I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"I've copied it. There are three for sale. I compared it and found that the price is still a bit expensive." Hermione handed the parchment in her hand to Orlando, which contained her comparison of quotes.

"Let's have a look first. If you like it, leave your contact information or something." Orlando glanced at the parchment and said, "We are not in a hurry anyway. We will lower the price when they are eager to sell."

Harry and Ron looked at each other to make sure they were not dreaming.

"You guys are really rich." Ron said with some sourness. He had also fantasized about having a big house of his own without having to crowd around with his family, but he just thought about it and never really expected it. Reality.

"If you don't have enough money, I still have some savings in Gringotts." Although he didn't know how much it would cost to buy a house, it was undeniable that it was definitely a huge sum of money. Harry sincerely hoped for the best for himself. Two friends can come together, so they say it without hesitation.

"Harry, I understand your kindness. I have prepared a lot of money, which should be enough. Thank you." Orlando patted Harry on the shoulder hard, and the friend had nothing to say.

"Let's go, let's go to this house first." Hermione determined the direction and pulled Orlando up the mountain.

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"Why didn't I realize that Hogsmeade is so big and has so many wizards living there before?" Ron said enthusiastically on the way back, "There are only two wizards within a hundred miles of our home, and Percy used to be friends with us. A Muggle girlfriend, her family almost didn't hang him up when they found out Percy was a wizard." Speaking of Percy's embarrassing things, Ron burst into laughter.

"Orlando, do you like any of these three?" Hermione asked quietly.

They didn't speak the whole time on the mountain. It was Orlando who was communicating with the owner of the house. They clearly felt that Orlando controlled the rhythm of the conversation from beginning to end, making the person selling the house feel both his sincerity and lack of confidence. You will be unhappy because you didn’t close the deal.

"Yes, there is. I think the manor on the mountainside is pretty good. It's a pity that the owner is not here. The one who lives here is just a caretaker and can't be the master."

"It's a pity. I also think the location is good, quiet and suitable for living. But is it too expensive?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"The price should be reduced. I think I can get it for 5000 galleons."

"5000 Galleons, so expensive?" Ron was a little stunned. He couldn't imagine that he would have so much money in his lifetime.

"5000 is my estimated price. If we talk now, others will definitely not agree. Let's wait. Anyway, I have left him the contact information. What if his owner is willing to sell?"

Orlando is actually not sure. After all, a guy who can afford to buy a manor but can't live in it is definitely not an ordinary wizard family, and he may not sell real estate because of money.

"That's all. Let's go back as soon as possible. Today's dinner will be very sumptuous, and I don't want to miss it." Hermione didn't want Orlando to worry about the house, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Come on, it's okay if you don't tell me. I'll be really hungry once you tell me."

On their way back, Ron suddenly remembered the dried fish promised to Crookshanks, so he and Harry ran to the pet store and bought a large bag. However, they were caught by Malfoy and his two followers. , the result was another quarrel.

The Halloween feast is always something to look forward to, especially after a long day of fun outside of school, when the whole auditorium is filled with laughter.

At this time, the auditorium was newly decorated. Hundreds of jack-o-lanterns were hung on the enchanted ceiling. A group of fluttering bats and many flame-breathing orange streamers were flying among them, making the entire auditorium dreamy and magical. And colorful.

All kinds of delicacies covered the table, many of which were new products that had not been tasted on weekdays. All of them were available in unlimited quantities. As long as you can eat as much as you want, you can eat as much as you want. This made Orlando very happy.

The senior Gryffindor students, who have long been used to it, have become immune to Orlando's behavior of feasting. Only the first-year freshmen who have just entered school are still strange, and they hide aside and make bets quietly.

After eating and drinking, the show that the ghosts of Hogwarts had been waiting for for a year finally came on stage. They suddenly emerged from the walls, fireplaces, ceilings and tables, gliding in the air in a neat line, and then formed a formation. After a change, they were divided into several teams. They made full use of the intangible characteristics of ghosts to perform various difficult juggling actions, which attracted exclamations and laughter from the students.

"Today's banquet was great, wasn't it?" Hermione's face was red and she was extremely excited.

"Yes, it's great, especially the almost headless Nick. I'm very curious about how he pinned his head to his waistband." Orlando shrugged.

They walked towards the Gryffindor Tower talking and laughing, but when they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, they found that there were many people crowded in the corridor, and the noisy conversation made it difficult to know what was going on in front of them.

"What's the matter?" Hermione, who was following Orlando, didn't notice that there were people in front of her.

"Something might have happened."

At this time, Percy, who was urging students to leave in the auditorium, squeezed in from behind and shouted loudly: "Why are you blocking here? You all have forgotten the password, right? I'm sorry, I am the president of the Boys' Student Union..."

The crowd fell silent, Percy pushed to the front, and Orlando heard his shrill shout: "Someone please invite Professor Dumbledore, please."

The crowd turned around and stood on tiptoes to look at Orlando and Hermione, who were standing at the end.

"I'll go." Hermione said proactively.

After a while, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall rushed over. They hurried towards the portrait, and the crowd crowded together to make way for a passage.Hermione then noticed that the Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait. The portrait had been vandalized, with small pieces of canvas shattered on the floor and large pieces of canvas completely torn from the frame.

"Oh, my God." Hermione exclaimed, grabbing Orlando's hand tightly, "Why is this happening?"

Dumbledore glanced at the canvas and said quickly: "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the Fat Lady on every painting in the castle."

Peeves, who likes to play pranks, floats above everyone's heads and hums an unknown tune while gloating over everyone's misfortune.

"You will be lucky." It pulled the girl's braid and cheered. Seeing the scene of destruction and sadness always made it happy.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Peeves' smile faded a bit, but he was still in awe of Dumbledore, but his awe was limited.It continued to say in its glib voice: "Sorry, Mr. Principal, she always makes everything a mess. I saw her running into a landscape painting on the fifth floor. She was frightened and hid in the trees. In the middle, he was crying and saying terrible things, and his timid appearance was really ridiculous."

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore continued to ask calmly, not being ridiculous at all.

"Oh, I said it, Mr. Professor," Peeves turned somersaults in the air. Dumbledore's calm attitude made him very annoyed, "But why should I tell you." He was about to run away like a mischief.

At this time, a cold voice sounded from the crowd, "Sheling, imperial edict."

After breaking through the foundation building stage, you can easily pick up Taoist techniques without the help of talismans and seals. This is the charm of Eastern Taoism.I saw a stream of light heading straight towards Peeves, and then the invisible ghost Peeves was like steam meeting the cold wind, solidifying instantly and falling to the ground.

Orlando walked up to Peeves, nodded politely to Dumbledore, and said, "Professor, please forgive me for taking action without permission."

"It doesn't matter, you did a good job." Dumbledore looked at the motionless Peeves with interest. You must know that creatures like ghosts are immune to most magic. "Oriental Taoism is always like this. magic."

"Master Ghostbringer?" Peeves finally saw clearly that it was Orlando, and his teeth chattered with fear, feeling miserable.

"Tell me, who is it?" Orlando didn't bother to talk to it.

"It's Sirius Black, my lord, I swear what I said is true." Peeves, who had suffered several losses, was already psychologically affected, and he really didn't dare to show off in front of Orlando.