"We need — a flicker of light," Allen whispered.
Daisy touched the cold, damp stone wall, and then she turned to Allen. "You mean we're going into the tunnel?" she asked.
Daisy felt that she had asked a silly question. Of course they were going into the tunnel. If you found a secret tunnel, what would you do?
You wouldn't stand at the entrance and ponder. You would go in and see.
"Where does this tunnel lead to?" Daisy frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe it leads to the house next door. Maybe it connects the two houses together."
"There are no houses on the other side," Allen reminded her. "It's an open space. I've seen it before."
"Oh, but it must lead somewhere," she replied. "A tunnel can't lead anywhere."
"That's very thoughtful," Allen replied casually, all his attention on the tunnel.
Daisy looked at Allen suspiciously, feeling that he was being sarcastic.
Allen shone his wand on the stone wall, which was covered with a layer of moss.
On the smooth stone floor, there were small puddles, and the water in them glistened under the fluorescent light of the wand.
"It's very wet," Allen murmured.
He took a step into the tunnel and shone his wand on the stone wall. Daisy followed.
The air suddenly became much colder. Daisy shivered, startled by the sudden change in temperature.
"Yes," Daisy agreed. "It's like a freezer in here."
Allen raised his wand and pointed it directly in front of them.
"I can't see the end of the tunnel," he said. "It could be many, many miles long!"
"Hey!" Daisy shouted. Her voice became many echoes. "Is — anyone — inside?" she asked loudly.
"Oh, Daisy, be serious." Allen wanted to put his hand on his forehead and sigh. Wasn't this alerting the enemy?
Allen lowered his wand and let it shine on the path under their feet.
They walked slowly, carefully avoiding the puddles. As they went deeper into the tunnel, the air became colder.
Their shoes made a soft grinding sound, which bounced off the stone wall and turned into a strange echo.
After walking for about a minute, Allen turned around and looked at the entrance of the tunnel. It was a narrow rectangle of yellow light, and it looked very far away.
The tunnel turned a corner, and the stone wall seemed to enclose them.
"That's weird," Allen muttered. "Where does it lead to?"
"Why would someone dig a tunnel in the wall?" Daisy asked.
She suddenly grabbed Allen's shoulder and stopped him from moving forward. "Do you want to turn back?"
"Of course not," Allen said decisively.
"I don't want to either," she said immediately. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to go back."
They turned a corner along the tunnel, and the glow of their wands flickered across the damp walls. A puddle spread across the road under their feet, and they jumped over it.
Then, the tunnel turned again. Daisy screamed and froze in place with Allen.
The girl in red, Miss Clark, appeared and stood there expressionlessly.
"Don't be afraid." Allen had the wand in his hand this time, so he was much more confident.
He had already fought with her once, and had already thought of a spell to deal with her. Naturally, he would not show any mercy.
"Undead Hold!" Allen waved his wand to the left.
Allen had seen this spell in Ravenclaw Tower, and it was suitable to deal with the girl in red.
Her expressionless face finally cracked. She could not move and was frozen in place.
"Who are you?" Daisy asked sternly, trying to calm her pounding heart.
"I'm Clark," the little girl said.
Daisy's eyes lit up. It was good that she could communicate!
"Why are you here? What do you want to do? "She continued to ask.
"I heard your voices. I … I want to chase you out of my territory." Clark muttered softly, as if she was only talking to herself.
"Why?" Daisy was puzzled.
"Because I enjoy the feeling of wandering around this manor!" Clark let out a fleeting laugh.
"Last question, how did you die?" Daisy asked curiously. From the surface, it was impossible to guess the cause of the little girl's death.
"I was killed. I don't know why I became like this, but that's not important. As long as you leave my territory, everything will be fine."
Clark did not care that Daisy was asking about her cause of death. She did not know how she became a ghost.
However, this did not stop her. She enjoyed the feeling of living freely in the manor. She would think of a way to scare away anyone who entered this manor.
"Why didn't you hurt us last time?" Allen asked curiously.
"Josephine emphasized that I cannot hurt you!" Clark was very cooperative and answered all the questions.
Sure enough, it was related to Aunt Josephine.
"Then why did you chase us away this time? No, you want to kill me this time! "Allen suddenly found the contradiction in her words.
Daisy looked at Allen strangely, but Allen did not care and stared at Clark without blinking.
"The Duke said to chase the others away, but you have to stay." Clark's face suddenly revealed a terrified expression.
"Duke? Who is it? "Daisy looked at Allen proudly and asked hurriedly.
"I cannot say." Clark was terrified, but due to the restriction of the Necromancy Spell, she could not move and looked like she was in extreme pain.
Daisy's eyes showed that she could not bear to see her like this.
Allen pushed Daisy away and pointed his magic staff at Clark.
Although Daisy could not bear to see her like this, she did not stop Allen's actions. She believed that her brother would not do anything rash.
"Mind Extraction!" Strands of silver thread shot out from the tip of Allen's wand and slowly surged towards Clark, coiling around his head.
"Is this Mind Retrieval?" Daisy was puzzled. Why was it different from what she knew?
"I once borrowed a book from the forbidden book section, 'The Secret of the Soul'. I learned this method from that book."
Seeing that Daisy was still puzzled, Allen simply explained, "It's actually also called 'Mind Extraction', but the usage is different. This is specifically used against ghosts. However, it is indeed very effective in retrieving the lost memories of ghosts. "
These silver threads had already wrapped tightly around Clark's head and gradually emitted a silver glow. Scenes were transmitted to Allen through the threads.
After a long time, Allen put down his wand. His expression was full of regret.
"How is it? Who is she? "Daisy urged Allen.
Women were always very curious.
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