Hogwarts Everything is Three

Allen just took two steps, then turned back, he summoned a silver sword and magic silver shield from the storage space of the system. In Daisy's surprised eyes, Allen handed these two things. To her.

"This magic silver shield can effectively resist evil curses, and this silver sword is also very sharp. You should have learned in the Dark Arts Defense class when you were at Hogwarts that vampires and werewolves were afraid of silver weapons. Just protect yourself at the door, don't come over." Allen exhorted.

"Where did you get these things?" Daisy was surprised in her heart, and the doubts in her heart blurted out-she didn't see any space objects with a constant non-marking curse used by her brother.

"I got it when I went to America." Allen didn't want to say more, he was anxious to explore the coffin.

Daisy didn't pursue too much, and it was not the time to ask about these things. Allen would tell herself what she was willing to say.

She picked up this magic silver shield and looked at it carefully. She liked the shape of this silver shield. The layers of roses were lifelike and looked very delicate and beautiful.

Allen briefly told Daisy how to control the Devil Shield.

Daisy used magic power to control the two flowers on the magic silver shield to approach, and with a "pop", the two roses merged into one and stood up, wrapping Daisy's hand.

Then the whole box turned into a silver-white shield, with roses wrapped around the shield.

If it weren't for the wrong environment at this time, Daisy would almost jump up-this shield is really amazing, and the shape is exquisite and atmospheric, especially in line with Daisy's heart.

But then her attention was diverted by Allen.

Alan was holding a magic wand and walking forward cautiously. Seeing that he was about to reach the coffin, a sudden change suddenly occurred.

A carpet, the carpet near the coffin, wrapped Allen so tightly that Allen could not see anything clearly.

This carpet looks very flexible and elastic. After wrapping Allen, it gradually tightens and tightens, like a python trying to strangle its entangled prey.

Daisy couldn't help but exclaimed, holding the silver sword, she wanted to come forward to help Allen.

He had just walked two steps, and saw the blanket and quilt covering Allen torn apart, the lights spread out, and debris was scattered everywhere.

Allen broke free from the remnant blanket without injury, and he gestured to stop Daisy from moving forward.

Daisy stopped obediently.

It was cunning enough, using a huge coffin to attract the attention of the intruder, and the carpet on the ground was the means to attack the intruder.

Allen clenched the wand in his hand and increased his vigilance. He walked to the coffin smoothly and touched the lid of the coffin with one hand. The planed wooden board felt slippery and cool.

"Yugadim Leviosa!" Allen wanted to use the Levitating Charm to remove the coffin lid—but the coffin lid didn't move.

"It really wasn't that easy, it was protected by magic...it seems to be—" Allen inserted the wand into his body, making sure that he could draw it out at any time, and then grabbed the coffin lid with both hands, trying to open it hard.

"Heh! It's heavy." For a while, Allen didn't push forward. He stood up, with a trace of chill passing through his back. Allen turned around suspiciously. Daisy was standing at the door, watching worriedly. Looking at him-there is no difference behind him.

Allen shook his head, trying to get rid of this feeling, then he put his hands on the lid of the coffin again, he leaned forward and began to push hard.

At first, the heavy wooden cover was motionless.

Then Allen heard the creaking sound, and the lid moved.

With more force, it was opened by Allen's hands.

Seeing that the lid of the coffin was no longer perfectly closed as before, he no longer planned to continue with his hands. Instead, after stepping back a few steps, he pulled out his wand for warning.

Seeing that there was no response in the coffin, Alan dashed up and kicked the lid open a big slit, then quickly jumped back and pulled it apart.

He squinted his eyes, looked towards the open coffin, and suddenly Allen gasped.

Lying in the coffin was a man, an unrecognizable old man who seemed to have been burned by the fire.

This person is obviously very old and his head is completely bald. His skin was tightly stretched on the skull, and there were many black scars on it. His eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were as pale as skin, and they were also tightly closed. The old man wore a dark purple robe with exquisite workmanship and gold and silver lace, and a purple silk cloak was pressed under him.

Under the fluorescent light of Allen's wand, he looked grim.

Despite this, Allen stared at this pale and old face cautiously, staring at the old man lying motionless in the purple coffin-Allen shot a positive energy ray directly at the opponent, but the coffin However, a shield similar to the iron armor curse exploded and bounced Alan's curse away.

Under Alan's gaze, the old man opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and then sat up.

The old man groaned softly, narrowed his eyes, and then rubbed it with his hands, as if to eliminate the sleepiness in his eyes, and as if to see Alan clearly. Then he stood up abruptly, and while muttering something, he bought one leg over the coffin, and then stepped over the other leg.

The old man came to the ground outside the coffin and made no sound when he landed. His body looked very light, and it seemed that there was no weight at all. Suddenly, he raised his arms and grabbed the purple cloak behind him. The cloak spread out behind him, like a pair of wings-he swished and climbed to the wall opposite Allen, very fast, then the old man turned around, his body seemed to be firmly glued to the wall Again, he blinked, then squinted at Alan.

"It's you!" said the old man, glaring at Allen with those weird silver eyes.

"Then you are the Duke of Night..." Allen pointed his wand at him, and replied calmly.

"It seems that your investigation is very clear..." He showed a grinning smile, "I am the Duke of Dark Night."

Daisy finally saw his face clearly and couldn't help screaming in fright.

He glanced at Daisy and licked his pale lips: "Too thirsty..."

"So, you want to drink our blood?" Allen asked.

The Duke of Dark Night nodded, and then he opened his eyes wide, looked at Daisy vigorously, then looked at Alan, "Two little wizards, one of them is what I need most, the kind of magical power..." as if certain What happened, he nodded and hissed. "Yes, I need your blood. I'm so thirsty, I'm so thirsty..."

"Too thirsty..." While licking his dry lips, he stared at Ellen with those silver eyes.

Alan felt a mental force interfering with his consciousness. The Duke of Dark Night was hypnotizing him, trying to keep him in place.

Allen decided to do everything, he quietly gestured to Daisy from behind, telling her not to act rashly, and then made a confused look.

The Duke of Dark Night opened his arms and leaped straight towards Alan from the wall. He narrowed his strange and scary eyes and stared at Alan's throat.