Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

It's not that Allen hasn't been to Aunt Josephine's house, but he is the first to enter through the main entrance.

The car drove into the manor surrounded by high walls.

Allen looked at it and thought it was impressive, but the whole house seemed to be shrouded in darkness, hiding in the shadow of the towering peaks behind it.

Emily just got out of the warm compartment, and a chilly wind made her fight a cold war.

Although the weather was indeed cold, Allen felt that the more he walked into the house, the more chilling he felt.

Emily approached Alan involuntarily. She was a little scared. She pulled Alan's sleeve and motioned to Alan looking at the second floor of the manor.

Allen looked up, where there were two large bay windows side by side, like two black holes staring at them.

"You want to live in those two rooms?" Aunt Josephine apparently misunderstood Alan's meaning. "The kids really need more space for activities and better views. Of course you can live there."

Passing through the living room with a huge fireplace, they walked along a branch corridor to an upward staircase.

This time it didn't take long because Aunt Josephine's rooms for them were on the second floor.

"Look at these rooms, do you like them?" Aunt Josephine took Alan and they looked in every room on the second floor.

Emily began to feel excited. This house is really good, so many rooms, so many closets. She couldn't imagine how many rooms there were.

In the room assigned to Emily, there were many toys that little girls liked. She happily stroked a white, fluffy kitten figurine.

Albert volunteered to take care of his sister.

Aunt Josephine took Alan to move on.

They hurried forward along the narrow aisle.

Allen noticed that all the portraits of men and women hung on the wall on the second floor.

They wore strange costumes made of satin and velvet, which were very gorgeous.

The people on the screen stared at Alan silently, unusually quiet.

The house Allen had was very large, with a bathroom and an old-fashioned window seat. He can sit in the window overlooking the manor below.

"Okay, I think you must take some time to organize your luggage. I will prepare the food first, and you can come down after you have packed it up."

Aunt Josephine glanced at her watch and walked towards the front door of the room.

The room was so big. Which bay window with a window seat did Allen like? He stepped forward and looked out the window.

Through the numerous snowflakes, he saw the little Honda parked in the driveway.

Over the fence, he saw some high and low farmhouses scattered on the wilderness.

After packing up the salute, Alan walked towards the door.

Just then, he saw the girl who impressed him.

The girl who once stood on the door of the room where he lived.

The girl in a red dress woven with gold and silver floats.

There was a dark green toad squatting on her hand, and she stood staring blankly at the door, her eyes sharp, but within a second, she turned and disappeared into the aisle.

"Hello!" Allen shouted and ran towards the aisle, then stopped outside his bedroom door.

He looked at both sides, "Who is she?"

But there was no one in the long aisle, and all the doors of the house were tightly closed.

"Albert?" Allen called Albert's name out loud, but no one answered him.

Allen finally glanced at the dark hallway and hurried downstairs.

"Aunt Josephine," Allen recovered his heartbeat. "Is this house haunted?"

Aunt Josephine gave Alan a casual look and laughed softly, seeming to find the question funny.

"I'm sorry, no noise," she said, and then she looked at Allen with blue eyes that were slightly wrinkled around her. "Although this manor is very old and huge, it is not haunted."

"I ... I seem to see a little girl in a red skirt." Allen said, while staring closely at Aunt Josephine's face, he believed his eyes.

"You may have seen a portrait of Miss Clark. She is the only one who can walk freely around the manor."

Aunt Josephine said, and then directed a row of hot dogs to jump into the frying pan.

Allen was sure that her eyes were read correctly, that she appeared at the door instead of the portrait.

He was trying to keep asking, for example, who was Miss Clark; why only the picture of the whole manor was free for her to move around; why the characters in those pictures didn't speak or move ...

But with the knock on the door, Aunt Josephine stopped talking to Allen.

Allen didn't miss the relaxed look that flashed across her face.

Mr. Harris and Lenn came in, and they carried a few suitcases in their hands.

"Ah, the snow is getting bigger and bigger! I hope your mother and Daisy can come over earlier." After putting the luggage in place, Mr. Harris took off his thick coat and walked down in a normal shirt.

He said ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and tucked his shirt into his pants.

Allen was surprised to find that in a short time, Mr. Harris was a bit overweight. His shirt seemed to be too old to stop, and he would always spread out.

Mr. Harris gave up the attempt to tuck the shirt into his pants, rolled up his sleeves, and sat next to Allen.

"Hah, they are two real images." Aunt Josephine nodded in the direction of Ren and Allen and said to Mr. Harris.

Allen couldn't tell if this was a word of praise.

He and Len are tall and thin, both with blond hair and light blue eyes like Mr. Harris.

Nevertheless, Alan still disagreed with Aunt Josephine. Where is he "a serious man" like Renn.

Emily is a child after all. After playing in the living room for a while, she makes trouble to go out and make a snowman.

Allen accompanied her to the yard.

In the heavy snow, Alan used Mr. Harris's wand to pile up a variety of small animals, making Emily very happy.

Allen was also infected, leaving behind what had happened before.

Mrs. Harris and Daisy finally arrived before dark.

After receiving a big hug from Mrs. Harris, Allen thoughtfully took the gift she brought-all her homemade snacks.

Emily jumped up and down to lead the way, and Mrs. Harris and Daisy followed.

But Allen stopped, something attracted his attention.

He looked up at the two identical bay windows above the porch.

He put his hand on his forehead and squinted through the snow.

That's right, he saw it.

A face in the window on the left.

That girl.

Still the girl, upstairs, looking down at Allen below.