Chapter 300

"What a rare visitor, Tom! What brings you here today?"

An old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face walked out of the ice cream shop.

He was wearing an apron with traces of cream, holding a clean glass in his hand, and smiling at Tom who was sitting by the window.

"I have opened a shop here for more than ten years, but I have never seen you step into my door once. Why are you interested in coming today? And,"

His eyes fell on the glittering gold ring on Tom's hand.

"You are still wearing such a conspicuous thing. Have you made a fortune recently?"

When Tom heard this, he raised his head and rubbed the ring with his fingers. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a nervous smile.

"Florin, don't you welcome me?"

The old man called Florin waved his hand quickly, and the smile on his face deepened a little, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up into a small mountain.

"Oh, I don't mean that! Tom from the Leaky Cauldron came to my humble home, which was a honor for me. How could I not welcome him?"

As he said that, he pulled out a chair opposite Tom, sat down unceremoniously, and placed the polished glass on the table.

As he spoke, he wiped his hands with his apron, as if to brush off the non-existent dust.

"Remember? You came to me countless times back then, insisting on partnering with me to sell my ice cream to your bar. Haha, I was so stubborn at that time that I never agreed."

"You never came to my shop again."

Tom looked up at him, with a half-smile on his face, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, making a low sound.

Florin didn't care at all, and continued to talk to himself, with a bit of ridicule and nostalgia in his tone.

"But, I've figured it out recently. Your idea at that time was really good! If we had joined forces and sold ice cream and wine together, we might have earned a lot of Galleons. Don't you think so?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of children's laughter in the store, and the crisp sound of ice cream spoons hitting the wall of the cup.

Florin looked back, then turned back, smiling so hard that his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

Tom lowered his head and scooped a spoonful of steaming ice cream into his mouth. After slowly swallowing it, he slowly spoke in a low and calm voice.

"Maybe. But is there any point in talking about this now?"

"Forget it, brother, let's just leave it at that about the bar. Don't ask any more questions."

Florin raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes stayed on Tom's face for a while, as if trying to see something from his expression.

But in the end, he just smiled and waved his hand:

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it. Then why did you suddenly think of eating my ice cream today? This is not your usual style."

After hearing this, Tom looked down at the ice cream in the bowl. Hot steam slowly rose from the spoon, mixed with the smell of milk and chocolate.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling, but soon disappeared in a calm.

"My sister told me that this ice cream is good, especially this hot ice cream."

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

After hearing this, Florin's smile on his face suddenly became even more intense.

He put down the glass in his hand, put his hands on his hips, and laughed triumphantly.

"Hahaha, it's not bad! When winter comes, my store relies on this hot ice cream launched seven years ago to support the storefront! It can be said that it saved my business."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to remember something, frowned, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

He looked up at Tom, his tone a little confused.

"Wait, Tom, you have a sister? Why haven't I ever heard you mention it?"

Tom lowered his head and slowly stirred the hot ice cream in the cup with a spoon. His movements seemed casual, but his face gradually became gloomy, as if covered by a layer of haze.

His voice was low and calm.

"Yes, seven years ago."

Tom's eyes fell on the ice cream cup, as if he saw a scene in the past through the milky white liquid.

"At that time, the letter she told me that she liked to eat this ice cream and the letter of her murder were sent to me together."

He paused here, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking the absurdity of fate.

"I never thought that after so many years, I would have the opportunity to taste this ice cream myself."

As soon as the voice fell, Tom raised his head and looked at the sky.

In the distance, a gray cloud slowly floated over, covering the originally bright winter sun.

The light suddenly dimmed a little, and there seemed to be a hint of coolness in the air.

Florin sat aside and couldn't help shivering.

He lowered his head and rubbed his knees unconsciously with his hands, as if trying to dispel the sudden discomfort.

He was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words, and finally spoke, his voice was so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"My condolences, Tom."

Unexpectedly, Tom suddenly laughed when he heard this, his laughter was low and weird, as if he heard some creepy joke.

He put down the spoon in his hand, leaned back in the chair, folded his hands on his chest, and his eyes revealed an almost fanatical light.

"Haha, my condolences?"

He shook his head gently, and his laughter gradually stopped, and there was a hint of crazy pride in his tone.

"No, Florin, I'm in a very good mood now. Yesterday, I did something great."

Florin's brows frowned slightly, and he felt that the air around him seemed to have become colder.

He subconsciously pulled on his coat, but found that he still couldn't stop the chill that penetrated his bones.

He couldn't help but look back at the thick coat hanging in the store, feeling a little regretful that he didn't put it on.

He turned back and his eyes fell on Tom.

The other person was staring at him with piercing eyes, as if expecting his next reaction.

That look made Florin feel uneasy, as if he was being pushed into the abyss by some invisible force.

He pursed his lips and tried to make his voice sound calmer, but there was still a bit of hesitation.

"Uh, what's the big deal?"

Tom smiled with satisfaction, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He suddenly lowered his voice and leaned forward, leaning closer to Florin, as if he wanted to tell some ulterior secret.

His hands suddenly grabbed Florin's hands with such force that it even made Florin's knuckles ache.

"I found the guy,"

Tom's voice was low and husky, with a creepy glee.

"Then he tortured him so hard. Haha, oh my God, can you imagine? I really wanted her to hear those sounds he made."

(Sorry everyone, there is only one update at midnight, and tomorrow’s two updates will be in the afternoon. Sorry, I have to volunteer these two days, which is required by the school, so I work during the day and volunteer at night. I feel numb. The writing time is very tight...)

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