Hogwarts Everything is Three

While Alan was still working on the notebook, Daisy actually started to rush people. Seeing that her brother didn't mean to chat, she wanted to rest.

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest." Daisy was holding a floral pajamas, and the intention of chasing guests was very obvious.

Well, the girl is like this, it will be sunny for a while and rain for a while, even if it is his own sister, Alan can't figure it out.

Allen grabbed the notebook and went out. The door slammed shut. He shook his head helplessly, smiled, and turned away.

Suddenly, Allen's smile froze, and his expression became severe-when he turned around, he happened to see the door of his bedroom quietly opening.

He could hear someone moving in the room.

He could hear someone whispering.

Allen drew out his wand and walked forward.

Creaking, the door opened a little more, and then began to close.

This door, like the door of a haunted house in the movie, creaked and opened and closed.

"Who is there?!"

Allen strode forward, grabbed the doorknob, and yanked the door open.

Allen released the doorknob and blocked the door with his body: "Who is there?!"

The room is empty.

After a few seconds, there was no change in the room.

Allen took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly.

No matter what it is, it will definitely appear again.

Allen lit the candlestick, sat on the head of the bed, and flipped through the notebook named Simmor again, but found nothing.

He plunged himself into the soft bed and closed his eyes.

He thought he would not be able to sleep, but before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Allen didn't know how long he slept, at most one or two hours. Sleeping very lightly and uncomfortably.

Then, he felt that his neck was held by a pair of cold hands, and he felt quite heavy on his body. He wanted to open his eyes, but couldn't open it anyway.

Alan's heart was frizzy, and with all his strength, he broke free of restraints and sat up.

Empty.

There is nothing in the room.

Although it was hot in the room, Alan felt cold all over.

He looked towards the foot of the bed and found that he had kicked away the sheets and thin blankets.

Allen sighed and leaned forward to catch them, but was suddenly startled.

He heard whispers.

Someone was talking in the room-he heard more low voices-which made Allen couldn't help reaching for the bed and grabbing his wand in his hand.

After the eyes slowly adjusted to the light, the room became clear.

It is the curtain.

The long gauze curtain in this big house was constantly floating in front of the window.

A soft gleam came into the room from the outside, and the curtain cast a swaying shadow at the foot of his bed.

"Is it the sound of this thing?" Allen scanned the room again, but found no problem. He yawned, stretched, and got up from the bed.

He quietly stepped on the floor to close the window, shivering with cold all over-as Allen approached, the curtain stopped floating and fell back to its original place.

Allen opened the curtains and reached out to close the window.

"Ah!" Allen screamed softly and found that the window was closed.

But how could the window keep moving like that with the curtain closed?

Alan stood at the window for a while, watching the dim night outside. The wind is not strong, and the window sealing performance is very good.

At this moment, a face appeared on the window—a small, pale face, but the figure disappeared as soon as it passed by.

It's the girl in red! She is a ghost!

Allen turned around quickly, but there was nothing.

At this time, a pair of cold hands touched his neck.

"Why, why do you want to enter my territory? I am free here by myself..." The immature and cold girl rang in Ellen's ear.

Alan is using his wand to send out a beam of positive energy. This ancient spell is the nemesis he learned to deal with the undead in the tower, but since the ghost can hardly really hurt anyone, Alan carefully controlled it. The strength of his own spell is just to teach the other party a lesson in this mischievous behavior, and he needs to ask the other party some questions.

But the sun's radiance was great, and with a scream, the girl in red covered her smoking arm and quickly floated outside the door.

Alan squinted his eyes and chased it out, but there was no one outside the door, and the little girl disappeared without a trace. He had never used the power of this spell on undead creatures before, and he did not expect it to happen to them. The power is so huge.

Returning to his room, Alan let himself be dressed neatly, whether it will appear again or not, and now he is going to see the other relatives in the house to make sure they are all right.

A loud knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Allen drew his wand out and slowly approached the door. "Who?"

But there was no response from the outside, but the knocking on the door continued, getting heavier and harder, and finally it was deafening.

Taking a deep breath, Allen had to raise his wand to be ready to attack at any time, and then slammed open the door-it was Daisy.

Daisy was now dishevelled, not paying attention to Alan's angry expression, pushed Alan away, and walked directly into the room.

Daisy went around the room, as if searching for something.

"Could it be that she also met the little girl?" Allen quickly went to see Daisy's expression, he was a little confused about her sister's intention, "Daisy, what are you doing? Why didn't you reply? You just asked. Didn't you encounter anything?"

"What are you looking at?" Daisy said grimly, "It's so strange that I didn't find a mirror! I just went to Emily and Mom's room, and I found none!"

"There is no mirror!" Allen carefully recalled the two experiences in the manor. Wherever he went, he did not see any mirror. "Simmore-there is no mirror in the manor-on Aunt Josephine's head hat of……"

The suspicion in Alan's heart grew stronger, and this ancient manor was like a mystery: "Could Auntie really be a vampire?"

He once read in the book collection in the Ravenclaw common room that vampires will shrink from mirrors or powerful sacred emblems. These things will not harm the vampires, they just don't want to get close.

But fortunately, the ghost seems to have just come to find herself~www.ltnovel.com~ and Daisy has just confirmed the safety of her mother and sister. It is not dawn yet. It is not convenient to tell her family about her guess, if she really wants to fight a vampire. The best time is to choose daytime... But even if my aunt is a vampire, it seems that she has always been harmless.

"Tomorrow, should I talk to my father and the others..." Allen took a look at her sister who was still lying on the ground and pouting her **** trying to find a mirror under her bed, "I should learn from Gryffindor first. Style, investigate it yourself, anyway, I will deal with the most suitable curse for the undead...otherwise my father will be sad..."

Be careful and drove away the annoyed Daisy. Allen lay on the bed with his wand in hand. No matter what, it's very important to keep energetic.

Early the next morning, after washing and dressing neatly, he pulled out a large pile of candy from the salute, packed it in a bag, and mentioned it downstairs.

Daisy seemed to be sleeping upstairs, only Mrs. Harris and Aunt Josephine were busy in the kitchen waving their magic wands.

"Good morning, mother; good morning, Aunt Josephine." Suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, Alan politely greeted the two elders.

"Good morning, Ellen, why don't you sleep longer?" Aunt Josephine asked in surprise.

"I'm used to getting up early, but I didn't find the mirror when I just finished washing and combing my hair." Allen blinked, looking quite innocent. "Aunt Josephine, do you know which toilet has it?"

"Then you may be disappointed. I don't like looking in the mirror, so you probably can't find a mirror in the manor." Aunt Josephine responded generously to Alan.

Ellen didn't notice any abnormality in her expression-either she was really magnanimous, or her acting skills were too high.