I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"If you have something to do, go ahead and do your work." After saying that, Percy turned and left.

"Did Harry tell you about Halloween?"

"Death anniversary party?"

"That's it, come with me."

Harry and Ron were sitting in the corner muttering something. Ron was sitting slumped in his chair, replying intermittently.

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

"Hey, Orado, you've caused us a lot of trouble. My head still hurts." Harry said bitterly.

"I vomited all my dinner, and you have to pay for it." Ron looked like he was still going to vomit.

"That's not it. I control the power. It shouldn't be." Perhaps the magic power has increased recently, so the magic power has become stronger, Orlando thought in his mind.

After thinking about it, Orlando took out a porcelain bottle from his arms. This was the remaining liquid in the furnace for refining Ren Yuan Dan Go Dan. It was a great tonic for the soul.

"Hermione, please bring a pot of tea and a cup."

Hermione didn't know why, but she did as she was told and brought over a teapot and cup.

Orlando faced the mouth of the teapot, dripped a drop of golden liquid from the porcelain bottle, shook the teapot, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Harry, gesturing for him to drink it.

Although Harry was confused, he did as he was told.

"how do you feel?"

"It feels 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 in one gulp without thinking. Soon he felt warm all over, no longer dizzy or nauseous.

"Hey, I'm fine. It's amazing. Give me another drink." Ron reached out to drink, but Orlando blocked him back.

"Hermione, take the teapot. If a classmate is uncomfortable, pour him a cup."

"Can I drink?" Hermione asked expectantly.

"Yes, but only one cup. It's the same for everyone. Otherwise, if you drink too much and your body is not replenished, good things will turn into bad things."

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

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

"Well, how should I put it? This is the leftover after I made the elixir. It is a kind of elixir liquid."

It was okay if Orlando didn't explain, but when he explained, he was even more confused. Harry and Ron stared at each other. They really wanted to ask, "What is alchemy?" But they were afraid of being looked down upon for being ignorant, so they simply pretended to understand.

"Oh, the elixir, it sounds very powerful once you hear it, right, Ron."

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

Orlando looked at these two fools with a speechless face. It is true that the ignorant are fearless.

"Harry, you didn't ask me to attend the death anniversary party with you."

"Yes, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me. Originally, I regretted that I shouldn't have agreed so hastily to attend the death anniversary party. Now that you are back, we are not afraid anymore." Harry found that he had let the slip. He looked at Orlando awkwardly.

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

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

"Is that so? Hermione?"

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

"Hmph, I knew these two cowards were unreliable at all. They were obviously the ones who clamored to go, but they regretted it when things got wrong." Hermione said bitterly, putting down the teapot and teacup in her hands.

Harry and Ron blushed, they were so embarrassed that someone had exposed their lies to their faces.

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding you. Now that I'm back, I'll take a trip with you. I'm still very interested in ghosts. I hope this party won't disappoint us."

"You won't be disappointed, don't worry." When he heard that Orlando agreed to participate, Ron finally felt relieved.

The next day, the school castle began to have a festive atmosphere, with lights and lights everywhere in preparation for the Halloween bonfire party in the evening.

As in previous years, the auditorium was decorated with live bats.The huge pumpkins Hagrid planted were carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit in them.People also rumored that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

Listening to the students' excited discussions and beautiful decorations, Harry and Ron began to regret it. They muttered quietly, but Hermione still heard them.

"What's said is hard to follow." Hermione reminded Harry and Ron arrogantly, "You said you were going to attend the death anniversary party, and Orlando agreed to go too."

"We didn't say we couldn't go." Ron reluctantly glanced at the pumpkin lantern again, seeming to regret that he couldn't see it light 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 to the crowded Great Hall.

It was decorated with lights, candlelight was shining, and gold plates were placed on the table. It was very tempting, but they still walked towards the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was lit with candles, but the effect was anything but pleasant.Those dark, thin candles glow with blue light when burning, just like will-o'-the-wisps, eerie and terrifying.

The candlelight shone over, elongating the shadows of the four people and reflecting 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 nails 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 he could only hear her tremblingly saying: "What is this sound?"

"Hermione, don't be afraid." After soothing her, Orlando raised his wand and "fluorescently shines."

A huge white light rose from the top of his wand, illuminating everything around him. The white light not only drove away the darkness, but also drove away the cold air. The cold air came from the coldness caused by the gathering of ghosts, and the living people stayed 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 an almost headless Nick standing at the door, draped in a black velvet curtain, welcoming guests.

"Is this also called music?" Ron muttered softly.

Nearly headless Nick came forward, "My dear friends," he said with infinite sadness, "Welcome, welcome... I'm so happy that you can come..."