Chapter 254 Whispering in the Middle of the Night (Modified)

Chapter 252 Whispering in the middle of the night (modified)

While Allen was still studying the notebook, Daisy actually started to chase people away. Seeing that her brother had no intention of chatting, she wanted to take a rest.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to go back and rest." Daisy hugged a floral pajamas, her intention to chase away the guest was very obvious.

Well, that's how girls are, sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it's raining, even if it's his own sister, Allen can't figure it out.

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

Suddenly, Allen's smile froze and his expression became serious - when he turned around, he happened to see his bedroom door open quietly.

He could hear people moving around the house.

He could hear someone whispering.

Allen took out his wand and walked forward.

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

The door, like the door to a haunted house in a movie, creaks and opens and closes.

"Who's there?!"

Allen strode forward, grabbed the door handle, and pulled the door open forcefully.

Allen let go of the door handle and blocked the door with his body: "Who is there?!"

The room was empty.

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

Allen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Whatever it is, it will come back again.

Allen lit the candlestick, sat on the bedside, and looked through the notebook titled Xin Moor again, but found nothing.

He sank into the soft bed and closed his eyes.

He thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Allen didn't know how long he slept, maybe an hour or two at most. Sleeping very light and uncomfortable.

Then, he felt a pair of cold hands holding his neck. His body felt quite heavy. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

Allen's heart was pounding, and he used all his strength to break free from the restraints and sit up.

Empty.

There was nothing in the room.

Although it was hot in the room, Allen felt chilly all over.

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

Allen sighed and leaned forward to grab them, but was suddenly stunned.

He heard whispers.

Someone was talking in the room - he heard more murmurs - which made Alan reach over to the bedside and take his wand in his hand.

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, the room became clearer.

It's curtains.

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

A soft glimmer of light shone into the room from outside, and the curtains cast a swaying shadow at the foot of his bed.

"Is that the sound of this thing?" Allen scanned the entire room again, but found nothing wrong. He yawned, stretched, and got up from the bed.

He quietly stepped on the floor to close the window, shivering with cold all over - just as Allen approached, the curtains stopped fluttering and fell back to their original positions.

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

"Ah!" Allen exclaimed slightly and found that the window was closed.

But why do the curtains flutter like that when the window is closed?

Allen stood in front of the window for a while, looking out at the dim night. The wind wasn't too strong and the windows were well sealed.

At this moment, a face appeared on the window - a small, pale human face, but the figure passed by and disappeared.

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..." The immature and cold girl rang in Allen's ears.

Allen is using his wand to emit a ray composed of positive energy. This ancient spell is the nemesis he learned in the tower to deal with the undead. However, since ghosts can hardly actually hurt anyone, Allen carefully controls it. The power of his spell was just to teach the other party a lesson for this mischievous behavior, and he also needed to ask the other party some questions.

But as bright as the sun, and with a scream, the girl in red covered her smoking arm and quickly floated out the door.

Allen narrowed his eyes and chased 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 have such a powerful effect on them. The power is so huge.

Returning to his room, Allen let himself get dressed, regardless of whether it would appear again, and now he went to check on other relatives in the house to make sure they were okay.

A loud knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Allen took out his wand and slowly approached the door, "Who?"

But there was no response from outside, and the knocking on the door continued, getting louder and louder, and finally became deafening.

Taking a deep breath, Allen had no choice but to raise his wand, ready to attack at any time, and then suddenly opened the door - it was Daisy.

Daisy's hair was disheveled at this time, and she didn't care about Allen's angry look. She pushed Allen away and walked directly into the room.

Daisy walked around the room as if searching for something.

"Could it be that she also met the little girl?" Allen quickly looked at Daisy's expression. He was a little unsure of his sister's intentions. "Daisy, what are you doing? Why didn't you reply when I asked you? Didn't you encounter anything?"

"What are you looking at?" Daisy said angrily, "It's so strange, I didn't find a mirror! I just went to Emily and Mom's room and found no mirror!"

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

Allen's suspicions grew stronger and stronger. This ancient manor was like a mystery: "Could it be that my aunt is really a vampire?"

He had read in the collection of books in the Ravenclaw common room that vampires would shrink from mirrors or powerful holy symbols. These things did not harm vampires, they just didn't want to be near them.

But fortunately, the ghost seemed to have just come to see her, and Daisy had just confirmed the safety of her mother and sister. It was not yet dawn, so she couldn't tell her family her conjecture. If she really wanted to fight a vampire, it would be better to choose the right time. During the day...but even though my aunt is a vampire, she never seems to have any ill intentions.

"Should I tell my father and the others tomorrow..." Alan glanced at his sister, who was still lying on the ground with her butt sticking out, trying to find a mirror under her bed, and thought inwardly, "I'd better learn how Gryffindor commits suicide first. Style, you should investigate it yourself first, anyway, I will be able to deal with the most suitable spell for the undead...otherwise my father will be sad..."

After making up his mind and driving away the resentful Daisy, Allen lay on the bed holding the wand. No matter what, it was very important to ensure that he was energetic.

Early the next morning, UU read www.uukanshu.net After washing and dressing neatly, he took out a lot of candies from the salute, packed them in bags, and carried them downstairs.

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

"Good morning, Mom; Good morning, Aunt Josephine." Suppressing the ups and downs of his inner thoughts, Allen greeted the two elders politely.

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

"I'm used to getting up early, but I didn't find a mirror when I just finished washing and was about to comb my hair." Allen blinked, looking quite innocent, "Aunt Josephine, do you know which bathroom has one?"

"Then you may be disappointed. I don't like looking in the mirror, so I'm afraid you won't find a mirror in the manor." Aunt Josephine responded to Allen generously.

Allen didn't notice anything unusual in her expression - either she was really magnanimous, or her acting skills were too high.