I'm a priest at Hogwarts

In the center of the table stood a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing spelling out the following words: Nicholas Steminsey - Sir Porpington died October 1492, 10 day.

"This is not food for living people at all." Ron covered his nose and tried to hold in 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 boldly walked over and said, "If you put it through directly like this, can you taste it?"

"That's about it." The ghost said sadly, turned around and floated away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make the smell stronger." Hermione said knowingly. She held her nose and leaned forward to take a closer look at the rotten meat-stuffed lamb tripe.

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

"Absorb energy?" Hermione asked confused.

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

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

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

"It's Peeves," Ron exclaimed.

Peeves is a ghost who specializes in mischief. Unlike the ghosts around them, he is not pale and transparent.On the contrary, he wore a bright orange party hat, a swirling bow tie, and a grin on his broad, bad-looking face.

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

"No, thank you," Hermione said.

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, revealed his true face and looked at Peeves, and said: "Peeves, I haven't repaired you for a while. Why, have you forgotten the lesson I gave you?"

After hearing Orlando's words, Peeves fell directly from the air to the ground, trembling and speechless, "You, you, why are you here...here."

"Why can't I come?"

Peeves grabbed the legs of the table, ready to escape at any moment.

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

"Lord Ghost Messenger, I haven't offended you, have I?" Peeves blinked and said pitifully.

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

Peeves slowly moved out from the table leg and said angrily: "Don't you feel heartbroken when you treat a lovely child like this?"

"For the last time, stand up."

Orlando gathered his magic power and opened his Dharma Eyes again, and looked at Peeves, "Hey, this is strange, why are you so special?"

Being stared at by the Dharma Eye, Peeves felt as if 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 just spare him." Peeves put on a pitiful expression again and begged for mercy.

"Orlando, please spare him." Hermione was overflowing with sympathy and couldn't help but plead.

Orlando withdrew his eyes, looked at Peeves thoughtfully, and said nothing.What makes Peeves different from other ghosts is that due to his different physical form, he can actually switch between reality and reality. This ability is something even high-level ghosts like Bloody Baron don't have.

"Go, I will come back to you again." Orlando waved his hand and asked Peeves to leave.

Peeves turned from reality to reality and flew into the air, then accelerated and disappeared.

"Orlando, why are you causing trouble for Peeves?" Harry asked in confusion.

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

"If you didn't tell me, I really didn't notice that the body color seems to be different." Ron said suddenly.

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

"Didn't you realize that ghosts also have levels?"

"I just think everyone is afraid of Bloody Barrow." Harry replied.

"That's right. High-level ghosts have a suppressive effect on low-level ghosts. This 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 ghost that can grow. This is why he is naughty in school and can still play tricks on students. The reason Hogwarts exists.”

"Oh my God, I really didn't know there were so many secrets in this unless you told me." Hermione showed great interest in all unknown knowledge.

Nearly headless Nick saw them and floated over from the crowd.

"Have you enjoyed yourself?"

"Oh, I'm quite happy." Harry replied with a stiff face, which seemed like a lie.

"The numbers are satisfactory," Nearly Headless Nick said proudly, "The crying widow came all the way from Kent... The time for me to speak is about to come, I'd better go and give the band a heads up. …”

Headless Nick wanted to shake Harry's hand, but as soon as he touched his palm, white smoke erupted and half of him disappeared.Nick shouted loudly and horrified: "My hand, my hand."

Orlando rushed over and opened their palms.At this time, the ghosts who were alarmed by Nick's screams gathered around him one after another. They stared at Harry with angry faces, as if they were ready to rush forward at any time.

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

He took out his wand, waved it, muttered a spell in a low voice, and cast a soul repairing spell - "In my name, souls gather, repair, and scream!"

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

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

"You're welcome, Mr. Nick, and thank you for the invitation. It was a wonderful dinner."

The ghosts who were watching looked at Orlando with eager eyes and awe. They did not dare to make loud noises and only whispered in low voices.

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

After the twelve ghost horses circled the dance floor, they ran to the center of the dance floor, stopped suddenly, stood upright on their front legs, and then kicked up their hind hooves to make a charge.

The leading ghost horse was carrying a burly ghost on his back. He tore off his own head, put his bearded head under his arm, blew a horn in his mouth and jumped off the horse.