Chapter 254： Midnight whisper (modified)

Chapter 252 midnight whisper (modified)

While Alan was still working on a notebook, Daisy started to catch up with her. Seeing her brother didn't mean to chat, she wanted to take a break.

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

Well, this is the case with girls. After a while, it rains for a while, even if it is his own sister, Alan is unpredictable.

Allen grabbed the notebook and walked out. The door slammed shut. He shook his head helplessly, smiled, and turned away.

Suddenly, Allen's smile froze, and his expression became severe-when he turned around, he just saw the door of his bedroom quietly open.

He could hear someone walking in the house.

He could hear someone whispering.

Allen drew his wand and walked forward.

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

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

"Who's there?"

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

Alan loosened the door handle and blocked his door with his body: "Who is there?"

The room is empty.

After a few seconds, nothing changed in the room.

Allen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Whatever it is, it will definitely appear again.

Allen lit the candlestick and sat on the head of the bed, looking at the notebook named Simore again, but found nothing.

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

He thought he would not sleep, but unconsciously, he fell asleep.

Allen didn't know how long he slept, at most an hour or two. He slept lightly and was uncomfortable.

Then, he felt that his neck was held by a pair of cold hands, and he felt quite heavy on his body.

Allen had a hairy heart and tried his best to get rid of the shackles and sit up.

Empty.

There is nothing in the room.

Although it was hot in the room, Allen was cold.

He looked towards the foot of the bed and found that he had kicked off the sheets and thin blankets.

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

He heard a whisper.

Someone was talking in the room-he heard more undertones-which made Alan unable to stretch his hand towards the bed and clutched his wand in his hand.

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

It is a curtain.

The long tulle curtain in this big house fluttered in front of the window.

A soft gleam shone into the room from outside, and the curtain cast a swaying shadow at the foot of his bed.

"It's the sound of this thing?" Allen glanced across 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, his whole body trembling with cold-just as Allen approached, the curtain stopped floating and fell back to its place.

Alan lifted the curtains and reached out to close the window.

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

However, how could the window **** keep floating like that?

Allen stood in the window for a while, looking out at the dim night outside. The wind is not strong, and the sealing performance of the window is very good.

Just then, a face appeared on the window-a small, pale face, but the figure disappeared as soon as it passed.

It's that red girl! She is a ghost!

Allen turned quickly, but there was nothing.

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

"Why, why do you want to enter my territory? I am free here ..." The young and cold girl sounded in Allen's ear.

Allen was using his wand to emit a ray of positive energy. This ancient spell was the nemesis he learned to deal with the undead in the tower, but because the ghost can hardly really hurt anyone, Allen carefully controlled The power of his curse is just to teach the other party this mischievous behavior, he also needs to ask the other party some questions.

But as the sun shines, with a scream, the girl in red covers her smoky arm and quickly drifts out of the door.

Allen narrowed his eyes and ran out, but there was no one outside the door, and the little girl disappeared without a trace-the power of this curse had never been used on undead creatures before, and he did not expect to produce them The power is so great.

Returning to his room, Allen dressed himself, whether it would appear again or not, and now he went to see other relatives in the room to make sure they were fine.

A loud knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

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

But there was no response from outside, but the knocking on the door continued, getting heavier, and finally deafening.

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

Daisy circulated her hair at this time, not caring about Allen's angry expression, pushing away Allen, and went straight to the room.

Daisy turned around in the room as if searching for something.

"Can she meet the little girl too?" Alan quickly went to see Daisy's look. He was a little uncertain about his sister's intentions. "Daisy, what are you doing? Just asked why you didn't reply? You just Did you encounter anything? "

"What are you looking at?" Daisy said angrily, "It's so weird, I didn't find a mirror! I just went to Emily's and mom's room and found none!"

"No mirror!" Allen carefully recalled these two experiences in the manor. What he experienced, indeed, did not see any mirror. "Sinmore-no mirror in the manor-Aunt Josephine. hat of……"

The suspicion in Allen's mind grew stronger and stronger, and this ancient manor was like a mystery: "Is Aunt really a vampire?"

He once read in a book in the Ravenclaw common room that vampires would cringe because of mirrors or powerful sacred emblems. These things will not hurt the vampires, they just do n’t want to get close.

But fortunately, the ghost seems to have just come to find herself, and Daisy has just confirmed the safety of her mother and sister. Now she has no day to tell her family about her suspicions. If you really want to fight vampires, time is best. During the day ... but my aunt, even a vampire, seems to have never been malicious.

"Tomorrow I want to tell my father ..." Alan glanced at her sister who was still lying on the floor, pouting her ass, trying to find a mirror under her bed. "Let's learn Gryffindor's death first." Check your style first, anyway, I will be the best spell for the undead ... otherwise my father will be sad ... "

Do not hesitate to dismiss the lingering Daisy, and Allen lay on the bed with her wand. No matter what, it is very important to ensure that you are energetic.

Early the next morning ~ www.novelhall.com ~ After washing and wearing neatly, he turned out a lot of candy from the salute, packed it in a bag, and mentioned the downstairs.

Daisy seems to be sleeping upstairs. Only Mrs. Harris and Aunt Josephine are busy in the kitchen waving their wands.

"Good morning, mother; good morning, Aunt Josephine." Allen greeted the two elders politely, suppressing the ups and downs in her heart.

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

"I'm used to getting up early, but I just couldn't find the mirror when I was ready to comb my hair." Allen blinked, looking rather innocent. "Aunt Josephine, do you know which toilet is there?"

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

Allen didn't find any abnormality in her expression-either she was really open or her acting was too high.

(End of this chapter)