Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Ellen, slap the snow on your body before you come in, lest the snow melts and eviscerate your viscera." Mother Morgan Le Fay shouted.

Alan Yiyan slapped the snowflakes on her body in the hall, but the figure of the girl in red remained in her mind, lingering.

Father Owen and the others are already seated in the dining room.

Probably talking about something happy, Owen burst into a hearty laugh.

Allen felt that this was not a good time to talk about what he had just seen. It was disappointing, and they would not believe it. He put his coat aside and walked into the restaurant.

The walls of the restaurant are green. There are huge chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. Hundreds of candles illuminate the room. The fire is flaring in the high fireplace, and there are torches burning on the four walls.

There is a long table under the chandelier, and everyone is seated in high chairs, ready to have dinner.

The wine in the metal goblet exudes an attractive rosy luster under the candlelight. On the silver plate, rich and delicious food was piled high.

If everyone puts on a robe and a spire hat, this is a typical medieval wizard's meal.

Allen noticed that his father's eyes sparkled in the bright candlelight. Obviously, he was very happy to spend this Christmas with Aunt Josephine.

When Alan was also seated, Aunt Josephine knocked on the tall metal wine glass in front of her and smiled very happily.

"This is the busiest Christmas I have had in so many years. Owen, thank you." She took a sip of the wine, and a trace of red liquid slipped from the corner of her mouth.

"It is indeed very lonely for you to stay alone in such a large manor." Morgan Le Fay sighed to his husband's sister.

Aunt Josephine blinked, "Nor, don't look at this manor, but it has been a bit decaying, but it has been there for years, living here, imagining the prosperity before, don’t be interesting."

Alan watched Aunt Josephine drank the bright red wine, always feeling that she meant something else.

The host and the guests enjoyed this feast, only Alan was still thinking about the girl in red.

After drinking and eating, everyone shuffled and walked on the hard ground. A long stream of torches shrouded Allen and the others in the flickering light.

In the candlelight, the huge oil paintings on the walls on both sides looked extremely gloomy.

The wizards and witches in strange costumes all sullen their faces, with cold expressions, without a slight smile.

The dark promenade, the gloomy portrait, the dizzying twists and turns, the flickering firelight, and the pounding heartbeat of Allen.

Daisy was also scared, "Oh, it looks terrifying here! Fortunately, Little Sweet Bear is asleep."

Allen and Daisy looked at Emily at the same time.

The little girl blushed and fell asleep in Albert's arms, slapped gently.

"I'll take her back to the room first." Albert said softly.

Lun nodded to the two and returned to his room.

"It's still early, maybe you can come to my room and sit down." Daisy said.

Allen nodded thoughtfully. He knew in his heart that in such a ghastly strange environment, his sister Daisy would inevitably be a little uneasy.

"You will like your room. The whole house is great, really." Allen said to her sister.

"This house is so grim, it's hard not to be frightened." Daisy muttered in a low voice. "Except for the large space, there is no advantage."

"In fact, this house should be at least three hundred years old."

Looking away from the portraits, Allen looked at the pillars of the house, thoughtfully.

The manor they are in at the moment is a building with verandahs on all sides of the original hall, and the structure is a cross arch.

The large and small columns are scattered and well proportioned.

"How do you know?" Daisy became a little impatient and urged Allen to leave.

"Look, its pillars strictly abide by the column specifications and are typical Palladio-style buildings."

Allen confirmed his idea, which is a typical architectural style at the end of the Renaissance.

"Oh, whatever it is, I want to leave here." Daisy tightened her coat tightly, and she felt chill in this corridor.

Allen shrugged, and involuntarily developed some respect for the manor. In a previous life, if you want to carefully explore a building with such a long history, you have to charge tickets.

They entered Daisy's room, which was the room with bay windows next to Allen.

The layout of the room is almost the same as Allen's room, except that there is a huge bookshelf on which magic books are neatly stacked.

"Ha, Daisy, your room is better than mine! There are so many books in the collection." Allen exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

"You can look around here." Daisy opened the closet door carelessly.

Allen walked to the bookcase, and the carved patterns on it made him confirm the history of this house again~www.NovelMTL.com~ is definitely the style of the 17th century.

"It's really interesting, we actually lived in a house that was at least three hundred years old." Allen checked the bookshelf.

"Huh?" Allen found a black notebook in a corner of the bookshelf. This notebook reminded him of Voldemort's notebook.

He opened the book, and in the dim candlelight, some familiar words were twisting and jumping on the book.

Rune?

Allen came interested.

Is this the study notes of which little wizard?

He sat on the wooden chair aside and flipped through it.

Although this book is recorded in Rune, the spells recorded in it are very common and nothing unusual.

Allen turned his eyes to the Rune on the title page again.

It's very simple, only those seven letters are translated-Tremere.

Alan was horrified, but he thought of the meaning of these seven letters.

Professor Bins, who teaches the history of magic, once introduced it in his flat voice.

Tremere-the Simmor clan, one of the thirteen clan of vampires.

The first members of the Simmor clan were a group of human magicians who longed for eternal life. They did not know what kind of help they received, and they obtained the ability to **** blood through alchemy, magic and the blood of a thorny elder.

What does the name on this notebook represent?

Is it a little wizard who worships Simmor, or a vampire?

Is this house shrouded in the shadow of the mountains a vampire manor?

So Aunt Josephine?

Allen thought of Aunt Josephine's hat that would never be taken off, and her abnormally ruddy face.