Chapter 253 Another Diary (Modified)

"Ellen, beat the snow on your body before you come in, so as not to dirty your outside when the snow melts." Mother Morgan Le Fay yelled.

Allen was patting the snowflakes on his body in the hallway according to his words, but the figure of the girl in red remained in his mind and couldn't get rid of it.

Father Owen and the others have already sat down in the dining room.

Probably talking about something happy, Owen burst into hearty laughter.

Allen felt that this was not a good time to talk about what he had just seen. Firstly, it was a disappointment, and secondly, they would not believe it. He put his coat aside and walked into the restaurant.

The walls of the dining room are green, there are huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, hundreds of candles illuminate the room brightly, the flames are flickering in the tall fireplace, and there are torches burning on the four walls.

There was a long table under the chandelier, and everyone was already seated in high chairs, ready for dinner.

The wine in the metal goblet exudes an attractive rose-colored luster in the candlelight. Rich and delicious food piled high on silver platters.

If everyone wears dress robes and steeple hats, this is a typical picture of a medieval wizard's dinner.

Allen noticed that his father's eyes were shining brightly in the bright candlelight. Obviously, he was very happy to be able to spend this Christmas with Aunt Josephine.

When Ellen sat down, Aunt Josephine knocked on the tall metal wine glass in front of her and smiled happily.

"This is the busiest Christmas I've had in so many years. Thank you, Owen." She took a sip of the wine in the glass, and a trace of red liquid slipped from the corner of her mouth.

"It's really lonely for you to be alone in such a big manor." Morgan Le Fay sighed to her husband's sister.

Aunt Josephine blinked, "No, don't think this manor is a little run down, but it has been around for a long time. It's not interesting to live here and imagine the prosperity it used to be."

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

The guests and hosts enjoyed this feast, only Alan was still thinking about the girl in red.

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

In the candlelight, the huge oil paintings on the walls on both sides look particularly gloomy.

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

The dark corridors, the eerie portraits, the dizzying twists and turns, the flickering firelights, and—Alan's thumping heart.

Daisy was also frightened, "Oh, it looks really scary in here! Luckily, Sweetie Bear is asleep."

Allen and Daisy set their sights on Emily at the same time.

The little girl blushed, and had already fallen asleep in Albert's arms, snoring lightly.

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

Len nodded to the two and returned to his room.

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

Allen nodded thoughtfully. He knew in his heart that in such an eerie and strange environment, his sister Daisy would inevitably feel a little uneasy.

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

"This house is eerie, it's hard not to be frightened." Daisy muttered in a low voice. "Except for the large space, there is no other advantage."

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

Averting his eyes from the portraits, Allen looked at the pillars of the house, thinking.

The manor they are in at the moment is a building with a colonnade on all sides of an original hall, and the structure is a cross arch.

Large and small pillars are well arranged and proportioned.

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

"look,

Its colonnades strictly abide by the column code, which is a typical Palladian architecture. "

Allen defined his own idea, which is typical of late Renaissance architecture.

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

Allen shrugged, involuntarily having some respect for the manor. In the previous life, if you want to carefully explore a building with such a long history, you have to charge an entrance fee.

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

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

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

"You can browse here casually." Daisy opened the closet door carelessly.

Allen walked to the bookcase, and the carved patterns on it allowed him to confirm the history of the house again, and it was definitely in the style of the 17th century.

"It's really interesting, we actually live in a house that is at least three hundred years old." Allen checked the bookshelf.

"Huh?" Allen found a notebook with a black cover in a corner of the bookshelf, which reminded him of Voldemort's notebook.

He opened the book, and in the dim candlelight, some familiar words twisted and danced on the book.

Runes?

Allen became interested.

Could this be some little wizard's study notes?

He sat on the wooden chair beside him and started to read.

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

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

Very simple, the translation is only those seven letters - Tremere.

Allen was terrified, he thought of the meaning of these seven letters.

Professor Binns, who taught History of Magic, had introduced it in his flat voice.

Tremere—Simmor clan, one of the thirteen clans of vampires.

The original members of the Simmore clan were a group of human magicians who longed for eternal life. With the help of some unknown power, they obtained the ability to suck blood through alchemy, magic and the blood of an elder of the Mystic clan.

What does the name on this notebook represent?

A little wizard who worships Simmor, or a vampire?

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

So Aunt Josephine?

Ellen thought of Aunt Josephine's hat that would never be taken off, and her unnaturally rosy face.