The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 131 Countess Lee Custer

The hotel manager in a neat suit led the two people into the hotel at the campsite.

The hotel is brightly lit, and the smooth tile decoration reflects the light of the gorgeous chandeliers on the ceiling. The candlelights placed everywhere complement each other, highlighting some hazy beauty.

Loren and Hermione entered, and the brilliant light shone into their eyes, making them blinding.

It seemed very strange to have so many candles in a modern hotel. The main light in the center of the ceiling is still an electric light, shining normally, and it doesn't look like there's a power shortage here.

Loren squinted his eyes slightly for a moment to adjust, then asked, "Why are there so many candles?"

"The hotel has prepared a candlelight dance tonight. If you are interested, you are welcome to attend." The hotel manager replied.

Hermione looked around and saw no one else, so she asked doubtfully: "Where are the guests at the ball?"

The hotel manager paused and then replied: "Some of the guests are outside and some are in the room. The dance has not officially started yet, so it is relatively deserted."

Loren and the two were taken to a room on the side of the lobby, where hot food prepared for the dance was placed on the table.

On the plate on the snow-white tablecloth, various cheeses, biscuits, fried chicken nuggets, and cocktail meatballs were arranged in a hill-like shape.

There are also empty wine glasses piled up in a hill according to the Fibonacci sequence. It seems that only when the banquet starts, the wine will be poured from the top glass, and the overflowing wine will go into the next row of wine glasses.

"Wait a mininute."

The hotel manager in a suit smiled very politely and said, "I'm going to find you a box to put food in so that you can carry it easily. If the guests are hungry, you can take whatever you want. Our hotel provides all the food for free."

After speaking, he bowed slightly and exited the room.

Hermione was a little uneasy, and she whispered: "Loren, I feel that this hotel is very strange, and this person's way of speaking is also abnormal, like, like..."

Loren added: "Like a puppet without emotion."

The bright lights, the empty hotel, and how quiet it was, unnaturally quiet.

Loren also felt vaguely uneasy, and turned around with his crystal blue eyes, but did not detect any magic fluctuations.

From the moment I entered the hotel, that strange feeling lingered in my heart. Although he didn't know the source of this feeling, he didn't want to take risks and said to Hermione: "No wait, let's go directly."

Just as the two were about to leave, the hotel manager from earlier came in with another woman wearing a women's suit.

The male hotel manager in a suit always maintained a polite and graceful attitude. He introduced: "This is the manager in charge here, Countess Lee Custer. There are no boxes for take-out food in the kitchen. She is here Apologize to you."

"Countess? It sounds like a title from many years ago." Hermione asked, but quickly realized that it was rude and stopped.

Countess Lee Custer's face was illuminated as white as snow under such light. She looked a little older, with clear neck lines on her neck and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her back was still straight and she looked very energetic.

With a sincere smile on her face: "I'm sorry, this is our negligence. In order to compensate for the loss of customers, I sincerely invite you to attend the dance party tonight, and all your subsequent purchases in this hotel will be free of charge. We The hotel will take this issue seriously and apologize for bringing you a bad experience during your trip."

His voice was hoarse, as if he had a cold.

Both of these people gave Loren a very bad feeling, just like a hotel where no one could be seen but the lights were bright, which was unsettling.

Loren shook his head and refused, "We don't plan to attend the dance, so we will go back first."

He pulled Hermione and was about to walk out of the room.

The female hotel manager stretched out her hand to stop them. She knelt down with one leg bent and her head was level with Loren and Hermione's. Her eyes held the reflection of the two of them. She said in a voice without waves or emotions: "The dance has begun. , Aren’t you going to take a look?”

Her eyes widened slightly, and her pupils shrank into a black dot. The black on her eyes gradually infected the whites of her eyes until the entire eyeball turned black.

Loren and Hermione stared at these eyes, their eyes gradually became blurred, and they repeated mechanically: "The dance has started, look."

The door to the room suddenly opened, and the hall outside the door was already crowded with people. They were wearing exquisite dresses and skirts, swaying to the soothing music under the light.

Lights and figures crowded their minds, and their thinking became sluggish, as if they had been drunk. All they could remember in their minds was watching the dance party.

Loren kept walking forward, and he vaguely realized that he had forgotten something. There was always a voice repeating something in his heart, but it was difficult to hear clearly.

The hotel lobby transformed into a castle hall, with huge candelabra hanging from the dome emitting a soft glow that illuminated the entire ball scene. The walls were hung with ornate tapestries painted with brightly colored patterns.

The snow-white hotel walls turned into gray castle stone walls, and the candlesticks hanging diagonally on the walls were gently swaying with candlelight.

On the central dance floor, a gorgeously dressed musician played soft music, and the melodious melody echoed throughout the room. The ladies' dresses are smooth and graceful, with delicate silk embellished with lace and pearl ornaments, loose cuffs, loose overall tailoring, rich details, gorgeous decorations, and colorful streamers fluttering with the music.

Loren and Hermione wore cloches, floor-length skirts, and puffy skirts, but no one at the ball noticed them. For Loren and Hermione, the ball is just a textured image, and those in the image cannot detect the audience.

Loren was half asleep and half awake. She only remembered looking at the ball and looking at the ball, but her subconscious pointed in the opposite direction.

A strong panic filled his heart, as if something terrible was coming, but he couldn't think of anything. The two of them walked mechanically to the corner of the room, taking in the entire ball scene.

Bang bang bang!

A rapid and strong sound of slapping the door sounded, interrupting the musician's performance, and the entire ballroom fell into an eerie silence.

Bang bang bang!

There was another knock on the door, the sound echoing in the ballroom and above the people.

The crowd made a way, leading from the door to the center of the dance floor, where stood Countess Lee Custer and a housekeeper.

They couldn't see the two people in the corner either.

At this time, Countess Lee Custer had the face of her youth, with delicate and fair skin, and plump cheeks. The girl walked to the door neatly, and the housekeeper reached out to open the door.

A man wearing a gorgeous coat was revealed outside the door. He was tall and slender, elegant and confident, with a delicate and chiseled face, eyebrows like black feathers, and deep eyes.

He was raising his hand to knock on the door again.

The girl showed a gentle smile: "Gentleman, please knock on my door and interrupt my 18th birthday party. What's the matter?"

The man showed a surprised look at first, then laughed: "Beautiful lady, happy birthday, I knocked on the door to show you the scenery of the 18-year-old world. If possible, you can give me, a person who is passing by while hunting, a glass of water to drink. "

The crowd at the ball burst into laughter.

Countess Lee Custer also covered her mouth and smiled, and after a while she stopped to invite this man to her birthday party.

The man was handsome and elegant, and the woman was beautiful. The two danced one song after another under the envious eyes of everyone, with their skirts flying and spinning in circles, and the pearl ornaments on them shining.

Loren and Hermione were sitting in the corner holding hands. No one could see them, no one could touch them. They were witnessing the ball, but not in this time and space.

After the dance, the girl persuaded the man to stay in the castle.

During the day they went out to hunt on horseback, chase the wind and sunshine, and play in the fields. At night they dance by candlelight.

After four days like this, the two fell in love completely and couldn't extricate themselves. But the man said that he could not stay, he must leave. The woman cried all night and still couldn't keep her.

Five days later in the morning, the man and woman said goodbye at the door.

Loren and Hermione were still sitting in the corner, watching this scene mechanically.

The man looked at the girl's red and swollen eyes and felt unbearable heartache. He stretched out his hand to touch the girl's cheek, which was no longer as plump as when he first met: "Maybe one day I will come to you. I hope you will still be beautiful then."

Tears fell from the corners of the girl's eyes. After the two kissed passionately, the man left without looking back.

The gates closed and the castle was once again plunged into darkness.

The man is gone, and the girl suffers from the pain of missing him. The housekeeper who she grew up with couldn't bear to see the girl suffer, so she took her on a trip. They didn't know how long they had been there, but it was obviously still fruitless. They couldn't find any news about the man.

Countess Lee Custer gradually became depressed in her longing for her. Her young body gradually became thinner and older in the depression, and her complexion gradually turned pale.

The housekeeper sought medical advice everywhere, but nothing worked.

On a stormy night, the sound of thunder kept ringing outside the window, deafening, and the heavy rain beat on the castle. The countess tossed and turned all night long.

She was so thin that only her bones were left, and her wrinkled skin clung to her skull. Everyone could see that she was about to die.

The housekeeper lit a candle in a room on the second floor. The candlelight cast her figure on the glass window, slender and sneaky.

She summoned the youngest maid in the castle and asked her to wipe the candlestick. She hid behind the maid and killed her with a dagger.

The moment blood splashed out, the crystal blue light in Loren's eyes enveloped the entire eyeball, and all the scenes in front of him quickly shrank, shrunk, and shrank into a point.

He finally saw clearly, and in front of him was a small and exquisite mirror shining with blood-red magic light. There is an oval mirror on the top and a handle on the bottom with a ruby ​​inlaid on the tip.

The dance party, the girl, and the scene of murder on a rainy night that I just saw were all mirror images presented by this mirror.

There was no harm done to the two of them, so there should be no malice.

But Loren was not happy about being quietly brought into the illusion. He pointed his wand directly at the mirror and said, "[God's Blade Shadowless]"

The invisible sharp blade slashed across the mirror, failing to cut it open, but countless cracks extended from a point in the center of the mirror, and the mirror was almost broken.

Loren was about to break the illusion a few more times, but the mirror image enveloped him again. When he opened his eyes again, he sat back in the corner of the castle.

He squeezed the wand tightly and murmured: "To deal with this kind of thing, you should use strong fire to burn it."

The story in the castle continues. The housekeeper put the blood of the maid into a goblet, gave it to the countess to drink, and wiped the countess' body with the blood. The storm covered all traces.

In this way, Countess Lee Custer's illness was cured, and she became young, beautiful and radiant again. But she was also obsessed with the taste of blood. Every month after that, the housekeeper would kill a young girl for her, drink her blood, and bathe in it.

The castle became bright again, the lights were brilliant, and balls even grander than before were staged repeatedly. Countess Lee Custer hoped to recreate the scene of the ball that night and find the handsome gentleman again.

Bang bang bang!

The moment the knock on the castle door rang again, the sound of the mirror shattering was heard, and all the scenes in front of him shattered into countless lenses and disappeared.

Loren and Hermione reappeared in the forest, their feet stepping on a small ridge of dirt covered with fallen leaves.

"Is it over?" Loren looked at the scene around him. This time it was really an ordinary forest.

Hermione looked confused: "Weren't we collecting firewood just now? Why did we seem to stop here?"

This was a bit strange. Loren looked into Hermione's eyes and asked, "Don't you remember what happened just now?"

"What happened just now? What happened?" Hermione asked.

Loren froze on the spot.

Does Hermione have no memory of just now, or is the Hermione just now part of the illusion?

He was more inclined to think that he was the only one who entered the illusion just now, and for Hermione, she was just lost here for a moment.

Hermione saw something was wrong with Loren's expression. She thought about it and couldn't find the reason, then asked, "Did something just happen?"

Loren didn't plan to tell Hermione about the fantasy just now, so as not to worry her.

He smiled and said, "Didn't I just say that I collected enough firewood? Why can't I stop?"

"I clearly said to be more prepared, but that's not enough!" Hermione slapped his hand away, thinking that the man was trying to be lazy, and ignored him and continued to collect firewood.

Loren followed Hermione, and his mind began to sort out what he had just experienced.

From the moment they passed this small ridge, they, or only him, stepped into the illusion.

But the illusion does not directly turn into the castle, but through the reflection of the hotel. The image of the hotel manager in a suit leads him into the room inside, and then enters the castle through the room. Finally, he watches the mirror image completely in the corner of the castle.

First of all, this style of mirroring one ring after another is the same as when he interpreted the "Book of Abraham" on the bright night of Mars. They are all deeply connected with the mirror.

Is there any connection between the two? Is this a systematic magic or alchemy? Loren plans to go back and look up information on this mirror illusion.

Next is the content. The mirror image conveys the story of a Countess named Lee Custer who used blood to maintain her youth. She and her housekeeper must be wizards. This behavior may be the black magic of a pure-blood family, or it may be vampire.