All things are three at Hogwarts

"Now, it's time for us to leave." Clark turned around and walked in the opposite direction to the balcony.

Allen saw that as she passed through, a square door appeared indoors.

Allen hurriedly followed, groping through the invisible wall.

On the other side of the door, Alan found a staircase.

Walking down the stairs, Allen came to the hidden bushes in the manor yard.

He touched the place where he had come and found that this illusion was actually one-way, only going out but not entering.

After walking out of the bushes, Allen looked up into the sky. The sunlight shone directly into the balcony on the second floor, and it was completely invisible. It also passed through an invisible secret room.

Alan took the book he just got more seriously.

"Alan!" came a familiar voice, it was Mr. Harris.

Allen looked over and found Aunt Josephine standing next to Mr. Harris, looking at him with a complicated expression.

There seems to be relief and guilt...

"Alan, are you okay? Where is the Duke of the Night? How is he?" Aunt Josephine walked over quickly.

The velvet flowers on her hat trembled slightly in the cold wind as she hurriedly walked.

"The Duke of Dark Night is dead and will never appear again." Allen said.

The dazzling afternoon sun made it difficult for Alan to see Aunt Josephine's expression clearly, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Aunt Josephine, are you a vampire?" Allen was secretly on guard, revealing his aunt's identity in front of Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris's mouth fell open in astonishment, and his eyes were fixed on Aunt Josephine.

"Josephine?" he shouted. "Josephine, is what Alan said true?"

Aunt Josephine turned away and nodded gravely.

A deep sadness arose in her heart. This sadness was so heavy that she might lose this brother.

"Please forgive me for hiding it." Her eyes were filled with deathly gray, and her voice was trembling faintly.

"I was also controlled. When I got married, I had no idea what would happen to me."

Years of secrets were revealed for a moment, and Aunt Josephine couldn't control herself, sobbed sadly and was speechless.

"Oh, Josephine!" Mr. Harris rushed forward and threw his arms tightly around Aunt Josephine. He hugged her for a long time.

"I'm such an incompetent brother. I didn't notice anything unusual about you at all, all these years."

Mr. Harris' lips trembled violently, regret and remorse gnawing at his heart.

Aunt Josephine raised her head in surprise, big tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You are so stupid, why didn't you tell us? Will we dislike your identity?" Mr. Harris said sadly.

"I can't say that if Allen hadn't eliminated the Duke of Dark Night, I wouldn't be able to reveal anything. His one thought is enough to wipe me out."

Seeing Mr. Harris' words and deeds, Aunt Josephine seemed to have taken a sedative and gradually calmed down.

"That notebook, Clark's notebook, was you deliberately placed on the bookshelf in Daisy's room, right?"

Alan asked suddenly.

"Yes, I originally wanted Daisy or Albert to discover it, but I didn't expect that it would be you who was discovered in the end."

Aunt Josephine looked down at Allen and exclaimed: "Alan, you are far better than I knew!"

Mr. Harris was confused and had too many questions.

"It's not a good idea to talk in the cold wind. Dad, Aunt Josephine, why don't we go into the room and talk."

Although Allen knew that everyone's behavior was completely out of true feelings, he still felt that it was a bit silly for the three of them to stand in the cold wind and yell with excitement.

"Come with me, we can go to the study to talk." Aunt Josephine took the lead and walked indoors.

The three of them walked through the vast and majestic hall, walked directly to the stairs at the end facing the door, and then went up to the second floor.

Aunt Josephine took them straight to the western end of the corridor on the second floor, and a door with exquisite patterns appeared in front of them. Aunt Josephine's hand had just grasped the brass door handle when a large amount of blood suddenly flowed from the top of the door, instantly staining the three people in front of the door red.

Mr. Harris was shocked. Just when he wanted to take a closer look, the blood had disappeared without a trace.

"Clark, you are naughty again." Aunt Josephine looked at Clark who suddenly appeared calmly, with a hint of endearment in her helpless expression.

Allen stood aside, dumbfounded, how naughty!

Mr. Harris looked at the sudden appearance of the girl in red in shock. Did he see a ghost in the daytime?

"I saw it on the second floor. You were crying and laughing just now. I just wanted to change the atmosphere and ease your mood. Did I do something wrong?"

Clark was a little at a loss. In her memory, besides her parents, Josephine was the best person to her.

"No, you did well." Aunt Josephine smiled lovingly.

Although Clark is a little ghost, it does not prevent her from developing feelings for Clark over the long years.

Clark smiled shyly, turned around, and disappeared without a trace.

They were finally able to enter the study smoothly, and Allen calmly looked at the surrounding environment.

This is undoubtedly a comfortable study room. It not only has library-like bookshelves, but also has a tea table and chairs on the north side for people to read here.

And all kinds of books are piled together, some are placed diagonally on the bookcases, and some are simply piled on the ground.

The books here are mainly architecture-related books and some literary works. Although they are scattered, they are neatly packed.

Allen guessed that this might be where Aunt Josephine spent her time.

The floor was covered with faded but very clean carpets, and sofas were stacked against the walls.

"Josephine, Allen, what is going on?"

As soon as the three of them sat down on the sofa, Mr. Harris couldn't wait to ask.

Allen told Mr. Harris exactly what he discovered and experienced after entering the manor.

He was articulate and logical, and soon Mr. Harris understood what was going on.

"Anyway, Alan, you are so reckless! Why didn't you wait for us to come back?"

On the one hand, Mr. Harris was proud of the bravery and excellence of Alan and Daisy, but at the same time, he was also a little angry at these children for making their own decisions.

"Because I guessed that Aunt Josephine might be controlled by the Duke of Night. In order to prevent my family from beating my own family, I can't wait for you to come back before taking action." Allen blinked with an extremely innocent expression.

"Besides, when I was in Ravenclaw, I happened to master the magic to deal with these undead creatures. I am sure of it."

Allen's tone was calm and sounded extremely reliable.