I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 217 No.1 of the younger generation

A group of people escorted Professor Moody to the principal's office, which quickly became a highlight in the campus castle. Many passing students joined in after seeing this scene. Everyone admired Orlando after learning the truth The five-body projection.This operation was simply a stroke of genius, and they all inquired about it.

After Dumbledore figured out the ins and outs of the matter, he looked at the dull-eyed, physically and mentally distressed Professor Moody in front of him with some dumbfounding.Fortunately, his magic is advanced, and he can break the control of the Imperius Curse with just a wave of his wand.

After the students left, Dumbledore poured Moody a cup of coffee, and he said slightly complaining: "Old man, didn't I warn you not to try to use the Imperius Curse on Orlando?"

Moody lowered his head and didn't dare to look into Dumbledore's eyes. He knew that he was out of play, and he had more important tasks to complete. The most important thing at the moment was not to arouse Dumbledore's suspicion.As for getting revenge on this "Mudblood" who made him embarrassing, he will have a hundred ways, he comforted himself like this.

"I was careless, Albus," Moody adjusted his mood and said, "Your evaluation is correct, No.1 of the younger generation, this title is well-deserved."

For some reason, Dumbledore's evaluation spread like wildfire, spread throughout the campus, and over time spread to all parts of the world.While giving Orlando a wave of fame, it also caused dissatisfaction and hatred from many people, which will not be mentioned later.

"Orlando, how did you do it?" Neville was unusually excited, and he, who had always been timid, squeezed through the crowd.

"This is a defensive magic with its own counterattack function. Unlike the Iron Armor Curse, this magic must have a strong soul power to cast it, so there is no way to teach you."

Orlando knew the reason why Neville was so excited. His parents were tortured and went crazy because of this spell, so he was eager to find a way to deal with this spell. Unfortunately, Orlando could not expose the psychic bracelet for this reason existence, so I had no choice but to make up a nonsense to confuse the past.

Neville looked disappointed, he pursed his lips, and his eyes showed stubbornness and unwillingness.

"Maybe you can ask Harry, after all, he was the first person to resist the Imperius Curse." Orlando's heart softened, and he nodded to Harry in the crowd.

"Can I?" Neville couldn't believe it.

"You can, and I'm sure Harry is willing to share his method."

The crowd was unwilling to disperse for a long time, and Orlando had no choice but to skip class. Fortunately, he had this privilege.

"Why do you come here when you don't have class?" Hermione in the Room of Requirement asked in surprise.

"Come here to accompany you, lest you be bored alone."

"Smart words, don't you want to make me happy?" Hermione said reproachfully.

"Hey." Orlando took her hand and sat down, and told everything that happened in class.

"So the fake Moody was controlled by his Imperius Curse?" Hermione slapped her thigh, and asked a little puzzled, "Why didn't you expose him at such a good opportunity?"

"How to expose it? People who are controlled by the Imperius Curse cannot help themselves. What they say and do are all in accordance with instructions. How should I explain it to Dumbledore?"

"Then let him go like this?" Hermione asked a little unwillingly.

"This is not to make him make a big fool of himself in front of the students. By the way, let Dumbledore see what kind of guy he is looking for for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. At least it can bury some doubts in his heart, which is also convenient for us in the future. Expose his true colors."

"I always feel that you are planning something?" Hermione couldn't understand this boyfriend more and more.

"Hehe, forget about it. I haven't had lunch yet, I'm starving." Orlando snapped his fingers, and soon Capri sent two oversized lunches.

On this day, the news that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor used the Imperius Curse to test the students against being controlled finally faded from the front page, because a new big event quickly occupied the top of the topic list.

"Let's go, let's go." Ron acted as the pioneer and drilled in, and Hermione pulled Orlando to follow.

A large group of students crowded around a large sign erected at the foot of the marble staircase.Originally, Orlando didn't plan to join in the fun, but Hermione couldn't hold back his interest, so he had no choice but to follow along.

Ron finally squeezed his way in. Standing on tiptoe, over the heads of the people in front of him, he read the words of the notice aloud to the three of them:

Triwizard Tournament

Representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 10pm on Friday 30 October.The afternoon class will end half an hour earlier. At that time, please send your schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, meet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet.

It was so loud that the rest of it was completely inaudible, but that didn't matter anymore as the crowd was already celebrating ahead of time for the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

"Hermione, let's get out of here." Orlando had to force himself to yell, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hear anything.

"Okay, Harry, Ron, let's get out of here." Hermione patted Ron and Harry on the shoulder, motioning them to follow.

"It's only been a week," said Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff, pushing his way through the crowd just to bump into Orlando, with twinkling eyes, "and I don't know Cedric Do you know? I'll go and tell him..."

Ernie McMillan turned around and realized that it was Orlando who hit him. He apologized hastily, and then left quickly.

"Cedric?" Ron said dazedly after Ernie hurried away.

"That's Diggory," said Harry, "and he's sure to be up for the Triwizard Tournament."

"That idiot also wants to be a Hogwarts warrior?" Ron said contemptuously, and they pushed away the chattering crowd and walked towards the stairs.

"He's not an idiot, you don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch," said Hermione sharply. "I've heard he was a brilliant student—or Hufflepuff Where is the prefect of Qi."

"Is he as good as Orlando?" Ron argued, but Hermione used Orlando as a shield.

"Orlando is special, he is excluded from the Triwizard Tournament."

"It's really unfair. I don't know what Dumbledore thinks. Why did he agree to Beauxbaton's and Durmstrang's request not to allow Orlando to participate in the competition?" Harry said indignantly as a good friend.

"That's right, it's too unfair. If Orlando is in the election, where would Cedric be? There's no need to compare the Triwizard Tournament. The champion must be Gryffindor, no, it's Hogwarts." Ron proudly said that it attracted the support of a group of people around him. It seemed that Orlando's failure to be selected was a huge loss for Hogwarts.

"You also know that Hogwarts must be the champion of Orlando, are the others stupid? Of course he must be excluded, otherwise what's the point of this competition?" Hermione couldn't help rebutting.

"Are you Hermione standing over there?" Ron was angry. "Why don't you care at all? This is a Triwizard Tournament. Long's bonus."

"I'm just discussing the matter as it stands, and I'm not targeting anyone. Besides, does Orlando still lack this honor?"

Everyone looked at Orlando, and Orlando listened to them talking about himself like an outsider.

"Don't look at me, they set the rules of the game, so I can't help it." Orlando shrugged. To be honest, he really doesn't care about these things. He is already famous enough and really doesn't need a Triwizard Tournament champion. Trophies to embellish something.

(End of this chapter)