I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 224 Halloween

"What? You passed?" George couldn't believe it. "How did you do it?"

"Thunder magic, you don't even understand it."

Orlando didn't want to go into details, and they didn't force it. After all, thunder magic wasn't something ordinary people could use.

"The aging agent we finally got, it is impossible to give up like this."

"If one of us wins, the thousand Galleons will be divided equally between three of us."

Although they did not doubt Orlando's judgment, the three of them decided to take the risk.Harry and Ron decided to see the effects of their use before deciding whether to buy from them.

"Let's go and have a look together." Hermione suddenly became interested, and dragged Orlando to the hall.

"Are you ready?" Fred said to the other two, trembling with excitement, "Then I'll be the first to take the lead!"

Fred took out a piece of parchment from his pocket with the words "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" written on it.He went straight to the edge of the age line and stood there, swaying on tiptoe like a diver about to jump from a fifty-foot platform.Then, with every eye in the hall watching, he took a deep breath and crossed the line.

Seeing this situation, George followed suit and jumped in, just when everyone thought they had succeeded.There was only a "hissing" sound, and the twin brothers seemed to be grabbed by an invisible shot putter, and then thrown out of the golden line.

With a groan, they fell ten feet away on the cold stone floor, with the added humiliation of the physical pain.With a loud pop, identical long white beards sprouted from their chins.

The hall roared with laughter, and even Fred and George couldn't help laughing when they got up and saw each other's white beards.

"I warned you," said a low, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.

He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett in Ravenclaw and Sarah in Hufflepuff." Mr. Mers, and they are also determined to age themselves a little. But I must say, their beards are far less handsome than yours."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Orlando, "It's amazing magic, if I want to ask you how you did it, I'm afraid you won't tell me?"

"Hehe, this is a little trick of mine, and it's not worth mentioning." Orlando said with a smile.

Dumbledore nodded and said nothing more.

Because it was Halloween, the auditorium was decorated, and there was a festive atmosphere everywhere. A large group of live bats flew around the enchanted ceiling, and there were hundreds of little figures carved from pumpkins in every corner. Ri squinted at everyone.

Hermione was very interested, and the two walked around the corner of the house, admiring the decorations as they walked.

"Do you want pumpkin juice?" Hermione asked, shaking the juice in her hand.

"Let's have a drink." Orlando opened today's newspaper, which was full of reports of the Triwizard Tournament, because it was held in England, and the local newspapers that received the instruction of the Ministry of Magic spared no effort to exaggerate the event, and described the events in previous years in detail. Orlando looked at the tidbits and rankings with great interest.

"Someone said that Wallins got up early in the morning and put his name in." Dean leaned over to speak, saw Orlando was reading the newspaper, and turned his head to Harry, "That's the big guy in Slytherin Dude, looks like a sloth."

Harry, who had played Quidditch against Warrington once, shook his head in disgust.

"We can't let a Slytherin student be a warrior!" Dean said firmly, "Orlando should put his name in it. As long as he wants to, he will definitely be a warrior."

Orlando shook his head. It is useless to explain some words many times. After all, not everyone has desires and desires like him.

"The Hufflepuffs are talking about Digory," said Seamus contemptuously, "but it seems to me he wouldn't be willing to risk his good looks."

At this time, cheers suddenly came from the hall outside.Everyone turned around in their seats, only to see Angelina Johnson walking into the auditorium, grinning a little sheepishly.

She was a tall dark girl who played Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.Angelina walked over to them, sat down and said, "Yeah, I did it. I put my name in.!"

"Are you kidding?" Ron looked surprised.

"So, are you seventeen yet?" Harry asked.

"It goes without saying that you didn't see her grow a beard, did you?" said Ron.

"I just had my birthday last week," Angelina said with a smile.

"Ah, I'm so glad someone from Gryffindor is finally here." Hermione said happily. "I really hope you succeed, Angelina."

"Thank you, Hermione." Angelina said, smiled at Hermione, blinked her eyes and said, "It would be even better if your boyfriend is willing to run."

Hermione glanced at Orlando and said with a smile: "He is very lazy, so you should not count on him."

Orlando curled his lips and put away the newspaper.

"What are you doing today?" Harry asked.

"We're going to go home and come back in the afternoon." Today's Halloween, Hermione's parents and Orlando's family are all coming, so they have to go back.

"Well, we're going to find Hagrid."

"Give our regards to Hagrid, Harry," said Hermione slightly apologetically.

So they split into two groups and walked out of the hall.At this time, Beauxbaton's students were walking in from outside the door. Out of politeness, Orlando stopped and gave way to the road.

Madame Maxime followed her pupils into the hall and ordered them to line up.One by one, Booth Barton's students crossed the age line, throwing their parchments into the blue-white flames.As each name was thrown into the flames, the flames quickly turned red and sparkled.

"Let's go." Orlando tightened his coat and walked out first.

When we got home, the living room was full of people. Hermione’s mother, Monica Wilkins, was a woman who loved children very much. Hermione was not there, and all her love was devoted to Emily Bloom. No, I heard their cheerful laughter before entering the room.

"Honey, you're back. Is the school food okay?" Mary White, who was busy arranging the tables and chairs, came over and gave Orlando and Hermione a big hug.

"The school meals are good, and today's dinner will announce the winners of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Triwizard Tournament, what is that?" Emily threw away the magic toy in her hand and asked curiously.

"It's a competition that the three schools have never seen before, and each school chooses a warrior to participate."

"The warrior of Hogwarts must be you, right?" Emily said loudly.

"I'm not on the candidate list, so it has nothing to do with me."

"Why is that?" Edward put down the snuff bottle in his hand and asked in confusion.

"It's because I'm too good. If I participate, there will be no suspense about the championship trophy, so the other two schools jointly excluded me." Orlando explained stinkingly.

"Orlando is really not ashamed, he praises himself." Emily didn't give face to her brother.

"Hahaha, that's the truth, believe it or not."

Long-lost laughter came from the castle.

(End of this chapter)