"The Shrieking Shack!"
Isabella looked excited. She loved adventure and solving puzzles; the feeling of working her mind enthralled her.
"That's right. Congratulations, you got it—but there's no prize." Vaughn teased as he pushed open the trapdoor and led her up.
The first thing they saw upon emerging from the trapdoor was indeed a shack that had apparently been abandoned for who knew how long. Yet aside from its mottled walls and broken doors and windows, it did not look especially decrepit or desolate.
The wooden floor had been cleaned spotless, as though it had been thoroughly scrubbed with cleaning charms. Faint traces of water still remained between the floorboards.
The broken doors and windows had also been cleared away and stacked neatly in the corridor.
Most importantly, Isabella saw electric lights—
Dim yellow bulbs ran along the stained walls, stretching from the basement where the trapdoor was located to the corridor, then continuing up the winding staircase.
The bulbs flickered on and off, as though the current was rather unstable.
The unsteady lights extended all the way upstairs, where the voices had come from earlier.
The two voices were still arguing and complaining.
"I told you long ago that relying solely on materials to shield an electric field from magical field interference is simply unrealistic. Nothing in the world can shield magic, Fred!"
"Your conclusion is too arbitrary, George. How can you be certain it doesn't exist if you haven't tried?"
Isabella had met the Weasley Family before. She had not been able to hear clearly in the underground passage and hadn't been sure, but now she recognized them. The people upstairs were the Weasley twins.
She found it strange that Vaughn had brought her here to meet them.
And what magical fields and electric fields? She did not