I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 92 Phoenix Nirvana
After a confusion, all the students present saw what happened. At this time, Ernie of Hufflepuff pointed at Harry with a pale face and shouted loudly: "It was him, he killed Justin!" .”

"Enough, Ernie!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Don't jump to conclusions until the matter is investigated."

At this moment, Peeves, who was fixed in mid-air, was trying to see the person standing in front of him with his head down. He was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and shouted loudly: "Oh, Potter, you bastard, look at you!" It’s a good thing, you killed the students, and you put me here, you want to kill people to silence the mouth, no, it’s killing ghosts.”

"Shut up, Peeves," roared Professor McGonagall. "Potter, what's the matter."

"Professor, I, I fixed it with a talisman." At this moment, Harry was sweating profusely. He felt that he was going to die, and he had a feeling that he couldn't wash it off even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Let me do it, professor." Orlando knew what was going on, and saw him pinch his finger, and his index finger was a little empty, "The spell, solve it."

Peeves, who had regained his freedom, was about to taunt Harry, but Orlando glared at him, and he didn't dare to give a fart and flew away in a hurry.

Justin was carried to the hospital ward by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinista from the Department of Astronomy, but no one seemed to know what to do with Nearly Headless Nick.

In the end, it was Professor McGonagall who conjured up a big fan out of thin air, handed it to Ernie, and ordered him to fan Nearly Headless Nick up the stairs.Ernie complied, fanning Nick forward like a silent black hovercraft.

"Others return to their colleges quickly, and they are not allowed to walk around until the school has investigated clearly. The prefects at all levels are responsible for supervising the implementation. Let's go." Professor McGonagall signaled the crowd to disperse.

"Come with me, Potter, and you Orlando," she added afterwards.

Orlando took out his self-made periscope, handed it to Hermione, and said, "If there is any abnormal movement, take this first and run to a crowded place. Don't look directly with your eyes, remember?"

Although Hermione didn't understand what it meant, she still nodded vigorously out of her trust in Orlando, "I understand, you have to be careful."

On the way, Harry didn't know what fate he would face. He looked at Orlando for help, "It's really not me, Orlando, you have to believe me?"

"Don't worry Harry, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a trap, but you just happened to step into it."

They turned a corner silently, and Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a gigantic and ugly stone monster.

"Cold lemonade," she said, apparently as a command, and the monster suddenly came to life, leaping aside, the wall behind it cracking in two.

Although he had been here a few times, Orlando couldn't help but secretly marvel.Behind the wall is a spiral staircase that is slowly moving upwards, like an escalator.

Professor McGonagall stepped on it first, followed by Orlando and Harry. As soon as they stepped on it, there was a boom behind them, and the wall closed again.

They spun higher and higher, higher and higher, until Harry, feeling a little dizzy, saw ahead a shiny oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

"Professor, can't this spiral staircase be made more comfortable?" Orlando couldn't help complaining, he couldn't understand what the person who designed this was thinking.

"I can't help it. If you can revive the four founders of Hogwarts, maybe they can do it." Professor McGonagall helped the frame of the mirror, and said a rare humorous remark.

At the top, they stepped out of the stone staircase, and Professor McGonagall knocked on a door.The door opened quietly, and they walked in.There was no one in the room, and Professor McGonagall left after staying for a while. Before leaving, she asked the two to wait here.

Harry was a little distracted at this moment, but fortunately he was accompanied by Orlando, which relieved his nervousness. He followed Orlando's eyes and saw that this was a spacious and beautiful circular room, full of all kinds of funny things. small voice.On the table with slender legs, there are many strange and weird silverware, spinning, emitting small puffs of smoke.The walls are covered with portraits of old principals and headmasters, all snoring softly in their frames.There was also a huge table with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the desk lay a tattered, crumpled wizard hat - the Sorting Hat.

Orlando, who had been here several times, was obviously familiar with these, and he went straight to the door, where on a tall gilded perch stood an old-fashioned bird.

Harry didn't want to go too far away from him, it seemed insecure, so he followed.

"What an ugly bird." Harry blurted out without thinking.

"It's not a bird, Harry," Orlando hastily corrected.

"Isn't it a bird? Is it a turkey?"

Fox, who originally didn't want to be as familiar with these two little kids, became angry instantly when he heard this sentence. He spread his feathered wings and flew into the air.

"Not good." Knowing that something was wrong, Orlando grabbed Harry and fled away before leaving the spot.

A burst of livid flame shot out of Fawkes' mouth, blasting a hole in the floor.

"Fox, it's me, Orlando." He didn't dare to stay in one place, so he had to explain while pulling Harry around, "We have no malicious intentions, and we didn't intend to offend you."

As if he recognized Orlando, and seemed to have just used magic to speed up the process of its nirvana, Fox screamed, turned into a fireball, and then disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor that had not been completely extinguished .

"What's the matter, Orlando?" Harry, who was still in fear, looked at the ashes on the floor and asked in a low voice.

"The bird you saw just now is Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes. Your words offended it, and that's why it attacked us." Orlando was really tired. He had a long experience of Harry's ability to cause trouble. .

Harry rubbed his nose embarrassingly, looking at the big hole in the ground and Fox who had been burned to ashes, he became uneasy again, "What should we do?"

"What should I do? Cold salad, just wait."

At this time, the door of the office opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a very solemn expression.

"Professor," Harry explained hastily, panting and guiltily, "your bird, I mean Fox, there's nothing we can do about it - it caught fire all of a sudden, and that's how it went."

"It's about time," Dumbledore waved his wand, and the ashes on the ground shrank into a ball, and Orlando could feel the rhythm of a weak soul in the ashes.Dumbledore put it back in the nest on the gilded perch, and continued: "Fawkes is a phoenix, and when the phoenix is ​​about to die, it will burn itself and be reborn from the ashes. It's time for Nirvana."

Orlando and Harry looked up just in time to see the head of a tiny, wrinkled baby bird sticking out of the ashes.

"It's a pity you had to see him on Nirvana Day," said Dumbledore, taking a seat behind the table. "He was very beautiful most of the time. All marvelous red and gold feathers, the Phoenix Really strange and fascinating beings. They can carry extremely heavy loads, their tears are healing, and they are exceptionally loyal pets."

After being teased by Dumbledore, Harry forgot to be nervous, and he was no longer so hesitant.

"Thank you, Orlando. I heard from Professor McGonagall that you stopped a group riot in time. I have to say that Nico has taken in a good apprentice."

"Thank you for your compliment, professor. I think this is what I should do. After all, I am the Hogwarts assistant professor nominated by you personally."

"I think this is the most correct decision I've ever made, Orlando." Dumbledore said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)