"Alan, pat the snow off your body before coming in, lest the snow melt and stain your coat. Mrs. Harris exclaimed.

Alan slapped the snowflakes on her body in the hallway, but the figure of the girl in red stayed in her mind and lingered.

Mr. Harris: They were all seated in the dining room.

Probably talking about something happy, Mr. Harris burst into a hearty laugh.

Alan felt that this was not a good time to talk about what he had just seen, and that they would not believe it.

Alan put his coat aside and walked into the dining room.

The walls of the dining room are green, and the ceiling is hung with huge chandeliers, and hundreds of candles illuminate the interior.

Flames flickered in the high fireplace, and torches burned on all four walls.

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

The wine in the metal goblet has an alluring rosy sheen in the candlelight. On the silver plates, sumptuous and delicious food was piled high.

If you put on a gown and a minaret hat, it's a typical medieval sorcerer's meal.

Alan noticed that Mr. Harris's eyes were shining in the bright candlelight. Apparently, he was happy to spend this Christmas with Aunt Josephine.

While Alan was also seated, Aunt Josephine knocked on the tall metal wine glass in front of her and smiled heartily.

"This is the liveliest Christmas I've had in years. Owen, thank you. She gulped down a gulp of the wine, a hint of red liquid sliding through the corners of her mouth.

"It is indeed very lonely for you to stay alone in such a large manor. Mrs. Harris sighed.

Aunt Josephine blinked, "No, don't look at this manor is a little decadent, but it's been around for years, and it's not interesting to live here and imagine what it used to be prosperous." ”

Alan watched Aunt Josephine drink the bright red wine, and felt that her words meant something else.

The guests and hosts of this feast were happy, only Allen, who was still thinking about the girl in red.

After they had eaten and drunk, they shuffled and walked on the hard ground, and a long torch shrouded Alan and them in a flickering light.

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

The wizards and witches in strange costumes all had stiff faces, cold expressions, and no smiles.

The dark corridors, the eerie portraits, the dizzying twists and turns, the flickering firelight, and—the sound of Allen's pounding heartbeat.

Daisy was also scared, "Oh, it looks horrible in here! It's good that Emily is asleep." ”

Alan and Daisy set their eyes on Emily at the same time.

The little girl's face was flushed, and she had already fallen asleep in Albert's arms, playing lightly.

"I'll send her back to her room first. Albert whispered.

Lunn nodded to the two of them and returned to his room.

"It's still early, maybe you can come to my room and sit down. Daisy said.

Alan nodded thoughtfully, he knew in his heart that in such an eerie and unfamiliar environment, Daisy would inevitably be a little uneasy.

"You're going to love your room, the whole house is amazing, really. Alan said to Daisy.

"The house is eerie and it's hard not to be intimidated. Daisy muttered under her breath. "There is nothing good about it except that it is a lot of space. ”

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

Looking away from the portraits, Alan looked at the pillars of the house and said thoughtfully.

The manor they were in at the moment was a building with a pillared verandah on all sides of the original hall, and the structure was a cross arch.

The large and small pillars are staggered and coordinated.

"How do you know?" Daisy was a little impatient, urging Alan to leave.

"You see, these columns, which strictly adhere to the code of columns, are typical of Palladian architecture. ”

Allen identified his idea, which was typical of the architectural style of the late Renaissance.

"Oh, whatever it is, I want to get out of here. Daisy tightened her coat, and she felt the hallway feel cold.

Alan shrugged, involuntarily feeling some respect for the estate. In a previous life, if you wanted to explore a building with such a long history, you had to charge an entrance fee.

They entered Daisy's room, the one next to Allen, with the bay window.

The layout of the room was almost identical to Alan's, except for a large bookshelf with magic books stacked neatly.

"Ha, Daisy, this room of yours is even better than mine! Alan exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

"You can look through it here. Daisy opened the closet door absentmindedly.

Alan walked over to the bookcase, and the carved pattern on it allowed him to reaffirm the history of the house, definitely in the style of the 17th century.

"It's funny how we live in a house that's at least three hundred years old. Alan Cha picked up the bookshelves.

"Huh?" Alan found a black-covered notebook in a corner of the bookshelf, which reminded him of Voldemort's notepad.

He flipped it open, and in the dim candlelight, some familiar words twisted and jumped on it.

Runivan?

Alan came interested.

Could it be that this is a little wizard's study notes?

He sat down in a wooden chair beside him and flipped through it.

Although this book is recorded in Runi script, the spells it records are very common and not unusual.

Alan turned his gaze to the rune on the title page.

Quite simply, it translates to just those seven letters – Tremere.

Alan was horrified, and he thought of what the seven letters meant.

Professor Binns, who taught the history of magic, had introduced it in his flat voice.

Tremere – The Simorr Clan, one of the Thirteen Clans of Vampires.

The original members of the Tremere were a group of human mages who longed for eternal life, and who, with the help of some force, had the ability to suck blood through alchemy, magic, and the blood of an Elder Tzimisce.

What does the name on this book represent?

Is it a little wizard who worships Simmore, or is he a vampire?

Could this house shrouded in the shadow of a high mountain be a vampire manor?

And Aunt Josephine?

Alan thought of Aunt Josephine's hat that would never be taken off, and her unusually rosy complexion.