I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 226
"You wait, I'll come as soon as I go." Of course Orlando would not give up such a good opportunity, he strode towards the teaching staff, and then turned around and entered the small conference room.

At this time, Harry was being interrogated by the jury, and when Orlando walked into the room, he just heard Mrs. Maxim questioning Harry for lying.

"There's no way he could have crossed that age line," snapped Professor McGonagall, "and I'm sure we all agree on that—"

"Dumbledore must have made a mistake in that line. As far as I know, one of the junior students collapsed." Madam Maxime said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course, it's also possible. We can invite classmate Orlando to come over." Dumbledore said politely.

"No need, professor, I'm already here." Orlando stepped forward after speaking.

"Did you cheat Harry?" Mrs. Maxime asked sharply, as if she had found a breakthrough.

"Excuse me ma'am, to be honest, if I want to cheat, wouldn't it be better to choose myself, don't you think I'm more suitable to be a warrior?" Orlando smiled and asked sarcastically.

Karkaroff, who had suffered once, didn't want to offend Orlando, especially after he learned about his background.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman," said Karkaroff, his voice becoming oily again, "you two are our -- er -- impartial referees. You must also think the matter is extremely inappropriate. Appropriate, right?"

Bagman didn't know what to do. He wiped his round baby face with a handkerchief, looked at Crouch anxiously, and waited for his decision.

Crouch stood outside the fire's halo, his face half hidden in shadow.He looked a little weird, that half of his body was hidden in the shadows like a skeleton.But when he spoke, his voice was as harsh as ever.

"We must abide by the charter, which clearly states that anyone whose name is sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire must compete in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Barty has memorized the regulations by heart," Bagman said, with a smile on his face, looking back at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if things had been settled satisfactorily.

"I insisted that my other students re-enroll," Karkaroff said.His voice was no longer smooth, his smile disappeared, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly, "You have to put the Goblet of Fire back out, and we have to keep adding names to it until each school produces two warriors, so that we It's fair."

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid it won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire has just gone out--won't be rekindled until the next Tournament--"

"—Durmstrang will never participate in the next competition." Karkaroff was furious, "We have held so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, we never thought that this would happen again. Things, I just want to leave now."

"Threats of bravado, Karkaroff," growled a voice by the door. "You can't leave your warrior now, he has to play, they all have to play. As Dumbledore said, this is subject to Bound by a magical contract. It works in your favor, doesn't it?"

Moody had just entered the room.He limped toward the fire, and every time his right foot landed, there was a loud bang, bang, bang.

"Favourable?" Karkaroff said. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."

Watching Moody's performance, Orlando couldn't hold back his "puchi" laugh.

"Boy, what are you laughing at? Are my words so funny?" Karkaroff was angry.

"Well, have you ever wondered how Harry's name got in there when he neither threw his name into the Goblet of Fire himself, nor asked someone else to do so? Don't you find it strange?"

"What do you want to say?" Moody asked calmly, suppressing the panic in his heart.

"What I want to say is that this is a game, a game against Harry. If the person who makes the game is not for the Triwizard Tournament, then he is going for Harry. After all, the generation of saviors not only saved Many people have offended many people, can you understand me when I say this?"

Karkaroff's expression changed drastically first. As a traitor among the Death Eaters, he knew the way these dark wizards behaved best.

"Do you have any evidence? Or is this just your speculation?" Fleur Delacour couldn't help asking.

"No, this is not conjecture, this is fact. Just yesterday I crossed that line and studied the Goblet of Fire by the way. As you all know, my teacher, Mr. Nicole Flamel, is the most famous alchemist in the world, so I There is still some research on alchemy products. Let’s put it this way, with Harry’s magic level, no matter which school his name appears in, he will not be able to win the election. I am not belittling Harry, but explaining a fact. If my guess is correct, the parchment in Dumbledore's hand must have Harry's name on it, not the school name."

Dumbledore flipped through the parchment in his hand, nodded and said, "It's true that there are only names but no schools."

"That's right, the person who framed Harry took advantage of this loophole. A powerful confusion spell made the Goblet of Fire mistakenly think that there were four participating schools, and then put Harry's name in it, because the fourth school Only one person signed up, and Harry was automatically elected, because the Goblet of Fire had no choice."

"You haven't said why this person did this? You must know that Harry's participation in the competition will not only win honor for the school, but also a prize of [-] Galleons-this opportunity is something that many people dream of. It is impossible for you not to Know?" Fleur Delacour asked plausibly.

"Maybe someone wants Potter to die for this." Moody said suddenly, because Orlando's deduction was completely correct as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and he was afraid and he didn't want Orlando to continue talking.

There was an extremely tense silence after he had finished speaking.Ludo Bagman looked very anxious, his body was bouncing up and down uneasily, and he muttered, "Moody, you old fellow... how can you say such a thing!"

Orlando didn't speak anymore. The reason why he said this first was to attract Dumbledore's attention and pave the way for the next negotiation.

The crowd fell into a long silence, and then Dumbledore invited Orlando, Harry and several other warrior players out. Harry kept clenching his fists uneasily, his face extremely pale.

"Orlando, is what you said true?" He still couldn't believe that someone wanted his life.

"It's true, from the moment your name appeared, I knew it was a conspiracy."

Fleur Delacour snorted coldly.

"what should I do?"

"Respond to all changes with the same, and don't slacken the practice of magic. You must know that all conspiracies and schemes are paper tigers in the face of powerful strength."

Although Orlando's words were addressed to Harry alone, several other people obviously listened to them, and they frowned tightly, losing the joy of being chosen as a warrior.

The quarrel in the room continued, and Orlando stopped talking after a few words of comfort to Harry. With a backbone, Harry was no longer as uneasy and entangled as before. He relaxed and imitated Orlando, closing his eyes and resting his mind. .

After a while, the quarrel gradually subsided. Professor McGonagall opened the door and invited the four warriors in. She watched Orlando hesitate to speak, but Orlando nodded and left without joining in the fun.

"How do you say, Orlando?" The Gryffindor students gathered around, and the students from other colleges also rushed over, shouting at the back.

"There are already results. Two Hogwarts warriors are participating."

The crowd erupted again.

(End of this chapter)