I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 62 The Ghost Ball
In the very center of the table stood a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which was spelled out in a tar-like icing: Nicholas Stemisey-Sir Popington died 1492 October 10 day.

"This is not food for living people at all." Ron held his nose and tried to hold his breath.

Then a fat ghost approached the table, crouched down, and walked straight through the middle of the table, his mouth open, just right through a stinking salmon.

Harry walked over boldly, "Can you taste the smell if you go straight through it like this?"

"Almost." The ghost said sadly, turned around and floated away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make the flavor stronger," said Hermione wisely, pinching her nose and leaning forward to examine the rotting haggis.

"If my guess is correct, they are not tasting the taste, but absorbing energy?" Olado thought thoughtfully.

"Absorb energy?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Yes, just like the living need three meals a day to survive, the undead also need to eat to meet energy consumption."

"But, but, they are already dead!" Harry couldn't understand.

At this time, a short male ghost suddenly got out from under the table and stopped in mid-air in front of them.

"It's Peeves," Ron exclaimed.

Peeves was a mischievous ghost, and unlike the ghosts around them, he was not pale and transparent.On the contrary, he wore a bright orange party hat, a swirling bow tie, and a grin grinning across his bad-looking broad face.

"Want some?" he said sweetly, handing Hermione a bowl of moldy peanuts.

"No thanks," said Hermione.

Peeves picked up another piece of rotten cake and asked maliciously, "How about a piece of cake?"

Orlando took off the hat on his head, looked at Peeves with his true face, and said, "Peves, I haven't fixed you for a while, why, forgot the lesson I taught you?"

After hearing Orlando's words, Peeves fell directly from the sky to the ground, trembling and speechless, "You, you, why did you come here?"

"Why can't I come?"

Peeves grabbed the legs of the table and was ready to slip away at any moment.

"Don't think about running away, Peeves, I have something to ask you, come here." Orlando said without doubt.

"Master Ghost Messenger, I didn't offend you, did I?" Peeves blinked and said pitifully.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me. If you don't want to suffer, come here."

Peeves moved away from the table leg slowly, and said indignantly, "Don't you feel heartache when you treat a lovely child like this?"

"For the last time, stand up."

Orlando gathered his magic power and opened his eyes again, looking at Peeves, "Hey, that's weird, why are you so special?"

Stared at by Fayan, Peeves felt like he had seen a ghost, even though he was a ghost himself.

"Lord Orlando, ghost messenger, can you let Peeves go, Peeves didn't do anything bad today, so please let him go." Peeves begged for mercy again with a pitiful expression.

"Orlando, just let him go." Hermione pleaded with sympathy.

Orlando closed his eyes, looked at Peeves thoughtfully, and did not speak.The reason why Peeves is different from other ghosts is that his body shape is different. He can switch between reality and reality. This ability is not possessed by high-level ghosts like the bloody Baron.

"Go, I will look for you again in the future." Orlando waved his hand, letting Peeves leave on his own.

Peeves flew into mid-air from real to virtual, and disappeared after a quick acceleration.

"Orlando, why did you bother Peeves?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Didn't you realize that while other ghosts are just shadows, Peeves has a real body?"

"If you don't tell me, I really haven't noticed. It seems that the body color is also different." Ron said suddenly.

"What's wrong with that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Didn't you realize that ghosts are also divided into levels?"

"I just think people are afraid of the Bloody Barrow," Harry replied.

"That's right, high-level ghosts have a suppressive effect on low-level ghosts, which is why Peeves is not afraid of other people."

"You mean Peeves is a high-level ghost?" Ron said in disbelief.

"Yes, although I don't want to admit it, he is indeed a high-level ghost. If my judgment is correct, he is still an extremely rare growth-type ghost. The reason Hogwarts exists."

"My God, if you don't tell me, I really don't know there are so many secrets in it." Hermione showed great interest in all unknown knowledge.

Nearly Headless Nick saw them and floated from the crowd.

"Have you enjoyed yourself?"

"Oh, I'm very happy." Harry replied with a stiff face, which seemed to be lying.

"Satisfactory numbers," said Nearly Headless Nick proudly, "crying widows coming all the way from Kent... I'm about to speak and I'd better warn the band ..."

Headless Nick wanted to shake Harry's hand, but as soon as he touched his palm, white smoke rose and disappeared halfway.Nick cried out in horror, "My hand, my hand."

Orlando hurried over and opened the palms of the two.At this moment, the ghosts startled by Nick's screams surrounded him one after another. They stared at Harry angrily, as if they were going to rush him at any moment.

Although so many ghosts could not cause substantial harm to Orlando, it was not his style to offend a group for no reason.

He took out his wand, waved it around, chanted a spell in a low voice, and cast a soul restoration technique—"In my name, souls are gathered, repaired, scolded!"

A ball of white light enveloped the headless Nick, and his severed hand slowly grew out of nothing.

"Ah, my hand is healed." Nick shook his newly grown palm happily, "Thank you, Mr. Ghost Messenger, please accept the most sincere thanks from Headless Nick." Nico took off his feathered hat , bowed and saluted.

"You're welcome, Mr. Nick. Thank you for your invitation. It was a wonderful dinner."

The ghosts onlookers looked at Orlando eagerly with awe at this time, they didn't dare to make any noise, they just whispered in low voices.

At this time, the band suddenly stopped playing, and twelve ghost horses rushed out from the wall of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on it.

After circling the field, the twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance field, stopped abruptly, stood upright with their front legs, and then kicked their hind hooves in a charge.

The leading ghost horse carried a burly ghost on its back. He tore off his own head, put the bearded head under his arms, and jumped off the horse blowing a horn.

(End of this chapter)