I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 225 Extra Warriors
Returning to Hogwarts after a pleasant holiday, Orlando is in a happy mood and finds everything beautiful.

The preparation time for the Halloween dinner seems to be much longer than usual, maybe because Orlando didn't wear his Wizengamot dress for two consecutive days, and he is not the protagonist today, so there is no need to make it so dazzling.

People in the auditorium kept looking up, with anxious expressions on every face.Everyone fidgeted and stood up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished eating. They were eager to know the final candidate for the warrior. Only Orlando had a calm expression and enjoyed the dinner leisurely.

Finally, after Orlando cleaned up all the food in front of him, and the golden plate returned to its original spotless state, the voice in the auditorium suddenly increased a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, who sat on both sides of Dumbledore's seat, looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.

Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the students from various schools, while Mr. Crouch looked uninterested, almost bored.

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision," said Dumbledore, "I reckon it will take another minute. Listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the hall and then walk along the staff table Go over and go into the adjoining room—" He pointed to the door behind the instructor's desk, "—they'll get their initial instruction there."

Orlando looked in the direction Dumbledore pointed, and there should be a small conference room.

After a while, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it wildly.Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.

The Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting out sparks were almost dazzling.

"This is a kind of magic flame, it doesn't burn itself, and it has no temperature." Hermione suddenly spread magic knowledge in Orlando's ear, which she learned from Teacher Nick.

"It should be soon. When the magic flame fluctuates violently, it means that the Goblet of Fire has made its final decision."

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the flame in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks burst out.Then, a tongue of flame shot into the air, and a piece of parchment with sparks flew out from it.

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment and held it aloft so that he could read the words on it by the light of the flames.The flames were now blue and white again.

"The champion of Durmstrang," he said aloud, "is Viktor Krum."

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.

"You don't seem to be surprised at all." Seeing Krum get up and leave, Hermione didn't cheer like everyone else.

"What's so strange, I don't know how good his spellcasting is, but I know that his magic power reserves are among the best among his peers."

The applause and cheers died down, and now everyone's attention was once again on the Goblet of Fire, and seconds later, the flames turned red again.Pushed by the flames, the second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore aloud, "Fleur Delacour!"

"How could it be her?" Hermione was shocked.The Veela-like girl stood up gracefully, flicked her shiny silver hair, and walked lightly between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"It should be related to her bloodline. After all, she has a quarter of Veela bloodline. This kind of natural bloodline is easier to cast magic than ordinary wizards in some respects." Orlando said while watching her back, not to mention this The girl is really a beauty.

"Resurrection," Hermione pinched Orlando's arm forcefully, and said with some jealousy, "Is she that good-looking?"

"No matter how good-looking you are, in my eyes, it's not as good-looking as you."

"Sweet words." Although Hermione said this on her mouth, she was sweet in her heart.

"Look where." Harry said, pointing to Ravenclaw.

Orlando looked up, and the two unselected girls on Beauxbaton's side burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms, and wept sadly.

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, this time filled with a palpable excitement.Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts warriors...

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks splattered, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"Hero of Hogwarts," he cried, "is Cedric Diggory!"

Deafening cheers came from the table next to him, and Orlando had to cover his ears to prevent his eardrums from being damaged by the powerful sound waves.At this point, every Hufflepuff was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping like crazy.

After receiving the instructions, Cedric walked past them with a bright smile on his face, and waited for him to enter the conference room behind the faculty desk. The applause and cheers were still unwilling to subside for a long time.It was a long time before Dumbledore calmed everyone down and listened to him.

"Great!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully when the uproar finally subsided. "Now, our three warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on everyone, including Beauxbatons and Derrick." To the other students of Armstrong, you will definitely support your warriors with all your strength. By cheering for the warriors, you will also make a great contribution to this event—"

But Dumbledore stopped talking suddenly, and everyone noticed that the flames in the goblet had turned red again.Sparks sputtered out, a long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted from it.

Dumbledore stretched out a slender hand as if subconsciously, and grabbed the parchment.He held it far away, staring at the name written on it.

After a long silence, everyone looked at him in bewilderment, as if they didn't understand why the fourth name appeared.After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud - "Harry Potter."

At this moment, Harry's mind went blank. He felt that he must be dreaming, and he must have misheard just now.He subconsciously looked at Orlando, wanting to find the answer.

There was no applause, only a humming sound spreading in the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping.Some students even stood up, just to get a better view of Harry, while Harry sat frozen in his seat, as if frozen.

"Orlando, I believe me without you, right?" In a hurry, Harry desperately needed someone to prove him.

"I believe you, Harry, it's not your fault, someone must be playing tricks." How could Orlando give up such a good opportunity, he must make Dumbledore realize the seriousness of the matter, so that he can negotiate better terms.

"But who's going to put Harry's name in there?" asked Ron doubtfully.

"It's actually not difficult to guess that someone wants to frame Harry."

"Framed Harry? You're crazy." Ron said loudly, his voice attracted many people's attention.

Professor McGonagall stood up at the guest table, walked quickly past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and whispered eagerly in Professor Dumbledore's ear, Dumbledore listened attentively, slightly frowned.

"Ron calm down, we have to trust Harry." Hermione reprimanded him, jumping out to make trouble at such a critical moment, it's really timeless.

At the guest table, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded towards Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter," he called again, "Harry, please come up here."

Harry looked at Orlando in bewilderment, waiting for him to make up his mind, "Go, Harry, this is not a place for explanations, go and be fine."

Harry stood up, accidentally stepped on a corner of his robes, and tripped slightly.If it weren't for Orlando's encouragement, he wouldn't even know how he got to the teaching position.It seemed like he had walked for an entire hour in this short distance of dozens of steps, and then he came to Dumbledore. He felt that all the teachers were staring at him.

"Okay... go through that door, Harry." Dumbledore said blankly.

"Who did it? Fake Moody?" Hermione whispered in Orlando's ear.

"Nine times out of ten he did it."

"What's his purpose in doing this?" Hermione asked worriedly, frowning.

"It's not clear yet, but what is certain is that his target is Harry." Orlando patted her palm and comforted her: "You don't need to worry, since we know the instigator, we will definitely let him show his feet if we are careful of."

On the other side, Harry sat anxiously in the small conference room, keeping a distance from the other warriors, thinking about something on his mind.

Several referees and professors left the teaching staff one after another, and the deserted auditorium instantly turned into a grocery market, with various voices resounding everywhere.

(End of this chapter)