All things are three at Hogwarts

"Ellen, pat the snow off your body before you come in, so that your coat will not be stained when the snow melts." Mrs. Harris shouted.

Allen obeyed and patted the snowflakes on his body in the foyer, but the figure of the girl in red always stayed in his mind, lingering.

Mr. Harris and the others were already seated in the restaurant.

Probably talking about something happy, Mr. Harris burst into hearty laughter.

Allen felt that this was not a good time to talk about what he had just seen. Firstly, it would be disappointing, and secondly, they would not believe it.

Allen put his coat aside and walked into the restaurant.

The walls of the restaurant are green, a huge chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and hundreds of candles illuminate the room.

The fire was flickering in the high fireplace, and there were torches burning on the walls.

There is a long table under the chandelier, and everyone is already seated in high-backed chairs, ready to enjoy dinner.

The wine in the metal goblet exudes an alluring rose-colored luster under the candlelight. On the silver plate, rich and delicious food was piled high.

If everyone puts on formal robes and steeple hats, this is a typical picture of a medieval wizard's dinner.

Alan noticed that Mr. Harris's eyes shone in the bright candlelight. He was obviously happy to spend this Christmas with Aunt Josephine.

When Allen also took his seat, Aunt Josephine knocked on the tall metal wine glass in front of her and smiled heartily.

"This is the most lively Christmas I've had in years. Owen, thank you." She took a big sip of the wine in the glass, 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." Mrs. Harris sighed.

Aunt Josephine blinked and said, "No, even though this manor is already a bit decadent, it has been around for a long time. Living here and imagining how prosperous it used to be is very interesting."

Allen watched Aunt Josephine drink the bright red wine in one gulp, and always felt that her words meant something else.

The guests and guests enjoyed this feast, but Allen was still thinking about the girl in red.

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

In the candlelight, the huge oil paintings on the walls on both sides looked particularly eerie.

The wizards and witches in strange costumes all had sullen faces, cold expressions, and no smile at all.

The dark corridor, the gloomy portraits, the dizzying twists and turns, the flickering firelight, and Allen's pounding heartbeat.

Daisy was also scared, "Oh, it looks really scary in here! Fortunately, Emily fell asleep."

Alan and Daisy turned their attention to Emily at the same time.

The little girl's face was flushed, and she had already fallen asleep in Albert's arms, dozing gently.

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

Lunn nodded to the two of them and returned to his room.

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

Allen nodded considerately, knowing in his heart that Daisy would inevitably feel a little uneasy in such an eerie and unfamiliar environment.

"You're going to love your room, the whole house is great, really," Ellen said to Daisy.

"This house is so spooky, it's hard not to be scared," Daisy muttered under her breath. “There is no advantage other than the space.”

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

Taking his eyes away from the portraits, Allen looked at the columns of the house, thoughtfully.

The manor they were in now was a building with pillared verandas added to the four sides of an original hall. The structure was a cross arch.

The large and small pillars are well-proportioned and in harmonious proportions.

"How do you know?" Daisy was a little impatient and urged Alan to leave.

"You see, its columns strictly comply with the column rules and are typical Palladian architecture."

Allen settled on his idea, which was typical of the architectural style of the late Renaissance.

"Oh, no matter what it is, I want to get out of here." Daisy tightened her coat tightly. She felt that it was chilly in this corridor.

Allen shrugged, feeling some involuntary respect for the manor. In a previous life, if you wanted to carefully explore a building with such a long history, you would have to pay an entrance fee.

They entered Daisy's room, which was the room with the bay window next to Alan's.

The layout of the room is almost the same as Allen's room, except for the addition of a huge bookshelf with magic books neatly stacked on it.

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

"You can browse around here." Daisy opened the closet door nonchalantly.

Allen walked to the bookcase. The carved patterns on it made him confirm the history of this house again. It was definitely in the style of the 17th century.

"It's funny, we actually live in a house that's at least three hundred years old." Allen checked the bookshelves.

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

He opened the notebook. In the dim candlelight, some familiar words twisted and jumped on the notebook.

Runes?

Allen became interested.

Could this be some little wizard's study notes?

He sat on a wooden chair nearby and started reading.

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

Allen turned his attention to the runes on the title page again.

It's very simple. It only translates to the seven letters tremere.

Allen was horrified as he thought about the meaning of these seven letters.

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

The Tremere Clan, one of the thirteen vampire clans.

The original members of Tremere were a group of human magicians who longed for eternal life. With the help of unknown forces, they actually gained the ability to suck blood through alchemy, magic and the blood of a tzimisce elder.

What does the name on this book mean?

Is it a little wizard who worships Xin Maor, or a vampire?

Could this house, shrouded in the shadow of the mountains, be a vampire manor?

And Aunt Josephine?

Ellen thought of Aunt Josephine's hat, which she would never take off, and her unusually rosy face.