I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 60
"If you have something to do, go and do it." After saying that, Percy turned and left.

"Did Harry tell you about Halloween?"

"Death party?"

"That's it, come with me quickly."

Harry and Ron were sitting in the corner muttering something at this moment, and Ron sat limply on the chair, talking back and forth.

"Harry, Ron, look who's coming?"

"Hey, Olado, you made us suffer, my brain still hurts." Harry said bitterly.

"I threw up my dinner, and you will pay me." Ron said with a look of vomiting.

"No way, I controlled the power, it shouldn't be." Maybe the magic power has increased recently, which has led to the strengthening of the magic power, Orlando thought in his heart.

After thinking for a while, Orlando took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom. This was the liquid left in the furnace of the refiner Yuan Danhou, and it was a great medicine for the soul.

"Hermione, please bring me a pot of tea and teacups."

Hermione didn't know why, but she followed suit and brought a teapot and cups over.

Orlando pointed to the spout of the teapot, dripped a drop of golden liquid from the porcelain bottle, shook the teapot, then poured out a cup of tea and handed it to Harry, beckoning him to drink it.

Harry was puzzled, but he did it anyway.

"how do you feel?"

"It's warm, my head doesn't hurt anymore, and my whole body seems to be full of strength."

Orlando poured another glass and handed it to Ron. Ron drank it without even thinking about it. Soon he also felt warm all over, and he didn't feel dizzy or nauseous anymore.

"Hey, I'm fine, it's amazing, give me another drink." Ron reached out to drink, but Orlando stopped him.

"Hermione, you take the teapot, if there is a classmate who is not feeling well, just pour him a cup."

"Can I drink?" Hermione asked expectantly.

"Yes, but only one cup, anyone is the same. Otherwise, if you drink too much, you will not be replenished, and a good thing will turn into a bad thing."

Orlando's words were not only for Hermione, but also for Ron to explain.

"Orlando, what did you drop just now?" Harry asked curiously.

"Well, how should I put it, this is what's left after my alchemy, it's a kind of elixir."

It was fine if Orlando didn't explain, but Harry and Ron stared at each other when he explained. They wanted to ask "What is alchemy?" but they were afraid of being despised and ignorant, so they pretended to understand.

"Oh, the pill, it sounds very powerful, right, Ron."

"Yes, yes, it's just a small drop. After I took a sip, I felt full of strength, as if I was going to fly."

Orlando looked at these two fools with a speechless face, really ignorant and fearless.

"Harry, didn't you say you wanted me to go to the Deathday Party with you?"

"Yes, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. I regretted it at first, and I shouldn't have agreed to attend the Deathday Party so hastily. Now that you're back, we won't be afraid." Harry realized that he had slipped his tongue. He looked at Orlando in embarrassment.

"So you pulled me in because you were afraid?"

"No, that's not the case. Originally, I wanted to leave, but Hermione insisted. She said that you are very interested in ghosts. This is a good opportunity to invite you, and you will definitely participate." Ron said without thinking.

"Is that so, Hermione?"

By this time Hermione had returned and was standing behind Harry and Ron listening to them.

"Hmph, I knew these two cowards were unreliable at all. They were the ones arguing to go, but they backtracked at the end of the matter." Hermione put down the teapot and cup in her hand and said bitterly.

Harry and Ron blushed, their faces flustered with embarrassment when they were caught lying to their faces.

"Okay, okay, just kidding with you, since I'm back, let's go with you, I'm still very interested in ghosts. I hope this party won't disappoint us."

"I'm sure you won't be disappointed, don't worry." When he heard that Orlando agreed to participate together, Ron's hanging heart was finally relieved.

On the second day, the school castle began to have a festive atmosphere, with lights and festoons everywhere, preparing for the Halloween bonfire party at night.

As in previous years, the auditorium was decorated with live bats.Hagrid's giant pumpkins had been carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit inside.It was also rumored that Dumbledore had ordered a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

Listening to the excited discussions of the students and the magnificent decorations, Harry and Ron began to regret. They muttered in a low voice, but Hermione still heard them.

"Once you say it, it's hard to get it back." Hermione reminded Harry and Ron domineeringly, "You said you were going to the Deathday Party, and Orlando agreed to go with you."

"We didn't say no." Ron reluctantly glanced at the pumpkin lantern again, as if regretting that he couldn't see it lit up at night.

So, at seven o'clock in the evening.Harry, Ron and Hermione met Orlando in the Gryffindor common room, and the four of them walked straight through the doorway that led right into the crowded Great Hall.

The lights, the candles, and the gold plates on the table were very inviting, but they went on in the direction of the dungeon.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was already lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant.Those dark, thin candles, shining blue light when burning, are like will-o'-the-wisps, eerie.

The candlelight shone over, and the elongated shadows of the four reflected on the wall like ghosts.The temperature dropped with every step they took, and Harry shivered, pulling his clothes tighter around himself.

At this time, a sound came from the end of the corridor, as if a thousand fingernails were scraping back and forth on a huge blackboard.

Hermione, who had been strong all the way, couldn't bear it anymore. Orlando could hear the sound of her teeth chattering up and down, and she could only hear her tremblingly saying, "What's that sound?"

"Hermione, don't be afraid." Orlando reassured her, and raised his wand, "Luminescence."

A huge white light rises from the tip of his wand, illuminating everything around. The white light not only drives away the darkness, but also drives away the cold air, which comes from the cold brought by the gathering of ghosts. The living people stay in this environment for a long time It will greatly reduce its lifespan.

Walking to the end of the corridor and turning a corner, Orlando saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at the door, draped in a black velvet curtain, welcoming guests there.

"Is this also called music?" Ron muttered in a low voice.

Nearly Headless Nick came up to meet him. "My dear friends," he said sadly, "welcome, I'm so glad you're here."

(End of this chapter)