All things are three at Hogwarts

Allen just took two steps and turned around again.

He summoned the silver sword and magic silver shield from the storage grid of the system.

In Daisy's surprised eyes, Allen handed these two things to her.

"When I was in Ravenclaw, I learned some magic spells to deal with dark creatures who are afraid of the sun, so I will lend you the wand to use first. This magic silver shield can effectively resist evil spells, and this silver sword is also very effective. Sharp, protect yourself at the door and don't come over." Allen warned.

"Where did you get these things?" Daisy was so surprised that she blurted out her doubts.

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

Daisy no longer pursues too much, everyone has their own secrets.

She picked up the magic silver shield and looked at it carefully. She liked the shape of the silver shield.

The layers of roses are lifelike and look very delicate and beautiful.

Allen briefly told Daisy how to control the magic silver shield.

Daisy used magic power to control the two flowers on the magic silver shield to come closer. With a "pop" sound, the two roses merged into one, stood up, and wrapped one of Daisy's hands.

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

If it weren't for the wrong environment at this time, Daisy would almost jump up.

This shield is really amazing, and its shape is both exquisite and grand, which is especially in line with Daisy’s wishes.

But then her attention was diverted by Allen.

Allen held the wand and walked forward cautiously. Just as he was about to reach the coffin, something suddenly happened.

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

This carpet looked very flexible and elastic. After wrapping Allen, it gradually tightened and tightened, just like a python trying to strangle the prey it was entangled with.

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

As soon as he took two steps, he saw that the blanket and quilt wrapping Allen were torn apart, the lights were scattered, and the fragments were scattered everywhere.

Alan managed to free himself from the remaining blankets unscathed.

Allen made a gesture to prevent Daisy from going forward.

Daisy stopped in her tracks obediently.

It's really cunning, using a huge coffin to attract the attention of the intruder, and the carpet on the ground is the means to attack the intruder.

Allen tightened his grip on the wand in his hand and became more vigilant.

He walked to the coffin smoothly and touched the lid of the coffin with one hand. The planed wood felt smooth and cool to the touch.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" Allen wanted to use the floating spell to move the coffin lid.

But the coffin lid didn't move at all.

"Did you actually apply magic protection? It seems that you can only"

Allen inserted the wand into his body to ensure that he could draw it out at any time, then grabbed the coffin lid with both hands and tried to lift it open.

"Ha! It's really heavy." For a moment, Allen didn't push it.

He stood up, a chill running down his back.

He turned around suspiciously. Daisy was standing at the door, looking at him worriedly.

There was nothing strange behind him.

Allen shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling, and then he put his hands on the coffin lid again.

Allen leaned forward and began to push hard.

At first, the heavy wooden cover remained motionless.

Then, Alan heard a creaking sound and the lid moved.

Slowly, it was opened by Allen's hands.

Allen leaned over the open coffin, pushing and pushing until the lid finally stood up and stood firmly.

Allen let go of the lid and immediately drew out his wand on alert.

He narrowed his eyes and looked towards the open coffin.

It was too dark and he couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, Allen took a breath of air.

There was a person lying in the coffin, an old man who looked as if he had been burned by fire and was beyond recognition.

This man is very old and has a completely bald head. His skin stretched tightly over his skull and was dotted with black scars.

His eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were as pale as his skin and closed tightly.

He wore a finely crafted robe trimmed with gold and silver lace, and a purple silk cloak was pressed beneath him.

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

Despite this, Allen still stared cautiously at the pale and old face, staring at the old man lying quietly and motionless in the purple coffin.

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

He groaned softly, narrowed his eyes, and then rubbed them with his hands, as if to eliminate the sleepiness in his eyes, and to see Allen clearly.

He stood up suddenly, muttering something, and put one leg over the coffin, then the other.

He landed on the ground outside the coffin and made no sound when he landed. His body looked very light, as if he weighed nothing 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.

With a swish, he climbed to the wall opposite Allen, very fast.

He turned around, as if his body was glued to the wall.

He blinked, then narrowed his eyes at Alan.

"It's you!" he said, glaring at Allen with his strange silver eyes.

"Who are you?" Alan pointed his wand at him and asked calmly.

"Me?" He showed a ferocious smile, "I am the Duke of Dark Night."

Daisy finally saw his face clearly and screamed in fear.

He glanced at Daisy and licked her pale lips: "I'm so thirsty..."

"Are you a vampire?" Allen asked.

"Yes, vampire, Duke of the Night." He nodded, then he opened his eyes wide and looked at Daisy and then at Allen, "Two little wizards, one of them is exactly what I need most, full of magic power. That kind of..."

As if he was sure of something, he nodded and murmured.

"Yes, I need your blood. I'm so thirsty, so thirsty..." he hissed.

"So thirsty..." He licked his parched lips and stared at Allen with his silver eyes.

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

Allen decided to take advantage of the situation.

He quietly signaled to Daisy from behind, telling her not to act rashly.

Then he looked confused.

The Duke of Dark Night opened his arms and rushed straight towards Allen from the wall.

He narrowed his strange and scary eyes and stared at Allen's throat.