I'm a priest at Hogwarts

The sudden situation made the ghosts remain silent at first, and then they applauded enthusiastically after they realized what happened.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were impressed and applauded.

Nick grimaced, not knowing what to say.

The ghost horse warrior walked up to him and raised his head high.

"Nick!" he shouted loudly, "How are you? Is your head still hanging there?" He let out a wild laugh and patted the almost headless Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick," Nick said stiffly.

"Living people?" Mr. Patrick saw Orlando, Harry, Ron and Hermione at a glance. He jumped up high in pretend to be surprised, but his head fell off again, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Orlando picked up his head without leaving a trace and handed it to him.

"Aren't you scared?" Patrick asked depressedly. He wanted to scare these children.

"Mr. War Spirit, I believe you must have been an upright warrior during your lifetime." Orlando said unhurriedly.

"Oh, that's strange, how did you know? Who is this little guy?" Patrick turned to look at the headless Nick.

"This is the ghost-bringer Orlando Bloom I told you about."

"Is it him?" Patrick stopped joking and gave a chest-stroking salute.

"Dear Ambassador, please forgive Patrick for being rude!"

"Hello, Mr. Patrick, don't be surprised if you don't know. Besides, you were just joking, not rude at all." Orlando bowed in return.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at this scene in shock - the ghost was begging for forgiveness from a living person, which was completely beyond their understanding.

"Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I think it's time for me to speak."

"You're welcome, Mr. Nick." Orlando nodded, indicating that he was free to do so.

Headless Nick strode to the podium and came under a cold blue spotlight.

"Sir Messenger, please don't mind. Headless Nick is upset because we don't let him join the Hunters! If you are free that day, you can come to visit our club."

Orlando smiled and nodded, "Please don't call me Lord Messenger, you can call me Orlando."

At this time, other members of the Headless Hunters were calling Patrick's name.

"Okay, Orlando, have a good time."

"The same goes for you, Mr. War Spirit."

"Orlando, you are so awesome." Hermione said with admiration on her face. This was the first time she had seen a ghost show such respect to a human being.

"How did you do it, Orlando?" Ron was extremely envious, and he imagined that one day he could do the same.

"How should I put it? Maybe it's because my talisman restrains the undead!"

"Is this the peace blessing I have on my body?" Harry asked, touching his chest.

"Didn't you experience it just now? Any ghost that comes into contact with you will be harmed."

"So, with this, we don't have to be afraid of ghosts?" Ron Queque wanted to try.

"You'd better not take the initiative to provoke them. Ping An Fu also has a time limit and is not omnipotent." Orlando warned. You must know that there are hundreds of ghosts here, and some are high-level ghosts. To deal with ordinary ghosts, Ping An Fu It's still somewhat useful, but against those high-level ghosts, Ping An Fu is useless.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ron gave up on experimenting with ghosts, and he had to take Orlando's warning seriously.

During the short time he spoke, the lights on the stage turned on, and the lights elsewhere dimmed, leaving only a blue spotlight shining on the headless Nick.

Just listen to him shouting loudly: "Please pay attention, now I am going to start speaking." There was a roar of laughter in the audience, "My late lords, ladies and gentlemen, it is with great sincerity that I Grief….”

Orlando heard the first few words, and the location where they stood was too remote, plus Mr. Patrick and his members of the Headless Hunters played a game of overhead hockey.Everyone was watching, and every time a goal was scored, the audience roared deafeningly, and the noise directly drowned out the speech of the headless Nick.

Ron was very interested in this kind of hockey game. He watched it with great interest. If Harry hadn't pulled him, he almost squeezed in. "Be careful, Ron. You are carrying a safe blessing. If you accidentally touch it, Ghosts will cause big trouble." Harry said with lingering fear.

Ron scratched his head and looked at Orlando sheepishly.

"The time for the Talisman Seal is almost up, let's go back." Orlando said. After seeing the souls of different ghosts, the purpose of this trip has been achieved, and he can go back.

"Ah, are you going back now?" Ron said with hesitation.

"How about you stay here and we go back first." Hermione had long wanted to leave, but was too embarrassed to say it.

"No, I'd better go with you."

At this time, the band started to play again, and the big ghosts and little ghosts returned to the dance floor.

"Let's go." Harry tugged on Ron's sleeve, and the two reluctantly followed Orlando's footsteps.

Passing through the dark corridor, Orlando led the way towards the steps leading to the foyer, followed closely by Hermione. Once here, she was no longer so nervous and scared.

At this time, Harry's exclamation suddenly came from behind. Ron stopped and called Orlando hurriedly.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Orlando jumped up and jumped a few meters away.

Harry stood up staggeringly from the steps and said urgently: "Orlando, which voice is it, did you hear it?"

"Sound?" Orlando listened intently, looking around and squinting up and down the dimly lit aisles to confirm that there was no other sound except the crackling of candles and the beating of everyone's heartbeats.

Harry looked at him expectantly, and Ron and Hermione held their breaths.

After a moment Orlando shook his head.

"Harry, are you hallucinating?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Impossible, this is not the first time. The same cold, murderous voice seems to be saying in your ear: "Tear you apart... tear you apart... kill you." ..."

Harry's expression was ferocious and terrifying when he said this, which frightened Ron. "Harry, today is Halloween, not April Fools' Day."

"I'm not playing a prank, Ron, I'm stating a fact," Harry shouted.

"Calm down Harry, something is probably targeting you." Although he knew it was a basilisk, Orlando was not a Parselmouth and could not understand snake language. He could not judge what the basilisk wanted to do.

"Then what should we do, Orlando, please think of a solution." Ever since she experienced the troll incident, Hermione has had an inexplicable dependence on Orlando. Whenever she encounters a problem, she naturally wants to ask for help. He asked for help.

"Hermione, go back to the castle first."