Vodai Ecstasy

Amidst the noisy voices, the wooden door of the bar was slowly pushed open by a skinny hand, and a thin, crooked old man walked slowly from the bright snow field into the damp and dark room. His clothes were worn out but spotless , matched with decorations spanning several centuries, even the fuchsia cloak is an antique that has long been outdated, and a round lens is sandwiched between the deep-set eye sockets.

The little old man looked around slowly, not knowing what he was searching for, or checking out all possible dangers.Later, he approached the bar and ordered a shot of tequila in a very faint voice.

Riddle noticed Grande almost as soon as he entered the door, but when the little old man looked around the bar, he avoided his eyes as if nothing had happened.Grande naturally has the taste of a businessman.Only those slightly drunk alcoholics ran over almost arbitrarily, slurred and laughed at Grande for digging up some junk treasure, and brought it to the tavern to show off to everyone.

Even if the little old man is deaf, the drunkard's expression is enough to tell him that this person has bad intentions.Grande snorted coldly, touched his pocket, and ignored him.

The bartender waved his wand with a normal face, threw the wine glasses that needed to be replaced into the sink, and reunited with a group of companions who were already lying there. Riddle heard the witch next to him chuckle softly: "Ganny, what are you in such a hurry for? Anyway He'll take it out when he's drunk."

Riddle took another sip of his beer, thinking he might as well sneak out while they were messing around.He has no interest in the rags that Grande collected. It seems that the people here have the same idea as him, but they seem to be more interested in laughing at Grande.

The old man Grande obviously has a worse drinking capacity, but after two mouthfuls, his pale skin that has not seen the sun for many years has turned into a complete liver color.He waved his hand angrily, as if he was completely different from the overly cautious little old man just now. His actions made Riddle, who wanted to leave immediately, stop in his tracks.

If Grande really made a drunken slip of the tongue, it is obviously not a wise choice for him to use magic here, unless there is a melee.The boy turned his head and glanced at the noisy crowd, it seemed that it was not that difficult.

"Only ignorant people would treat treasures as rags," the old man murmured dissatisfiedly, "Your eyes were soaked in blindness potion, and you were rolled in porcupine quills when you were born, and then you were treated with confusion potions. Let's take a bath."

No one seemed to take his unreasonable abuse to heart, and the witch smiled with great interest: "Grand, what is your treasure this time? Don't you let our group of porcupines open their eyes?"

"Hey, he didn't say we are porcupines just now!" The wizard beside him shouted dissatisfied.

"Shut up, you porcupine." The witch cursed, "It's you."

The other party pulled out his wand angrily, but was forced down by his companion: "Don't mess with her, she is Mrs. Scout..."

The other party's drunkenness seemed to be half sober when he heard this name. He shivered and ran out of the tavern despondently while yelling that it was bad luck.

Riddle realized with interest that no one seemed to dare to approach this tall witch except him and the bartender, and the witch just drank a glass of wine with an unchanged expression, threw a few Sickles and disappeared into the noisy room inside.

"What did she do?"

The bartender squinted at the young man, and put away Sico on the bar: "So far, the Ministry of Magic's statement has not done anything."

"Then what was she suspected of doing?" Riddle continued patiently.

"Murder. Her husband's family died unexpectedly, and the lady is a rare genius in preparing potions." The bartender shrugged: "She almost entered Azkaban, but the final verdict was acquittal."

"It may also be a coincidence." Riddle smiled: "There are many such coincidences."

"Oh, yes. It's just that these coincidences are too much for her sometimes." The bartender shrugged and focused on the task at hand.

On the other side, Grande has already taken out his "treasure", a gold-encrusted horn. He has scratched the horn for a long time but there is no movement. I don't know what it is worth showing off.

"It's not as interesting as the jade bracelet last time," the bartender said again: "At least the bracelet last time can be sold for a good price in the London Muggle market. Unfortunately, Muggle currency is useless to wizards. You can exchange it for some gold. It is possible."

"Jade bracelet?" Riddle smiled, "Which Muggle did Grande get it from?"

"It's said to be his customer." The bartender shook his head: "It's a pity that the bottle was broken. Without the protection of that potion, the bracelet disappeared immediately. I don't know who cheated whom."

"A bracelet soaked in potion? Is this some kind of trick?"

"Who knows? It doesn't look like a trick."

"What you see is nothingness." The young man said in a young voice.

"That Mrs. Scout is willing to pay a high price for Grande's potion, but the old man never wants to sell it," the bartender shrugged, "It's probably because of love and hate, she saw Grande wasting such a bottle of potion Freeze a ghost's bracelet, smash the bottle in a fit of anger."

The old man in question had already put away his golden goat horn, and staggered out the door.

However, Riddle squeezed the wine glass tightly in his hand, and said word by word: "You mean, the bracelet of the ghost?"

"Who are you"

The Eastern ghost looked at the card in his hand, and carefully read out three words in a strange font, but she could recognize them.

The person who wrote it was really sloppy, and the originally beautiful handwriting was tossed by the wild scribbles, and there was almost no trace of it. The arrogance and disdain were particularly distinct.

Daiyu looked down again, as if she hadn't read these words for a few days, like a blind person who was uneasy when seeing light for the first time, she read very slowly, even though the printed greetings were very concise and short, she Still rewatched it several times.

Mr. Riddle...

The owl that was originally given to him was immediately sent back by this person, which shows how much he dislikes this gift.

"What a nuisance." She couldn't help cursing.

Immediately, she forgot what she had just said, and looked at the card again.The little owl couldn't touch her, but it couldn't stop bouncing back and forth under her feet, leaving deep pits in the snow one after another enough to bury it.

It is really rude to ask her first and last name without declaring her family name.

She wanted to throw away the rude card, but the scrawled handwriting gave her a vague sense of familiarity.

It shouldn't be an unrelated prank to be able to send the letter to her.

What about someone who knew her?

Daiyu raised her head, the afternoon sun was dazzling, the leaves of the trees had long since fallen, and were buried in the soil layer by the vast snow. It flows on every stripe on the surface.

She couldn't remember how she came to such a deserted place.

She may have been away for a short time, or for a long time. Time is meaningless to her, and she does not remember every sunrise and moonset she has walked through.

She has nothing to do with this world.

And now, the owl has found her, delivering an unnamed prank.It seemed to tell her that she still had a little connection with this world.

Mr. Riddle.

She still felt that the name was so familiar and kind, but it made people feel annoyed for no reason.

She tried her best to find a fragment related to Mr. Riddle in the emptied memory, but she couldn't find anything, and even the annoyance was completely wiped out in the desperate search.

Ghost held the card in his hand in a daze, a little dazed, what did she do?Why are you holding this thing, and what's going on with the little eagle beside you.

She looked around helplessly, the snow was vast, there was no one inhabited, only the sun was always changing, the world was like a black hole to her, full of traps and fears from the unknown.

The ghost stood helplessly in the snow, covering his cheeks, but did not shed a single tear.On the snow-white wrist, a light-colored jade bracelet shone with a lustrous light.

Riddle was almost mad at himself.

He is really an out-and-out fool, and Daiyu, that stupid ghost, is [-] times more stupid than him.

The young man ran out of the Grand Hotel angrily, the sunlight hurt his eyes, almost no wizard would go to this remote and deserted place, which was the reason he chose this place before.

Think about what he has done?

Freeing that owl was the stupidest thing he'd done in a while.

He hadn't done a few things right since he'd known the ghost.

And what did that ghost do?The first time he chased her away, and the second time she ran away by herself. When he thought he was close to the answer, it was clear that he had no way to find her, but she left an owl behind.

That idiot... He grabbed his hair hard, recalling the memory of that drunk little old man again.

The ghost finds the little old man, and Grande, who is deaf, struggles to understand that the soft-spoken ghost girl is asking him how he can make money.

"Just find that boy." Grande said as he wiped his collection indifferently: "He doesn't seem to be short of money."

"I heard that the holiday here is to give gifts to friends." The girl covered her lips and smiled slightly: "How dare you use his money again."

"You did spend a lot," the old man muttered, "What can you do as a ghost?"

"Can...can write and draw pictures? You can also settle accounts... It's just that my memory is a bit messed up now, I'm afraid I won't remember half of the calculations..."

"Those are not popular in the wizarding world."

Grande replied mercilessly: "Ghosts are still suitable for haunted houses, but I don't think you can scare anyone like this."

There was an unspeakable silence.

The little old man is not a cold-blooded person after all, he waved his hand: "What do you want to buy?"

"An owl."

"Have you read it?"

The girl nodded, and immediately quoted a price.

"Your recent memory has improved a bit." Grande looked up at her. "Exchange your things with me, and I can give you a fair price."

The girl looked at her hands and said hesitantly, "But I don't have anything..."

Grande took out a bottle from the counter and slowly unscrewed the cap: "If you want to change it, put it in."

The boy suddenly widened his eyes, turned around and rushed back to the hotel.