I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 220

Orlando looked at the hull curiously. Although he was used to seeing Nicole Flamel's alchemy products, it was the first time he had seen such a large alchemy product used for water surface transportation, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Why, are you interested in this ship?" Dumbledore asked with great interest.

"Well, I'm just curious about what drives this ship. After all, from one water area to another, across a sea, this kind of long-distance teleportation, or group teleportation must use special runes and magic circles."

While the two were talking, the people on the boat had already disembarked one after another.

The leading man was tall, wearing a silver-white, soft and smooth leather coat, and strode over.

"Dumbledore!" the man called enthusiastically as he approached, "how are you, my dear old chap?"

"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied, and let me introduce you, "Orlando Bloom, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts, student representative."

"Oh, the genius boy Orlando, I've heard of you, and it's a great honor to meet you here." Karkaroff reached out and shook Orlando's hand. His smiling voice was mellow, sweet and greasy, and he was very enthusiastic. But very heavy.

Orlando remained calm and increased his strength. He never loses in competitions of strength. "You have won the prize, and it is my honor to meet you."

The palms of the two became tighter and tighter, and neither of them wanted to let go. Orlando's small hand remained motionless, but Karkaroff's big hand began to deform slightly and made a "click" sound.

Karkaroff couldn't bear it any longer, his "Aww" voice startled everyone, and Orlando let go of his palm when he saw it was good.

"You" Karkaroff was about to lose his temper in embarrassment, but was glared at by Orlando.

"Soul shock." Orlando murmured silently in his heart, and Karkaroff immediately swallowed the words that came to his lips as if struck by lightning.

Dumbledore patted Karkaroff on the shoulder, dispelling Orlando's magic without a trace.

"Old man, have you suffered a loss?" He laughed and said gloatingly.

Karkaroff shook his hand vigorously, and glanced at Dumbledore embarrassingly. "Damn it."

He no longer looked at Dumbledore, but looked up at the castle. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, there was no smile in his eyes, looking so indifferent and sharp.

"It's good to be here, it's good... Viktor, come here and warm up... You don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a bit of a cold..."

Karkaroff beckoned one of his students forward, a fellow with thick black eyebrows and a hooked nose.There were exclamations and whispers behind him. Of course Orlando, who didn't pay much attention to Quidditch, didn't know that this guy who didn't like him was extremely athletic. He was a Seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team at a young age. His appearance immediately grabbed everyone's attention and caused a sensation.

"Hello, Viktor Krum."

"Hello, Orlando Bloom." Although he didn't like it, Orlando shook his hand politely.

Dumbledore and Karkaroff walked in front, and behind them were students from the Durmstrang Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Orlando didn't want to join in the fun with the past, he returned to the Gryffindor team.

"I can't believe it." Ron leaned over and said in a shocked tone, "It's Krum, Orlando, Viktor Krum! He shook your hand, my God !"

Orlando pushed him away in disgust and wiped his cheek. "You spit on my face, Ron."

"Why aren't you excited at all?" Ron didn't know why.

"For heaven's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player." Hermione was annoyed at Ron's behavior of belittling his boyfriend.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron didn't realize that something was wrong, he stared at Hermione blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione, he's the best Seeker in the world." One of the hands! I didn't expect him to be a student!"

Orlando didn't bother to talk to this idiot, walked past him, and walked straight to the castle.

"Aren't you going to the staff table?" Hermione asked softly.

"No, I hate these hypocritical guys."

"Why is that bearded man angry at you?"

"Oh, that guy wanted to show me off, but I abused him in the end." Orlando said mockingly.

"I don't think he's a good guy." Hermione, who was helping her relatives and not helping her, instantly classified Karkaroff as a villain.

A few senior girls crowded around the entrance of the hall to block Orlando's sight. They frantically searched for something in their pockets, making Orlando unable to enter or retreat.

"Oh, I can't believe I don't have a quill with me."

"You mean he'll sign my hat with lipstick?"

"It's ridiculous." Hermione was upset, feeling that Krum had stolen Orlando's limelight. She passed among the girls who were arguing over a lipstick, and Orlando followed closely behind.

"I'd like to get his autographed picture if possible," said Ron. "You didn't bring a quill, did you, Harry?"

"No, it's all upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

Orlando didn't bother to pay any attention to them, and walked straight to the Gryffindor table with Hermione.Krum and his Durmstrang schoolmates were still gathered at the door, seemingly unsure where they should sit.Beauxbaton's classmates had already chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table, and after they sat down, they looked around the hall with sullen expressions on their faces.Three of the students still had their heads tightly wrapped in scarves and headscarves.

Seeing that Orlando belonged to Gryffindor, Krum seemed to have made up his mind and led his alumni over here.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Krum asked politely.

"You are guests, please feel free."

Krum expressed his thanks little by little, and he walked to sit opposite Orlando, and some of his alumni also found vacant seats and sat down.You must know that the magic world is relatively closed, and there are thousands of miles between schools, so it is difficult to have opportunities to communicate. This also made the students of Durmstrang, who saw the foreign school for the first time, quite excited. Fur cloak, while looking up with interest at the dark, star-studded ceiling.Two of the students also picked up golden plates and goblets and held them carefully, obviously interested.

When the little lions of Gryffindor saw their idol sitting at their table, they all rushed up and filled Krum's surroundings. Krum seemed to be used to this kind of scene and didn't show any impatience.

"Orlando, is there anyone else coming today?" Hermione pointed to the faculty seat.

Today's administrator Filch was very happy. After he put on his musty old tuxedo and ran around, Hermione noticed that he had added four chairs, two on each side of Dumbledore.

"It should be reserved for the officials of the Ministry of Magic. After all, they are the organizers of the Triwizard Tournament."

After all the students had entered the auditorium and took their seats at their respective college tables, the staff came in, and they filed to the guest seats and took their seats.

The last ones were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.

The Beauxbatons rose to their feet as soon as they saw their Headmaster appear.Several Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing.But the representatives of Beauxbatons did not look embarrassed at all, and they did not sit down again until Madame Maxime sat down to Dumbledore's left.

Dumbledore remained standing until the hall grew quiet.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and -- especially -- distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students, "with great joy I welcome you all. To Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

Orlando twirled his fingers boredly, and a ball of lightning shuttled back and forth between his fingers, like a golden fish wandering in the void, stunned the students of Beauxbatons who were directly opposite.

(End of this chapter)