Vodai Ecstasy

Perhaps it was the long winter that blocked the visitors' footsteps. Mrs. Anne dragged Daiyu to chatter non-stop, and time slipped thousands of miles away in a flash of laughter.It wasn't until the cold rain began to beat on the eaves and the big clock in the room rang loudly that everyone realized that they had spent the day laughing and making noise like this.

Except that the refreshment in front of the ghost was still the same as when she entered the door, but it disappeared after a while, and a simple and sumptuous dinner appeared instead.

The ghost quietly looked at every miraculous change in the room, feeling very familiar, but Nord talked about her experience as a teaching assistant at Hogwarts in detail, except for the reason for leaving.Ian avoided talking about this point, and Daiyu could guess that it must be an unpleasant thing.

It doesn't matter.

Memories no longer exist, past joys and sorrows no longer have meaning.

She shook her head, ready to get up and say goodbye.

Annie frowned and looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and said proactively:

"It's raining like this outside, where are you going to spend the night, or stay here."

As she spoke, she leaned over to the window to check the potted flowers on the window sill. When Daiyu entered the door, the flowers were still bright yellow, but now the petals and leaves have turned deep purple. Annie waved her magic wand, and a small The umbrella suddenly emerged from the soil and opened on the flowers and leaves.

"The pot of sunny and rainy flowers will change color according to the weather." Nord explained to the ghost: "This kind of sunny and rainy flowers are not easy to grow, and they are not common in other wizards' homes, but mother likes to keep them."

"Madam is a wonderful person." The girl smiled, following Annie's busy figure with her eyes.

"Stay here," Nord said suddenly.

The ghost turned to look at him, and explained with a smile that even though she could pick up the items here, she couldn't feel warmth or cold, including the rain.

"I know," Nord's face was a little red, "but your owl can't stand it," he turned his head to look at the black owl lying motionless on Alan's shoulder after eating and drinking, the character of an owl But not as outsider as the owner.

Daiyu couldn't help laughing and said angrily: "What a rude person, since you are so afraid of the wind and rain, why did you come with me?"

The owl just opened its eyes listlessly, turned its neck left and right for two weeks, and then quietly continued to close its eyes.

Nord couldn't help laughing: "Leave it alone, sending letters is the business of owls." As if he finally found an opportunity, he couldn't help asking: "Miss Lin, I can ask you Has the geese delivered the letter?"

Daiyu froze for a moment, then smiled regretfully: "It seems not."

"Then it didn't send you a letter?" The boy hesitated a little more this time, as if he didn't want to face an answer he didn't want to accept.

The ghost thought about it seriously for a long time, and then she was not sure: "...Maybe there is." She frowned, seeming a little troubled: "It's just who sent me the letter?"

"If it's not an accident, there will always be a second delivery," Nord shook his head, avoiding the topic: "Miss Lin, would you like to visit the study upstairs, although there are not as many books as the school library."

The ghost quickly accepted the proposal. No matter where she was, books always seemed to attract her the most.Nord led her to the second floor. The room didn't have a password, and it wasn't very spacious. It could only accommodate a small bed, but the walls were densely covered with books, which looked like they were embedded in the wall.

The girl looked at the wall happily, and the books were very close together. Nord took the initiative to pull out one for her. Unexpectedly, several books spewed out from the gap in succession. He tried to block the gap, but the strength of those books was too great, and he was hit several times by the flying books.

"I'm sorry," Nord looked shyly at the messy ground. "Sometimes this kind of problem happens to the bookcase at home. It's almost saturated, but Dad always wants to stuff a few more books in it."

The ghost smiled, leaned over and picked up the books and put them in his hands. Looking at the boy's forehead that was red from the smash, he asked with concern, "Is there any injury? Do you want some medicine?"

Nord blushed suddenly, he shook his head quickly, and when he was hesitating what to say, Annie's voice came from downstairs urging him to eat, the boy immediately came down as if he was amnesty, and then fled and left the room .

Daiyu found it funny even more, but there was another person behind him who couldn't help laughing.

She turned her head quickly, and found that the old gentleman in the portrait on the wall covered her mouth forcefully. Seeing her looking at herself, she simply patted the table and laughed without any image. The books on the table were trembling three times by him.

"gentlemen?"

The old man with the white beard ignored her, and his crazy laughter made the ghoul in the attic start screaming again. Allen threw something angrily towards the roof several times before it stopped.

The girl waited helplessly for the noise to subside. The old gentleman in the portrait didn't seem to care about her plan, so she took a book and was about to sit on the side, but the other party suddenly said: "You don't look like wizard."

"I really don't know how to spell." The girl got up and said.

"They actually invited a Muggle ghost?" The old man grabbed his white beard in surprise, as if he wanted to tear it off: "How did you become a ghost, beautiful lady? What do you have to do?" something?"

"I don't remember..." Ghost asked in confusion, "What are the conditions for becoming a ghost?"

"If the world is full of noisy souls like ours, not just Muggles, I'm afraid even wizards will have a headache." The old man shook his head: "There are various conditions, you see, I can't just walk around like you , but one thing in common is necessary... we are all dead."

Daiyu couldn't help laughing: "Can't sir come out for a walk? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to stay in that small house all the time?"

"It's true that free people don't understand the suffering of non-freedom." White Beard pulled his beard again sadly: "I can only drop by in the portrait. How many times have I told Eric that I want a neighbor, but he didn't even buy a neighbor?" There is no money for a painting. It’s really annoying, how much gold I saved back then was wiped out so quickly by them? By the way, do you know how much a painting costs now?”

The girl smiled and shook her head. She probably understood Eric's mood. For such a talkative and even noisy old man, she probably wouldn't want to add another neighbor to him, but her eyes were caught by him again. Attracted by the book at hand:

"May I ask what book you are reading, sir?"

"How many books are you talking about?" White Beard yawned and continued, "I haven't finished reading. In fact, I don't like reading books. The artist painted these for me, but they are good hypnotics..." He put The book took it close to the canvas and regretted: "But I can't give it to you, these are two worlds."

The ghost took the initiative to stretch out her hand, and it seemed to reach into the canvas without any effort, and then her whole body flew in, becoming a part of the painting.

The room in the painting is a little dark, with only one oil lamp on the table. The light and shadow of the world constructed by the oil paint are somewhat distorted. The ghost looked curiously at the book in her hand. She turned her eyes to where she came from. There is a place on the dark wall. The huge square picture frame shows the image of the study room.

The old man was so stunned that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. He turned and rushed towards the picture frame, but was blocked by an invisible wall and couldn't move a little bit.

"I was the one who was abrupt." Daiyu said shyly, "I was just a little curious...and I got sucked in."

"You were the first to come in after so many years." The old man scratched his beard suspiciously, and looked her up and down again: "It doesn't make sense, you can't be the ghost in the painting... Even if you are in the painting , you can’t leave the canvas and go outside?”

"I don't know either..." Specter lowered his head slightly, his expression a little sad.

"Forget it, forget it," Whitebeard waved his hand: "Since you're all here, sit down, I don't have anything here, just read the book you're so interested in." He glanced at the title of the book again, Immediately he yawned.

Daiyu looked at "Hogwarts: A School History" in her hand, and asked, "Sir, you were also a student at Hogwarts?"

"Ah, yes," Whitebeard shrugged. "Since the school was established, most wizards have graduated from Hogwarts. But I am a Gryffindor. The family you see now has Hufflepuff parents. Strange, only Ian is a Slytherin, I don't want Allen to go to Slytherin, I think Gryffindor is good, but our family has not had a Gryffindor for a long time."

The girl smiled slightly: "It's all according to their own wishes, so what's wrong?"

"It's nothing but getting stupider and stupider," the old man said nonchalantly, "Don't look at Ian's stupid look now, he was shrewd when he was a child... It's just that the more he lived, the more stupid he became. After he came back from this vacation, he was in a trance. Never laughed a few times."

"Did he say anything?"

"That kid is tight-lipped, except for mentioning you..." Whitebeard suddenly stopped talking, then waved his hand after thinking about it and said, "But what can I do? You can just turn your head and forget about it, that kid is in a strange way." Especially persistent... Annie originally wanted to drive away the ghoul upstairs because it kept yelling, but after three months, the child walked twenty miles alone to find the ghoul Here it is, he was only seven years old at the time... but it was fine, although the ghoul barks all the time, the house is a bit too quiet without him."

The ghost didn't answer, not knowing what to think.The page in her hand has turned to the founding of Slytherin. Ian Nord is a Slytherin. She can vaguely feel that this college has a bad reputation. She doesn't know which college she likes better, but she always feels that it is still Someone is more in line with the image of Slytherin than Ian, persistent, outstanding, and even ruthless.

So who is that?

"As long as you don't do evil." The girl whispered, "It's better to have a heart than nothing."

The old man was a little puzzled, and was about to continue asking, when Nuode's voice suddenly came from outside the picture, and the two turned their heads, Nuode was looking at the portrait in shock:

"Miss Lin," he tried not to sound surprised, "can you go into the painting?"