I'm a priest at Hogwarts

203 Triwizard Tournament

"Thank you! Professor, thank you for your cultivation."

Orlando shook hands with Dumbledore, then turned to leave.Dumbledore sat down and turned to Mad-Eye Moody.There was a clack, clack, ping, ping, ping, pong, and bang in the dining room. The students stood up one after another, rushed to the doors that opened on both sides, and entered the hall.

"Orlando, what did Dumbledore tell you?" Hermione, Harry and Ron waited for him at the door.

"My Wizengamot teen representative approved."

"Wow, that's really great." Hermione was sincerely happy.

"We're going to celebrate," said Ron. "Dad told me that every country has a Wizengamot youth representative. They are usually over 16 years old, and one-third of the wizards in the Wizengamot need to agree. Finally passed the review."

A few people followed the flow of people to Gryffindor Tower, and Ron showed off what he knew as he walked, "Those highly respected wizards are very picky, and most of the youth representatives are vacant positions. Dumbledore was his at that time." Youth representative. According to Orlando, you should not be old enough, how did you pass?"

The other serious students who were listening to the story looked over one after another, looking at him curiously.

Orlando shrugged and said, "Maybe it's because of Fudge. After all, he is the Minister of Magic, and he still has this right."

"You are really powerful." Harry said enviously. He had attended the trial of the Wizengamot and knew how powerful those wizards sitting on the high platform were.

"Don't listen to Ron, I'm a Wizengamot youth representative. I'm just a bastard. I only have the right to hear the Wizengamot's meeting, and I don't have the right to vote. You know, the youth representative is different from the Wizengamot members. The symbolic significance is far greater than the practical significance, this is just a very prestigious honorary title."

The group returned to the common room of Gryffindor noisily. The students gathered around Orlando and talked for a while, then quickly changed the topic. After all, the Wizengamot was too far away from them, and it was still The Triwizard Tournament is coming.

"They can't do it." George Weasley said to Orlando indignantly, "We'll be 17 next April, why don't we try?"

"They can't stop me from participating," Fred said stubbornly, as if to strengthen his persuasiveness, he patted Orlando on the shoulder and said, "Orlando, will you help me? As a warrior, I can do many ordinary things Things you are not allowed to do, and there is a bonus of [-] Galleons..."

"I myself have been excluded from the preliminary list, what do you think I can help you?"

"You will be the greatest help to us if you don't participate. After all, there is only one warrior spot." George put his arms around his brother and said, "Fred, don't force others to make things difficult for you. Names, this is meaningless, after all there is still a referee committee."

"Who's going to be the impartial judge who's a warrior?" Harry asked.

"Don't know," said Fred, "but he's the one we're trying to trick. Since Orlando can't be counted on, I think a drop or two of aging potion will do the trick, George..."

"But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough," said Ron.

"Yeah, but he doesn't decide who's a warrior, does he?" Fred said smartly. Excellent, he doesn't care how old they are, and Dumbledore can't stop it from choosing."

"But a lot of people died!" Hermione said worriedly.Now she practiced with Orlando and saw the scenery she had never seen before, and she had a new understanding of power. She didn't think Fred and George were capable enough to deal with the risk of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Yeah," said Fred nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, wasn't it? And, what's the fun if it ain't got a little adventure? Hey, Ron, if we can fool Dumbledore, would you like to join?"

"What do you think?" Ron asked Orlando. "It'd be great if you could join, wouldn't it? But I guess they want older ones... don't know if what we've learned from you will work." superior……"

Orlando rolled his eyes. With the superficial knowledge you have learned, even the most basic talisman carving can only be a simple invisibility technique. There is no attack and defense method. If you learn it, you have not learned one.

Harry was a little excited. After all, he knew more than Ron. He looked at Hermione and asked, "Hermione, do you want to participate?"

"I" Hermione was a little moved. If it was her before, she would definitely abide by the rules and be an honest audience. But since she was with Orlando, she has become more and more assimilated. She glanced at Orlando, "I Forget it, I haven’t learned enough, and many senior students are more suitable than me.”

The Gryffindor common room seemed to be Christmas, the students were talking and dancing excitedly, it seemed that everyone was a know-it-all, they were talking and inquiring about each other, venting their vigorous energy.

"Not good, my summer homework." Hermione suddenly pushed away Ron who was talking endlessly, and ran out.

"What's the matter with her?" Ron asked in a daze.

"What else, I haven't finished my homework." Orlando couldn't help laughing.

"Oh my god, this is big news. Is there a time when good students don't do their homework?" The other students on the side booed.

"You'd better not disturb her, wait until she finishes her homework." Orlando glanced at Hermione, who was sitting in the corner and buried in her homework, and whispered.

"It's getting late, Hermione, it's time to go back to rest." At twelve o'clock at night, the wall clock struck twelve times.Orlando reminded her softly that there would be no one else in the lounge at this time.

"Wait a little longer, there is one last point to finish." Hermione said without raising her head.

"Okay, what would you like to drink?"

"Milk."

Orlando went to the cafeteria under the hall. At this time, there were only two house elves on duty in the cafeteria. They warmly entertained Orlando, giving him a big pot of hot milk and a big bag of desserts.

On the way back, I met Peeves who was playing a prank. Before Orlando could speak, Peeves scared away with a whoosh.Although he was not afraid of being caught violating the school rules, it was better to do less than to do more, so Orlando ignored it and went straight back to the lounge.

"Finally finished?" Hermione was sorting out the finished homework, and Orlando put the dessert in front of her, "Eat something."

"It can only be regarded as half completed, and there is no time to check the answer."

"As soon as the homework is finished, why bother to care about its perfection?" Orlando in his previous life had achieved the position of a doctoral supervisor, and he was meticulous about his study and work, but in his second life, he looked down on these things.

"I'm not like you. I have a bunch of honorary titles that can ignore school rules and discipline." Hermione gave him a white look.

The next morning, the storm died down, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still clouded with gloom.As Orlando and Hermione ate breakfast and studied their timetable for the term, there were great bluish-gray clouds rolling over their heads.

A few seats down from them at the same table, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing some magic trick to age themselves so they could get away with it and enter the Triwizard Tournament.

"Aren't we choosing a little less courses?" Hermione pointed to their schedule and said.

"There's no need to spend time on Muggle research and flight lessons. After all, we can't be busy without a time-turner." Orlando didn't care, he spent most of his time studying by himself.

(End of this chapter)