Chapter 254 Midnight Whispers (Modified)

While Allen was still studying the notebook, Daisy actually started to chase people away. Seeing that her brother had no intention of chatting, she wanted to rest.

"It's getting late, you should go back to rest." Daisy hugged a flowered pajamas, the meaning of chasing guests was very obvious.

Well, girls are like this, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, even his own sister, Alan can't figure it out.

Allen grabbed his notebook and walked out, the door slammed shut, he shook his head helplessly, smiled, and turned around.

Suddenly, Allen's smile faltered and his expression turned stern—he turned just in time to see his bedroom door open quietly.

He could hear people moving around in the house.

He could hear someone whispering.

Allen drew out his wand and walked forward.

Creaking, the door opened a little more, then began to close.

The door, like the door of a haunted house in a movie, creaked and opened and closed.

"Who's there?!"

Allen strode forward, grabbed the door handle, and pulled the door forcefully.

Allen let go of the door handle and blocked the door with his body: "Who's there?!"

The room is empty.

After a few seconds, there was no movement in the room.

Allen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Whatever it is, it's bound to show up again.

Allen lit the candlestick, sat on the head of the bed, and looked through the notebook named Simmore again, but found nothing.

He sank himself into the soft bed and closed his eyes.

He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Allen didn't know how long he slept, maybe an hour or two at most. Very light and uncomfortable sleep.

Then, he felt that his neck was held by a pair of cold hands, and his body felt quite heavy. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

Allen was hairy, and with all his strength, he broke free from the restraints and sat up.

It's empty.

There is nothing in the room.

Although the room was very hot, Allen felt cold all over.

He looked towards the foot of the bed to see that he had kicked off the sheets and the thin blanket.

Allen sighed, leaned over to grab them, but suddenly froze.

He heard whispers.

Someone was talking in the room - he heard more murmurs - and Alan couldn't help reaching for the head of the bed and clutching his wand in his hand.

After the eyes slowly adjusted to the light, the room became clear.

It's curtains.

The long tulle curtain in the big house fluttered incessantly at the window.

A soft twilight came in from outside, and the curtains cast a flickering shadow at the foot of his bed.

"Is it the sound of this thing?" Allen scanned the room again, but found nothing wrong. He yawned, stretched, and got up from the bed.

He quietly stepped on the floor to close the window, shivering from the cold—just as Allen approached, the curtain stopped fluttering and fell back to its original place.

Allen opened the curtains and reached out to close the window.

"Ah!" Allen exclaimed softly, and found that the window was closed.

But why are the curtains fluttering like that when the windows are closed?

Allen stood by the window for a while, looking at the dark night outside. It wasn't very windy and the windows were well sealed.

At this moment, a face appeared on the window—a small, pale human face, but the figure disappeared in a flash.

It's the girl in red! She is a ghost!

Allen turned around quickly, but there was nothing.

At this moment, a pair of cold hands touched his neck.

"Why, why did you enter my territory? I am free here..." The immature and cold girl rang in Alan's ears.

Allen is using his wand to emit a ray of positive energy. This ancient spell is the nemesis he learned in the tower to deal with the undead.

However, since ghosts can hardly really hurt anyone, Allen carefully controlled the strength of his spell just to teach the other party a lesson in this mischievous behavior, and he still needs to ask the other party some questions.

But the sun-like light burst out, and with a scream, the girl in red covered her smoking arm and quickly floated out the door.

Allen narrowed his eyes and chased after him, but there was no one outside the door, and the little girl disappeared without a trace—he had never used the power of this spell on undead creatures before, and he didn't expect to have the effect on them. The power is so huge.

Returning to his room, Alan made himself fully dressed, whether it would appear again or not, and now he went to see other relatives in the house to make sure they were all right.

A loud knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Allen pulled out his wand and slowly approached the door, "Who?"

But there was no response from outside, and the knocking on the door continued, getting louder and louder, until it was almost deafening.

Taking a deep breath, Allen had to raise his wand to be ready to attack at any time, and then slammed the door open—it was Daisy.

Daisy's hair was disheveled at this time, she didn't care about Alan's angry expression, pushed Alan away, and walked directly into the room.

Daisy walked around the room as if searching for something.

"Could it be that she also met that little girl?" Allen quickly looked at Daisy's expression, he was a little uncertain about his sister's intentions, "Daisy, what are you doing? Why didn't you answer when I asked you just now? Did you not encounter anything?"

"What are you looking at?" said Daisy angrily. "It's so strange that I haven't found a mirror! I've been to Emily and Mom's room, and I can't find any!"

"There is no mirror!" Allen carefully recalled the two experiences in the manor, and he did not see any mirrors wherever he passed, "Sinmore—there is no mirror in the manor—on Aunt Josephine hat of……"

The suspicion in Alan's heart became stronger and stronger, and this ancient manor was like a mystery: "Could it be that my aunt is really a vampire?"

He'd read in the books in the Ravenclaw common room that vampires would cower at mirrors or powerful holy symbols, and that those things didn't hurt vampires, they just didn't want to be near them.

Fortunately, the ghost seems to have only come to find her, and Daisy has just confirmed the safety of her mother and sister. During the day...but even if my aunt is a vampire, she doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions.

"Should I talk to my father and the others tomorrow..." Alan glanced at his sister who was still lying on the ground with her butt pouted, trying to find a mirror under her bed, and thought, "Let's learn how to die from Gryffindor first." Style, let's investigate first, anyway, I will be the most suitable spell for dealing with the undead... Otherwise, father will be sad..."

After making up his mind to drive away the resentful Daisy, Allen lay on the bed holding his wand. No matter what, it is very important to keep energetic.

Early the next morning, after washing and dressing, he dug out a large pile of candies from the salute, packed them in bags, and brought them downstairs.

Daisy seemed to be sleeping upstairs, and only Mrs. Harris and Aunt Josephine were busy in the kitchen waving their wands.

"Good morning, Mom; good morning, Aunt Josephine." Suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, Alan greeted the two elders politely.

"Good morning, Ellen, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Aunt Josephine asked in surprise.

"I'm used to getting up early, but I didn't find the mirror when I was about to comb my hair after washing." Allen blinked, looking quite innocent, "Aunt Josephine, do you know which bathroom has it?"

"Then you may be disappointed. I don't like looking in mirrors, so I'm afraid you won't find a mirror in the manor." Aunt Josephine responded to Allen generously.

Allen didn't notice anything unusual about her expression - either she was really frank, or her acting skills were too high.