In the early morning of winter after the snow, the sky is blue and deep. Pushing open the window, the cold air paved the way, just as the so-called heavy snow has no trace, the outside is white, there is no trace of anyone walking, this does not mean that it is very safe, and the heavy snow may also bury the evil deeds.

Mrs. Harris prepared breakfast as usual, and the aroma of milk cereal did not whet the appetite. When Mr. Harris announced his arrangements for the crowd at the dinner table, Mrs. Harris could no longer be calm, "No, Owen, my magic is also strong, and I can face everything with you at home. ”

"Dad, I think a doctor can make a big difference when it comes to fighting. Daisy didn't want to sit idly by, hiding in a safe place and letting her blood relatives face unpredictable dangers, she couldn't do it.

A quarrel or love debate is about to begin, and Ellen takes a bowl of milk cereal, a plate of sandwiches, and calls Emily to go upstairs to Emily's room. He believes that children should not be allowed to face the arguments of their parents directly, as that would cause damage to their young minds.

"Alan, why are Mom and Dad arguing?" Emily was a little sad.

"Emily, because of something that has to be done, we all have to be apart for a while, although Mom and Dad are arguing, you have to believe that it's all because of love. Alan patiently reasoned with his sister.

"Shall we separate?" Emily was scared.

"I'll be with you. Alan continued to reassure Emily. Hearing that it had calmed down downstairs, Alan pulled his freshly packed luggage and Emily to the living room. They will go to Aunt Josephine's house through Floo Network.

When Mr. Harris gave up a pair of children to Josephine, he was reluctant. "We're going to go as planned, and hopefully everything goes well. Alan, take care of your sister. Mr. Harris embraced his children and turned away.

Aunt Josephine was a sturdy witch with red cheeks and piercing blue eyes. She wore a dark purple dress with a black silk cloak trimmed with jet-black tassels, and a black man's hat with purple velvet flowers that fluttered as she turned her head.

"Oh my God, what a lovely child. Aunt Josephine picked up Emily, who looked at her brother helplessly, and when she saw Alan's encouraging smile, she leaned shyly on Josephine's shoulder.

"Have you had breakfast?" and after receiving an affirmative reply from the two children, Aunt Josephine took them to settle their luggage.

It was probably an old, decaying manor, and Aunt Josephine led them out of the living room with a huge fireplace and into the hallway. It was a long hallway, with several other aisles, and they followed one to an upward staircase. These stairs are one after the other. On either side of the hallway were doors, most of which were locked. On the walls of the corridor are many paintings, some of which are eerie landscapes, but more of which are portraits of men and women, all dressed in fancy costumes of silk and velvet. Alan walked slowly, staring at the faces on the painting, and those faces were staring at him. Alan finally noticed the anomaly, and unlike the Hogwarts murals, these people could move freely, but they were all silent and unusually quiet. Emily couldn't help but lean closer to her brother, such a picture was indeed a shock to the young girl.

They stopped at the door where a portrait of a little girl was hung, dressed in a red dress with filigree embossing, and a dark green toad squatting in her hand, with an expressionless face, but a sharp and curious gaze.

"Miss Clark, these two children need to stay here for a few nights, and I hope you will allow it. Aunt Josephine saluted the girl in the painting.

The toad in the little girl's hand jumped and left the frame, and after a while, the girl also left the frame. "That's it. Aunt Josephine pushed it slightly, and the huge door moved slowly and heavily. When you open the door, you are greeted by a huge bedroom with embroidered ornaments on the walls, clear wooden furniture filling the room, and a large window inlaid with large patches of colored window panes, and the window looks out of the white wilderness covered with thick snowflakes. A large soft bed covered with a thick blanket sits in front of an old mural whose contents are indecipherable but strange at first glance.

"Don't worry, it's a little spooky to look like here, but it's a safe place. As if worried about the two children's fears, Aunt Josephine explained.

"Thank you, aunt, and rest assured that we can take care of ourselves. Alan bowed in thanks.

"Okay, then you can rest first, and I'll call you to lunch later. If you're bored, there's the library next door, and you can go and check it out, as I think there are quite a few children's books that Miss Clark has read. Aunt Josephine touched Emily's head again and turned away.

Alan unpacked his luggage and hung his clothes neatly in the oak closet as he pondered how to get out and find Albert. It would be nice if he was an adult, at least he could move freely and not be bound by age.

This opportunity was soon found by Allen. There was nothing for Emily to play in this room, and Alan took Emily to the library next door, which seemed to be unused and all the books were neatly arranged on the shelves. Probably Aunt Josephine used the "clean and new", and the room was clean and clean, without a trace of ash. Emily happily played in front of a small children's bookshelf, and she took out all the books inside, folded them high, and slapped them with joy. The books were stacked higher and higher, tilting slightly, and the trembling book building collapsed after Emily placed a thick fairy tale on it, smashing it at Emily. Alan hurriedly rushed over and hugged Emily away, but accidentally knocked down the children's bookshelf, and the bookshelf smashed into the tapestry behind it, and the tapestry actually dented into it. Alan picked up the bookshelf and lifted the tapestry, which turned out to be a narrow staircase tunnel. Alan was curious, but with Emily by his side, he couldn't ignore it and go on an adventure.

After a hearty lunch, Emily fell asleep in the soft, warm bed. Alan asks Aunt Josephine to take care of Emily, and under the pretext of concentrating on reading in the library, she explores the secret passages she has discovered earlier.