All things are three at Hogwarts

"We need fluorescent lights," Allen said softly.

Daisy touched the cold, damp stone wall, then she turned to Ellen. "You mean we're going into a tunnel?" she asked.

Daisy felt that she was really stupid for asking, of course she had to go into the tunnel. What would you do if you discovered a secret tunnel?

You definitely wouldn’t stand at the entrance wondering about it, you would definitely go in and take a look.

"Where will this tunnel lead?" Daisy frowned thoughtfully and asked, "Maybe it leads to the house next door, maybe it connects the two houses together."

"There's no house over there next door," Ellen reminded her. "It's an empty lot. I've seen it."

"Oh, but it must lead somewhere," she answered. "A tunnel, it can't lead anywhere."

"That's very thoughtful," Alan replied nonchalantly, focusing entirely on the tunnel.

Daisy looked at Alan suspiciously, always feeling that he was making fun of her.

The wand in Alan's hand shone on the stone wall, which was covered with a layer of moss.

On the smooth stone floor, there were some small puddles, the water inside sparkling under the fluorescent light of the wand.

"It's very damp in there," Alan muttered.

He took a step into the tunnel, shining his wand on the stone wall, and Daisy followed.

The air suddenly became much colder, and Daisy shivered, startled by the sudden change in temperature.

"Yeah," Daisy agreed, "it's like a freezer in here."

Allen raised his wand and pointed it directly ahead.

“I can’t see the end of the tunnel,” he said. “It could be many, many miles long!”

"Hey!" Daisy shouted, her voice becoming many echoes. "Is there anyone in there?" she asked loudly.

"Oh, Daisy, be serious." Allen really wanted to touch his forehead and sigh, isn't this just a warning?

Alan lowered his wand and let it shine on the path beneath his feet.

They walked slowly, carefully avoiding the puddles, going deeper and deeper into the tunnel, and the air grew colder.

Their shoes made a gentle scraping sound, which bounced off the stone wall and turned into an eerie echo.

After walking for about a minute, Allen turned around and looked at the entrance of the tunnel. It became a narrow rectangular piece of yellow light, which looked very far away.

The tunnel turned a corner, and the stone wall seemed to contain them.

"It's so weird," Alan murmured. "Where could it lead?"

"Why would someone dig a tunnel in a wall?" Daisy asked.

She suddenly grabbed Allen's shoulder and stopped him from going any further: "Do you want to turn back?"

"Of course not." Allen said decisively.

"I don't want to either," she said immediately, "I just want to see if you want to go back."

They turned down the tunnel, the glow of their wands flickering across the damp walls. A puddle spread across the road beneath their feet, and they jumped over it.

Then, the tunnel turned again, Daisy screamed, and Alan froze in place

The girl in red, Miss Clark, appeared and stood there with an expressionless face.

"Don't be afraid." Allen had a magic wand in his hand this time and felt much more confident.

He had already fought with her once and had already thought of the magic spell to deal with her, so naturally he would not show mercy at this time.

"Undead!" Allen waved his wand to the upper left.

This is what Allen saw in Ravenclaw Tower, and it is suitable for dealing with the girl in red.

Her emotionless expression finally cracked. She was unable to move and was frozen in place.

"Who are you?" Daisy asked sharply to calm her beating heart.

"I'm Clark." the little girl said.

Daisy's eyes lit up, it would be great if she could communicate!

"Why are you here? What do you want to do?" she continued.

"I heard your voices, and I'm going to drive you out of my domain." Clark murmured in a low voice, as if he was just speaking to himself.

"Why?" Daisy asked confused.

"Because I really enjoy wandering around this manor!" Clark let out an erratic laugh.

"Last question, how did you die?" Daisy asked curiously. On the surface, it was completely impossible to guess the cause of death of this little girl.

"I was killed. I don't know why I became like this, but it doesn't matter, as long as you leave my domain."

Clark didn't care at all when Daisy asked about the cause of her death. She didn't know why she turned into a ghost at all.

However, this does not prevent her from enjoying the unrestrained feeling of living in a large mansion. She will find ways to scare away people who enter the manor.

"Why didn't you hurt us last time?" Allen asked strangely.

"Josephine emphasized that I can't hurt you!" Clark was very cooperative and answered all questions.

Sure enough, it has something to do with Aunt Josephine,

"Then why did you drive us away again this time? No, you wanted to kill me this time!" Allen suddenly discovered the contradiction in her words.

Daisy looked at Allen strangely, but Allen ignored her and stared at Clark unblinkingly.

"The Duke said, you have to stay while the others drive away." Clark's face suddenly showed a look of horror.

"Duke? Who is it?" Daisy glanced at Allen proudly and asked hurriedly.

"I can't say." Clark was horrified, but due to the restraint of the Undead Immobilization Spell, he couldn't move at all and looked in great pain.

Daisy's eyes showed unbearable color.

Alan pushed Daisy away and pointed his wand at Clark.

Although Daisy couldn't bear it, she didn't stop Alan's actions. She believed that her brother would not mess up.

"Legilimency!" A strand of silver thread spurted out from the top of Allen's wand, slowly flowing towards Clark, wrapping around Clark's head in circles.

"Is this Legilimency?" Daisy wondered, why was it different from what she knew?

"I once borrowed a book called The Secret of the Soul from the restricted book section, and I learned this usage from that book."

Seeing that Daisy still looked confused, Allen simply explained: "It is actually Legilimency, but it is used in a different way. This one is specifically for ghosts. However, it is indeed very effective for detecting the lost memories of ghosts. .”

These silver threads had wrapped Clark's head tightly, and gradually emitted a silver light. Scenes of scenes were transmitted to Allen along the threads.

After a long time, Allen put down his wand, and his expression showed strong regret.

"How is it? Who is she?" Daisy urged Alan.

Women are always very curious.

"She is Clark, a poor person who had excellent magical talent but was killed by a vampire." Allen looked at the girl in red with regret.