Hogwarts: Legacy of the Necromancer

It turned out that everything Edith Cushing had discovered was already known to Lucille Sharpe. Lucille had simply allowed this caged bird to explore freely. Her ultimate goal was, of course, to poison Edith and seize the entire Cushing family fortune, all to fund her brother Thomas's research.

At the same time, her words served as a warning to her brother, Thomas Sharpe: this woman already knew too much. It was no longer a matter of simply deciding not to kill her. What she knew was enough to send both siblings straight to the guillotine.

Thomas Sharpe returned upstairs with the tea tray in hand, as if everything had returned to square one.

The couple sat together, hiding their innermost secrets. In the faint warmth of affection, they awkwardly sipped their tea with forced smiles. The scene, no matter how you looked at it, felt heartbreakingly tragic. They were, in fact, in love, but fate had turned them into strangers.

Such a seemingly simple moment was actually a true test of acting. Love, awkwardness, hidden truths, and hesitant expressions—everything came together during this tea-drinking scene.

It was precisely because her husband joined her for tea that the wife felt reassured enough to drink with him. Their mutual trust was built on such small gestures. Without this sliver of trust, their relationship would have completely shattered.

To the audience, it was clear that the relationship between the Sharpe siblings was far from ordinary. The subtle yet undeniable ambiguity between them was more than obvious. But to the character Edith Cushing, her husband and his sister were simply two people who might be plotting against her. And after chatting over tea with her husband, all her suspicions became focused entirely on Lucille Sharpe.

Aside from the time they had been forced to stay overnight at a small-town inn due to the snowstorm, Edith Cushing had not shared a bed with her husband since returning home.

After being poisoned, her health had declined, and she had been sleeping separately from Thomas ever since.

Though cautious, it was impossible to guard against Lucille Sharpe, who had been poisoning every meal.

Lucille even appeared in Edith's room late at night, dripping a red liquid directly into her mouth.

This seemingly slow-paced murder plot soon met with complications.

One night, Edith Cushing once again heard a ghost's voice. That mournful, lingering lullaby echoed through the hall of Crimson Peak. A skeletal ghost holding the remains of a small child drifted in the air above the great hall.

Coughing the whole way, Edith left her room. The entire Crimson Peak mansion was bitterly cold due to holes in the roof, and snowflakes drifted down, passing through the ghost's body. The scene was hauntingly beautiful—like a painting brought to life.

"So beautiful…"

Even Milla Jovovich was drawn to the image. Who would have thought a scene of a skeletal ghost could be shot with such sorrowful elegance?

Unwavering maternal love—those were the only words that could describe the moment. In that instant, the ghost resembled a saint.

"I know who you are. If there's something you want to say, please tell me," Edith Cushing called out loudly.

This ghost was likely Thomas's previous wife. Edith hoped whatever the spirit had to reveal wouldn't disappoint her—that Thomas Sharpe had nothing to do with her murder. But fate is fickle, and disappointment often strikes when least expected.

The ghost clearly had no intention—or perhaps no ability—to speak. Maybe it had died too recently, its soul still too weak. Aside from the soft lullaby in the background, it merely raised a hand and pointed toward a specific spot on the northern side of the fourth floor.

Edith had only been to Thomas's workshop up there. With a heavy heart, she stepped into the fourth floor.

She had expected the fourth floor to be laid out like the floors below, but she soon discovered a secluded corner.

Next to the northern workshop was the mansion's only elevator engine room. Behind that room, she heard strange, heavy breathing.

The fireplace flames lit the cramped space, dispelling the biting cold. On a small bed, Lucille was caressing her brother. Thomas allowed his sister to unbutton his shirt and pants and even grasp his most intimate parts.

So this was the true nature of the Sharpe siblings' relationship.

Edith Cushing didn't know how to react. Her heart suddenly collapsed. She fled the room in tears.

Hearing the commotion, Lucille Sharpe, still partially clothed, was the first to give chase.

"Ah! You've uncovered another one of our secrets. What else do you want to know? Just ask me—I'll tell you everything."

Lucille Sharpe now resembled a cat toying with its prey. As she caught up, she began tugging at Edith Cushing's clothes.

"Get away from me! Don't touch me! I don't want to see either of you!"

Edith Cushing just wanted to get out of there. She never wanted to stay in this sorrowful place again. Even if the blizzard was howling outside, even if she died on the way, she was determined to leave.

"Don't go! If you leave without knowing everything, won't you die with regret?"

Lucille Sharpe continued to provoke her. Compared to Edith Cushing, who had been poisoned for some time, she was far stronger. She grabbed her roughly and then let go, watching Edith collapse to the ground. Whether she clung to the wall or crawled on the floor, it was all amusing to Lucille.

Edith Cushing had had enough. Since Lucille wanted her to ask, then she would! She would ask the questions the audience wanted answered.

While continuing to stagger forward in weakness, she questioned Lucille Sharpe.

"How could you do this? Killing one after another—was it all just for money?"

Although Edith didn't specify who had been killed, it was clear she meant the previous wives. She had no intention of becoming one of them.

"Oh, them? We didn't originally plan to kill them."

Lucille Sharpe twirled a strand of her long hair and danced lightly to block Edith's path.

"But they all kept clinging on, wouldn't leave even after they ran out of money, so we had no choice but to send them to their deaths."

As she spoke, Lucille Sharpe suddenly seized Edith's arms and yanked her up roughly.

"Besides, their bodies could still offer up some crimson gems. You've seen those jewels hidden in the secret room, haven't you?"

She allowed Edith to push her hands away, watching as she weakly clung to the railing and moved forward. In that moment, she seemed to see yet another soon-to-be-dead former wife, and the crimson gems that would soon appear beside her corpse.

Watching Edith struggle to escape in agony, Lucille Sharpe decided to further disgust her.

"Did you know? All of this evil stems from love. It's clearly written in the files you took from the secret room. Those pigs tried to defile me, and it was Thomas who protected me. So, I have to repay that love by protecting him."

Lucille Sharpe suddenly embraced Edith Cushing from behind. Like a lover, her hands began exploring her body with practiced familiarity.

Milla Jovovich was taken aback. She hadn't expected the plot to deliver fan service at this point.

Lucille Sharpe had the demeanor of a dominant older woman, while Edith Cushing came off as a tsundere submissive. She clearly hated being touched like that, but judging by their expressions, both women seemed to feel something.

"But you even killed a child. You're no better than animals."

Trying not to lose control of her body and mind, Edith Cushing threw out another question.

Lucille Sharpe was momentarily dazed, and Edith seized the chance to break free and moved a few steps away.

The playful and suggestive Lucille from moments ago was now filled with deep, bitter hatred. She stared blankly at Edith Cushing, as if seeing someone else entirely.

"Why did you take my child from me? That was Thomas and my child! Even if he was born with defects, he was still my only child. What right did you have to take him? What right?"

In a frenzy, Lucille Sharpe lunged forward, grabbed Edith tightly, and shook her violently as she screamed her questions.

"Lucille! Stop!"

Thomas Sharpe finally arrived, fully dressed, just in time to see his sister in a crazed state. The two of them were standing dangerously close to the fourth-floor railing. He thought Lucille was going to push Edith off and hurried to stop her.

Hearing Thomas's voice, Lucille loosened her grip and stared dazedly in his direction.

Though Edith Cushing was released, the momentum still carried her backward. The old, decaying railing gave way, and she fell from the fourth floor.

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