[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor Alford never imagined that she would die on her 17th birthday.

Everything happened so fast and so surreal.

At the moment of death, she didn't even have time to figure out what killed herself.

After a flash of green light, the earth's gravity seemed to lose its effect suddenly, and she felt herself floating up.

She felt her consciousness gradually blurred.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes in a daze, and found herself floating in front of a cold gray wall.

Wait, floating? !

She was shocked to find that she was floating in mid-air, like a plastic bag filled with hydrogen gas.She lowered her head and gasped suddenly.

Her body turned translucent!

She stared blankly at her translucent new body for a few seconds, and could even clearly see the green curtain behind her through herself.

Ugh, this feels really weird.

After a while, she gradually recalled what happened before.

A boy holding a strange stick, a man lying on the ground, and a green light—

"Oh, God," she murmured, forcing herself not to scream immediately, "Am I really dead?"

It took her 2 minutes to accept that she was dead.Then she looked down at her new translucent body.

"Oh, God—" she exclaimed again, "I'm a ghost!"

She had always believed in ghosts as a child, but was teased harshly by the other children.

She couldn't help thinking that if she had the chance to go back, she would jump out suddenly and scare those who laughed at her to death.

Wait, if she's a ghost now, is she in heaven or hell?

She took a second to look back at her life and realized that she had done nothing particularly bad, the worst of which was stealing a candy cane from a candy store when she was five years old.So she doesn't feel like she's going to hell after death.

Then, she turned around and looked around the room she was in.

——Well, this place doesn't look like heaven at all.

The walls all around the room were hard gray, with some silver and green decorations and a few burning torches hanging on the walls, and on both sides of the room were something surrounded by green curtains-it looked like Two beds.An unfired fireplace was a short distance to her left.

Everything seemed too ordinary, except for herself, there was nothing beyond common sense.

She began to suspect that she was actually just having a dream. In the dream, she was killed by a strange green light and traveled to a basement with cold stone walls.

She floated half a circle in the room, and then her eyes fell on the bed covered by the green curtain.

She walked to the bed closest to her and reached out to touch the green curtain.

She was surprised to find that her hand didn't touch the curtain at all, but went straight through it.

"Well, I'm a ghost now," she said, taking a deep breath to keep herself calm, "Of course I can't touch anything."

However, this way she can peer into the secrets behind the curtain without breaking a sweat.Because she just had to get her head through the veil.

Then, she stuck her head in.By the light of the torch, she saw a little boy with black hair and pale face lying on the bed, fast asleep.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, probably dreaming.

Elinor stared at the sleeping boy, and suddenly felt that the boy looked familiar.

She looked at it carefully for a long time, but she was not so sure.Because she was sure she had never seen such a little boy.

She retracted her head, and then floated to another bed.

Sleeping in that bed was a chubby little boy with blond hair who looked about the same age as the dark-haired boy.

Who are these two children?

The fair-skinned, fair-haired boy with a cute little round face looks a bit like the angel in the painting.

"No wings, no halo—" Eleanor said to herself, "Well, I'm pretty sure you're not an angel, just an ordinary kid."

At this moment, probably awakened by Eleanor's voice, the blond boy suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Eleanor, he immediately screamed pale: "Ghost, ghost!"

"Wow," Eleanor pointed to herself, "so you can see me? Great—"

The blond boy grabbed the quilt and covered himself tightly, his big blue eyes were filled with tears of fear, "——why is there a ghost in the dormitory?!"

Just then, she heard another boy's voice behind her.

"What are you calling?" the boy called out impatiently, as if he didn't like being woken up in the middle of the night.

"Here, there's a ghost here!" The blond boy pointed at Eleanor with his chubby fingers, and stammered.

Another boy yawned and said annoyedly, "Don't be silly, you haven't seen ghosts before. Besides, ghosts can't enter the Slytherin lounge. Now, shut up, I'm going to sleep."

"No no—" the blond boy shook his head desperately, "There is really a ghost here, Riddle!"

— Riddle?

Eleanor frowned, she was very familiar with this name.No villager in Little Hangleton knew of the Riddles who lived on the hillside.

"Don't hurt me!" The blond boy cried out sobbingly with tears in his eyes, "Otherwise, my father won't, won't let you go!"

"Oh, let him come! I'm already dead anyway." Eleanor said nonchalantly, "Okay, don't cry, I won't hurt you."

But the blond boy continued to sob and sob.

Eleanor took a deep breath and shouted, "Shut up!"

The blond boy stopped crying and stared blankly at Eleanor.

"I'm the one who wanted to cry, understand?" she said, glaring at the boy. "Dead on my seventeenth birthday before I even had time to open presents—how does that feel to you, brat?"

The blond boy immediately shook his head nervously.

"I don't feel anything!" she cried. "I didn't even have a chance to scream. There was a flash of green light and I died! Have you ever heard of such a strange thing?"

The blond boy seemed to be choking.He stared blankly at Eleanor, opened his mouth hesitantly, and then closed it suddenly.

"Well, I don't have the habit of bullying children." Eleanor sighed and folded her arms, "Now I will give you ten seconds to explain to me what this place is."

"This, this is the Slytherin boys' dormitory." The blond boy replied in a low voice.

"Slytherin?" Eleanor raised her eyebrows. "What's that? The name of your primary school? What a weird name."

"Elementary school? What's that?" The blond boy's eyes widened in confusion. "Haven't you heard of Slytherin?"

"Do I have to have heard of it?" Eleanor frowned. "Okay, tell me, where is this school called 'Slytherin'?"

"At Hogwarts." The blond boy replied in a natural tone.

"Hogwarts?"

The blond boy exclaimed, "Oh, Merlin's beard! You haven't heard of Hogwarts, have you?"

Eleanor frowned and said, "What beard? Also, is Hogwarts famous? Why do I have to know?"

"Everyone knows Hogwarts!" cried the blond boy. "Every wizard in England graduates from here!"

This time it was Eleanor's turn to be surprised.

She glared at the blond boy, "Wait—did I just have ringing in my ears or something wrong with my understanding? Did you just say—a wizard?"

"She's a Muggle." A somewhat immature voice suddenly sounded from one side.

Eleanor was taken aback.She turned her head suddenly, and saw the little black-haired boy standing beside the bed at some point.

He lifted the curtain with one hand, and at the same time regarded Eleanor with undisguised curiosity.

"Muggles?" the blond boy repeated the strange word, then screamed excitedly, "No, that's impossible! How could Hogwarts have Muggles—I mean, Muggle ghosts?! "

"But she hasn't even heard of Hogwarts," said the dark-haired boy.

"My dad said that Muggles can't become ghosts after they die, because they're—bad blood," said the blond boy.

"Oh, really?" said the dark-haired boy disinterestedly. He looked up at Eleanor and said in a nonchalant tone, "Are you a Muggle?"

Eleanor didn't like the contemptuous tone of the blond boy when he said that, although she didn't know what "Muggle" meant.

"I don't know," said Eleanor.Compared with the crying blond boy, she always thought this precocious black-haired boy was more pleasing to the eye, so she gave the black-haired boy a friendly smile while answering, "What do you mean Muggle?"

"Muggles are people who don't have magic," the dark-haired boy explained.When he saw Eleanor's smile, he immediately frowned in disgust, but soon returned to his expressionless face.

"Oh." Eleanor felt a little confused in her mind for a moment, "The magic you are talking about is the real magic of turning a teacup into a mouse, not the trick of turning a dove from a hat, right?"

The black-haired boy seemed disdainful of answering such a question, but shrugged noncommittally.

"Oh, God." This is the third time Eleanor said this sentence today, "Are you telling me that magic exists?"

"Of course magic exists," the blond boy muttered. "Who would ask such a silly question?"

Eleanor was silent for a few seconds, "I don't believe you."

"Show her." The black-haired boy said impatiently.

The blond boy took out a small wooden stick, and then read to a quill on the bedside: "Wingadim Leviosa!"

The quill was unresponsive.

Eleanor laughed dryly, "It's amazing." However, her eyes were fixed on the wooden stick in the blond boy's hand—it looked so familiar.

The blond boy blushed, then swung the stick again and called, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

The quill seemed to tremble slightly, but it might have been blown by the draft.

The dark-haired boy let out an impatient click of his tongue.He drew his stick. "Wingardim Leviosa."

The quill immediately floated up from the table smoothly.

Eleanor couldn't help but exclaimed, she stared blankly at the quill floating in the air - it was definitely not blown up by the wind.

The dark-haired boy seemed satisfied with Eleanor's reaction.He let out a chuckle through his nose, and put away his stick.

"So, ghosts exist, and magic also exists. Who will tell me whether I am in heaven or not?" Eleanor murmured.