I'm a priest at Hogwarts.

Chapter 154 Invasion Incident
"Copied it, there are three for sale in total, I compared it and found the price is a bit expensive." Hermione handed Orlando the parchment in her hand, on which she compared the quotations.

"Let's get in touch first, and if you like it, leave a contact information or something." Orlando glanced at the parchment and said, "Anyway, we are not in a hurry, and we will lower the price when they are eager to sell."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, making sure they weren't dreaming.

"You guys are really rich." Ron said a little sourly. He had fantasized about having a big house of his own before, without being crowded with his family, but it was just a thought, and he never really expected to become Reality.

"If you don't have enough money, I still have some savings in Gringotts." Although I don't know how much it will cost to buy a house, it is undeniable that it must be a huge sum of money, and Harry sincerely hopes for the best for himself. The two friends were able to come together, so they said 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 vigorously, and this 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.

"Why didn't I realize that Hogsmeade is so big and has so many wizards living there?" Ron said enthusiastically on the way back, "There are only two wizards in our family, and Percy paid for it before. A Muggle girlfriend whose family almost hanged Percy when they found out he was a wizard." Ron laughed out loud about Percy's embarrassment.

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

They didn't speak the whole time on the mountain just now, and it was Orlando who was communicating with the owner of the house. They could clearly feel that Orlando controlled the rhythm of the conversation from the beginning to the end, so that the seller could feel his sincerity and not feel uncomfortable. Will be unhappy because there is no deal.

"Yes, there is. I think the manor on the mountainside is pretty good. It's a pity that the owner of the house is not here. The person who lives here is just a janitor who 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.

"It should be possible to lower the price. I think 5000 Galleons should be able to win."

"5000 galleons, so expensive?" Ron was a little speechless, he couldn't imagine that he could have so much money in his lifetime.

"5000 is my estimated price. If we talk about it now, others will definitely not agree. Wait a little longer. Anyway, I have already left him the contact information. If his owner is willing to sell it?"

Orlando was actually not sure. After all, a guy who could afford to buy a manor but could not keep it empty was definitely not an ordinary wizarding family, and he might not sell real estate because of money.

"It has to be like this, let's go back as soon as possible, today's dinner must be very rich, I don't want to miss it." Hermione didn't want Orlando to worry about the house, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Go, it's okay if you don't say it, but I'm really hungry once I say it."

On their way back, Ron suddenly remembered the small dried fish promised to Crookshanks, so he and Harry went to the pet store to buy a big bag, but were bumped into by Malfoy and his two followers , the result was another quarrel.

A Halloween feast is always something to look forward to, especially after a long day of off-campus play when the auditorium is filled with laughter.

At this time, the auditorium was newly decorated. Hundreds of jack-o-lanterns hung on the enchanted ceiling, a group of fluttering bats and many orange streamers that could breathe flames interspersed and danced among them, making the whole auditorium dreamlike and magical. And colorful.

All kinds of delicacies are spread on the table, many of which are new products that have not been tasted on weekdays, all of which are not limited to supply, as long as you can eat as much as you want, you can eat as much as you want, which makes Orlando very happy.

The Gryffindor seniors, who have long been familiar with it, have become immune to Orlando's feasting behavior, only the first-year freshmen who have not been enrolled for a long time are still very strange, they hide aside and bet quietly.

After eating and drinking, the ghosts of Hogwarts finally appeared on the show that they had been preparing for a year. They suddenly emerged from the walls, fireplaces, ceilings and under the tables, gliding in the air in a neat line, and then formed After a change, they were divided into several teams, and they made full use of the ghost's incorporeal characteristics to do various difficult juggling moves, which attracted the exclamation and laughter of the students.

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

"Yeah, great, especially Nearly Headless Nick, I'm just curious how he got his head in his belt." Orlando shrugged.

They talked and laughed and walked towards the Gryffindor tower, but when they came to the portrait of the fat lady, they found that there were many people crowded in the corridor, and the noisy conversation made people wonder what was going on in front of them.

"What's the matter?" Hermione, who followed Orlando, didn't notice the crowd in front of her.

"Something could be wrong."

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

The crowd fell silent, Percy pushed forward, and Orlando heard his shrill cry, "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore, quick."

The crowd turned their heads and tiptoed to look at Orlando and Hermione who stood at the end.

"I'll go." Hermione said proactively.

After a while, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall rushed over together, and they hurried to the portrait, the crowd huddled to make way for a passage.Only then did Hermione notice that the Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait, which had been vandalized, with small pieces of canvas shattered all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas completely ripped from the frame.

"Oh, my God." Hermione exclaimed, holding 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."

The mischievous Peeves floated above everyone's heads, gloating and humming an unknown tune.

"You'll be lucky." It tugged at the girl's braids and jumped for joy, always being pleased by sights of devastation and melancholy.

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

Peeves' smile faded a bit, but he was still in awe of Dumbledore, but the awe was limited.It continued to say in its greasy voice: "I'm sorry, Mr. Principal, she always makes a mess of everything. I saw her go to that landscape painting on the fifth floor. She was terrified and hid in the trees." In the middle, crying and saying something terrible, that timid look is ridiculous."

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

"Oh, I said, Head Professor," Peeves flipped somersaults in the air, and Dumbledore's calm attitude annoyed him, "but why should I tell you?" It was ready to run away like a prank.

At this time, a cold voice sounded from the crowd, "Spiriting, Edict".

After breaking through the foundation-building period, Taoism such as talismans and seals can be used at will, which is the charm of oriental Taoism.I saw a stream of light, heading straight for Peeves, and then the invisible ghost Peeves, like steam meeting cold wind, instantly solidified and fell to the ground.

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

"It's okay, you've done 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 Ghost Messenger?" Peeves finally saw that it was Orlando, his teeth were chattering in fright, and he was pitifully miserable.

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

"It's Sirius Black, my lord, I swear I'm telling the truth." Peeves, who had suffered a few times, already had a psychological shadow, and he really didn't dare to be ashamed in front of Orlando.

(End of this chapter)