I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Oh, and you, respected Ghost Messenger, it is really my great honor for you to come to my death anniversary dinner."

He took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited them in.

"Ghost Messenger? Orlando, when did you become a messenger?" Hermione asked curiously.

Orlando shrugged and said: "On the first day of school, do you remember? You were teased by Peeves and got all wet. I couldn't see it and gave it a lesson. Didn't this spread among the ghosts? You gave me this title."

"Sounds very domineering." Ron said yearningly.

"He's a living person, so it's not appropriate to call him that, right?" After living in Muggle time for ten years, Harry still had some worldly habits that were unavoidable.

"It doesn't matter what you call him, as long as he's not an enemy." Orlando said nonchalantly.

Walking into the lobby, the sight before you is incredible.

The underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures, most of them wandering around the overcrowded dance floor, waltzing and playing music to the terrifying and trembling sounds of thirty musical saws. Saw's band was sitting on the stage covered in black cloth.

A thousand candles were lit in a chandelier overhead, emitting a midnight blue light that reflected the ceiling like dark space.

Harry took a deep breath. The three of them were not as strong as Orlando. The strong temperature difference made them shiver. The breath they exhaled turned into white mist and lingered in front of them, as if they had walked into a refrigerator.

"Orlando, aren't you cold?" Ron asked, stamping his feet.

"Cold? I can already protect myself from the cold and heat. This temperature is not a threat to me." Orlando said proudly. Years of unremitting physical training have now shown his advantages.

"Shall we look around? It's really cold here." Harry suggested, trying to warm his feet.

"Wait a minute," Orlando reached into his arms and secretly took out a few talismans from his psychic bracelet. These are safe blessings to ward off evil spirits and ghosts. They are low-level talismans. They are Orlando's training skills and are used here. The place is just right.

"One for each person, stick it on your chest." Orlando handed it to everyone.

"What's this for?" Ron asked.

"You'll know after you put it on." Orlando didn't want to explain more, and he didn't understand even after he explained it.

"Hey, it's amazing, I can't feel the cold anymore." Hermione put the Ping An Fu on her head without hesitation and immediately felt the difference.

"Me too." Harry said in surprise.

Ron quickly posted it, "Orlando should have taken out such a good thing sooner."

Orlando rolled his eyes at him and didn't want to pay attention to this idiot.

"Ghosts gather here, and the cold and cold air is too strong, which is not good for living people. If a living person stays here for a long time, he or she will become seriously ill, or even die. The blessing of peace can dispel the cold, exorcise evil spirits, and avoid ghosts. It can guarantee your safety. It's safe, so don't take it off until you get out of here." In view of Harry and Ron's curiosity, Orlando had to emphasize the seriousness of the matter.

With the blessing of Ping An Fu, several people became bolder. They were no longer limited to following behind Orlando, and began to move around curiously.

"Be careful not to pass through anyone's body." Ron said nervously, holding the peace blessing on his chest.

They walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, past a group of sullen nuns, and saw a ragged man in chains.

Orlando quietly concentrated his magic power and poured it into his eyes, and whispered a spell: "Open the Dharma Eyes."In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he pulled up the hat behind his cloak to cover his forehead.

At this time, a fat monk, who was the ghost of Hufflepuff, with a lively and cheerful temperament, was chatting with a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead.Feeling something strange, he turned back to look at Orlando. Hermione, who originally wanted to ask something, took a step forward in time and blocked Orlando.

"Orlando, what are you doing?" Hermione asked in a low voice when the ghost turned back to continue chatting.

"I'm just curious, nothing in the way." Orlando opened his eyes and looked around. He seemed to see something interesting. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "So that's it."

Harry heard the sound and curiously looked in the direction Orlando was looking. It was the Bloody Barrow, which was what he expected.Bloody Barrow is the ghost of Slytherin. He is as skinny as a stick, with straight eyes and silver blood stains all over his body. Other ghosts are making room for him.

"interesting."

"Don't you think it's scary?" Bloody Barrow, covered in blood and with dull eyes, was more terrifying to Harry than headless Nick.

"It's a bit, eh, he's coming towards us." As if he noticed Orlando and the others, Bloody Barrow changed his direction and walked straight towards them.

The ghosts along the way were unprepared and were knocked off their feet, but they seemed to dare not complain and gave way to the road one after another.

"He...he came towards us?" Ron quickly retreated behind Orlando.

"What does he want to do?" Hermione asked.

"Don't panic, stay still for now." Seeing Ron showing signs of escaping, Orlando hurriedly stopped him.

After a while, Bloody Barrow came over, put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "Sir Ghost Messenger?"

"It's me, Orlando Bloom."

"I've always heard your legends. I'm deeply honored to see you today."

"That's very kind of you, Mr. Barrow."

"I hope you have a good time. Of course, it would be better if you could take back your magic and stop prying into our body." Bloody Barro said expressionlessly.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I was just curious, no offense intended." Orlando pinched the spell, retracted the magic eye, and said.

"Thank you for your consideration, Lord Ghost Messenger." Bloody Barro stroked his chest and bowed again, then turned and left.

"Orlando, what did you do?" Harry asked curiously, and Ron and Hermione gathered around, also wanting to know.

"Well, I used a detection magic, but I didn't expect to be discovered by Bloody Barro."

"You are so brave. I don't even dare to make too much noise when walking, for fear of disturbing these undead." Hermione said with lingering fear.

"Stop talking about this, they are starting to have dinner. Let's go over and take a look." No matter where he is, Orlando can't resist the temptation of food. Even if it is the food of the undead, he is very interested in taking a look.

"Look, food!" said Ron.

At the other end of the underground classroom is a long table, also covered with black velvet.

Orlando walked in front, followed closely by Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They walked forward quickly, and then stopped in horror. The smell was too unpleasant.

Orlando glanced at the table, and then lost all appetite. This was the most disgusting dinner he had ever seen. Large chunks of rotten meat were placed on beautiful silver plates, dark and charred. Cakes were piled on large trays; there were plenty of maggot-infested haggis and a slab of cheese covered in green hairs.