I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 222 Face Changing King Karkaroff

Orlando noticed that when the name of Barty Crouch was just introduced, he neither smiled nor waved, but looked dull and stared ahead blankly, not like a normal human being at all.

Orlando rubbed his chin and thought about whether to do something. He felt that Crouch looked like he was being controlled by the Imperius Curse, but after thinking about it, doing something now would mean revealing his identity. The devil's plan will also disrupt the development of the plot, so it's better to wait and see what happens.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked quietly.

"I'm thinking about what to eat later. The banquet is good, but I just can't get enough."

Hermione chuckled, and before she could reply, Dumbledore continued.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore nodded to them, and then continued: "They will join me, Together, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime formed a panel of judges to judge the efforts of the warriors."

As soon as they heard the word "warrior", everyone became excited, wondering who would be the lucky one.Dumbledore seemed to have noticed their changes, and he smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

No one noticed that Filch had been lurking in a corner of the Great Hall just now, and now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box studded with jewels, which looked extremely old.The students looked at it with fascination and talked about it enthusiastically.

In order to see better, Dennis Creevey simply stood on the chair, but he was so small that even if he stood on the chair, his head was not much higher than others.

"Orlando, what do you say is in the box?" Hermione asked curiously.

"How do I know? I don't have clairvoyance."

"I guess it must be a magic turntable. Whoever the pointer turns to is the warrior." Ron said eagerly.

"My dear brother, don't daydream. It would be a joke if the Warriors choose this way." George said while patting Ron's head, which made Ron extremely upset, especially when Fleur looked over.

"Don't pat me on the head, Fred, or I'll cut you off."

"Then break off the relationship, anyway, I'm George."

Ron brushed his palm away, and as he looked back, Dumbledore began to speak again.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have carefully reviewed the specific events for this year's Warriors' competition," said Dumbledore—as Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "they Much of the necessary arrangement was also made for each of the projects. There are three projects, taking place at different times throughout the school year, which will test the warriors in many ways...their prowess in magic—their guts and their reasoning—and, of course, their ability to overcome danger."

Hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone seemed to stop breathing.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors competing," Dumbledore continued calmly, "representing one participating school. We will rate them according to the quality of each event they complete, and when the three events are over, The Warriors with the most points will win the Trifecta. The Warriors are selected by a fair picker, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

Having said that, Dumbledore drew out his wand, tapped the lid of the box three times, and the lid slowly creaked open.Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with dancing blue and white flames.

Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the auditorium could see it clearly.

"Every student who wants to run for a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet." Dumbledore looked around for a week and continued, "Aspiring to be a warrior Participants can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, which is Halloween, the goblet will select the names of the three classmates it thinks best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be placed in the foyer, and all Students who are willing to participate in the election can have access to it."

"I want to choose the Warriors, Orlando, Harry, do you want to be together?" Ron trembled with excitement.

"Don't dream, Dumbledore said long ago that Orlando was named and excluded from the candidates by the three major schools." Hermione said a little depressed, as if she was being targeted.

"He can't choose, and we, can't we, Harry."

Harry was also a little moved at the moment, and he nodded in agreement.

"Be quiet, wait for me to finish speaking." Dumbledore had to add a "loud voice" magic to himself, which silenced the noisy crowd.

"In order to prevent underage students from being tempted," Dumbledore said while looking over to Orlando, his words seemed to be pointing, "After the goblet is placed in the hall, I will Draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross that line."

Orlando snorted. With his magical attainments, it didn't take much effort to pass the so-called age boundary. All he needed was a soul interference technique to prevent Dumbledore's magic from judging his real age.

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play, so don't take part in it rashly. Once a warrior is selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must persist in the competition to the end. Whoever puts himself Putting your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be kept. Once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. So please think twice before making sure that you really want to participate in the game with all your heart , and put the name in. Well, I have finished what I have to say, I think it is time for everyone to go to bed, and I wish you a good night."

"Why aren't you tempted at all, Orlando?" Fred asked with bright eyes, "Don't you think it's very interesting, the Triwizard Tournament more than 100 years ago was thrilling and exciting, right? I want Cheating that line shouldn't be a problem for you?"

On the way back, Fred's words aroused everyone's concerns, and everyone stopped talking and looked at Orlando.

"Why do you all think that I will run for this warrior?" Orlando spread his hands and said impatiently: "Since Dumbledore has spoken to prevent me from running for the election, I will definitely abide by it. Do you want me to violate school rules? ?”

"As long as you don't run for the election, we can rest assured." George patted Orlando on the shoulder and said excitedly, "Do you think so?"

Everyone agreed: "As long as Orlando doesn't participate, we all have a chance." "That is, if he participates, there will be no suspense at Hogwarts. The warrior must be him." "So, am I right?" You should also consider trying it.”

The Gryffindor table was bustling with excitement, without Orlando, the biggest competitor, and everyone showed great enthusiasm.

"Hermione, don't you want to participate?" Orlando asked his girlfriend, "If you participate first, I can help you."

"I don't want it." Hermione shook her head and said, "I don't think we have learned enough."

"Harry, do you want to try it?" Orlando turned around and asked.

Harry thought of Dumbledore's insistence that students under the age of seventeen could not sign up, but then he remembered the glorious scene when he won the Triwizard Cup... He hesitated a little, not knowing how to answer.

"Let's go, go back and think slowly, it's still early anyway."

At this time, Karkaroff came over and stopped opposite Orlando's table.

"Well, let's go back to the boat." He asked with a smile. "How are you feeling, Viktor? Are you full? Shall I send some warmed wine from the galley?"

Seeing Orlando and Hermione looking at him, Krum shook his head shyly, hiding his embarrassment by wearing a fur cloak.

Karkaroff ignored Orlando's gaze, his right palm was still hurting, and he had to use one hand to eat all night, thanks to Orlando, so he didn't like him at all now.

"Professor, I'd like to drink some wine," said another Durmstrang boy, salivating.

"I didn't ask you, Poliako," Karkaroff said sternly—his fatherly and gentle expression disappeared in an instant, like a face-changing king in a Sichuan opera, which made Orlando stunned for a while. "I noticed you were dripping food on the front of your robe again, you nasty boy—"

Orlando and Hermione glanced at each other and didn't speak, but they could see a trace of surprise in each other's eyes, and their disdain for Karkaroff's behavior without morality and character.

Karkaroff turned and led his student towards the door.The crowd also surrounded Orlando and walked to the door. Out of politeness, Orlando stopped and let them pass first.

"Thank you," Karkaroff said casually, casting a glance at Harry beside Orlando.

Suddenly, Karkaroff froze.He turned his head back to Harry, staring at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes.Durmstrang's students followed behind the headmaster and also stopped.

Karkaroff's eyes moved slowly to Harry's face, fixing on the scar.Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously.Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see some enlightened expressions on the faces of several people.The boy with the dripping soup on his chest stabbed the girl next to him, and pointed at Harry's forehead without concealment.

"Yes, he is Harry Potter." An angry voice came from behind Orlando.

Karkaroff turned around sharply, and Mad-Eye Moody stood there, leaning heavily on his crutch, his magical eye staring unblinkingly at the Headmaster of Durmstrang.

(End of this chapter)