[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

The next morning, Eleanor hovered over the dormitory, looking down at the two boys who had just woken up.

The blond boy yawned and fumbled to unbutton his pajamas, and then he suddenly realized that there was an extra opposite sex in the room—to be precise, it was a ghost of the opposite sex.

"Can you stop staring at me?" The blond boy blushed slightly, raised his head and said to Eleanor.

Eleanor crossed her arms impatiently, smacked her tongue and said, "Tsk, they're just two brats with no hair on their undersides, do you think I really want to see them?"

"I'm not a kid," the blond boy muttered disapprovingly, "I'm already 11 years old."

"Whoa, 11!" Eleanor sneered. "It's finally bottle-free, isn't it?"

The blond boy blushed and opened his mouth, as if trying to refute something.But out of fear of the ghost, he finally closed his mouth tightly.

The dark-haired boy glanced at the ghost that was floating in the air - she was currently working on an animated painting of a rabbit drinking tea.

"Hey, this rabbit can move!" exclaimed the ghost, making a fuss.

The dark-haired boy snorted a little contemptuously.

"Can't you go somewhere else?" The blond boy finally couldn't help but said, "You've been here all night."

Eleanor spread her hands and said dissatisfiedly: "Do you think I would like to stay here? But I can't get out!"

"What do you mean you can't get out?" asked the blond boy.

"Literally!" said Eleanor bitterly. "I tried all night yesterday, and there's no way I can get out of here!"

As long as she leaves this room a little farther, she will be pulled by some invisible force.

At this time, the black-haired boy had finished dressing and was about to open the door and leave.

"Hey, Riddle, don't leave me alone!" The blond boy awkwardly put on his cloak-style coat and hurriedly put on his shoes.He didn't want to be alone with a ghost.

Eleanor called after them, "Where are you going?"

At this time, she suddenly felt a strong attraction coming from the front.Her body began to float forward involuntarily.

"Damn, what's going on?!" Eleanor exclaimed in surprise.

Then she found herself actually leaving that room, into a spacious room filled with armchairs. "Ghost! Why is there a ghost here?!" A girl pointed at Eleanor and screamed in surprise.

"Don't point at me and yell, that's rude." Eleanor said dissatisfied.

The blond boy turned around and stared at Eleanor with a pale face, "Why are you following me?"

"First, I didn't follow you," Eleanor said. "Second, I don't know why. It seems that something is pulling me away, and I can't help it."

The blond boy bit his lip and stared at her for a few seconds, then turned and continued walking towards the door.

At this time, Eleanor suddenly felt a strong attraction coming from the front.

She began to float forward, and then went straight through the solid wall in front of her.

She saw the black-haired boy not far in front of her.Soon, the boy quickened his pace and disappeared around a corner.

Eleanor suddenly felt that strange force tug her even harder.She immediately floated forward at a faster speed, and then passed directly through the wall at the corner.

She stared closely at the back of the black-haired boy in front of her, and a thought suddenly popped up.

Could it be that the strange power that attracted her came from this black-haired boy?

She drove her translucent body and quickly floated to a place not far behind the boy.Then she stopped and waited quietly.

The dark-haired boy was oblivious to what was happening behind him.He continued walking briskly forward.

When the boy was about ten meters away from Eleanor, Eleanor felt the strange force pulling her again.

"This is so strange." Eleanor murmured softly, and then let the force pull her to float forward automatically.

Along the way, she saw many people in the same attire as the two boys.Some of them were about the same age as the two children, and some looked older.

Most people just glanced at Eleanor in a little surprise, others ignored Eleanor, as if it was not unusual to have a ghost strutting in the hallway.

Eleanor floated to the side of the dark-haired boy.

The dark-haired boy seemed to notice Eleanor only now.He turned his head and frowned at Eleanor, "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing," said Eleanor.

"I remember you saying you couldn't leave that room." The dark-haired boy glanced at Eleanor from the corner of his eye.

"Obviously I was mistaken," said Eleanor.

The black-haired boy snorted coldly, expressing doubts about Eleanor's words.

Eleanor decided to tell him the truth, "I just found out that I can't be too far away from you. I don't know why, but I can only stay within ten meters of you." She said, drifting into the dark Staring at the boy in front of him, "Do you have any clues about this?"

The dark-haired boy stopped and said impatiently, "How would I know. Now, please step aside, I don't want to be late for class."

After he finished speaking, he planned to bypass Eleanor and move on.

Eleanor hurriedly floated over to try to block his way, "Hey, wait a minute!"

As a result, the black-haired boy accidentally passed through Eleanor's body.

Although she didn't feel anything, Eleanor couldn't help shivering all over.

"Hey! Don't do that!" Eleanor exclaimed, "That's disgusting!"

The dark-haired boy turned sharply and stared at Eleanor, his face paler than before. "That's what I'm saying! You're like a bucket of slimy ice water! I'm sick right now!"

"I'm not slimy!" cried Eleanor.

They glared at each other annoyed, as if neither was going to back down.

After a while, the dark-haired boy snorted.

"Stay away from me." With a gloomy face, he warned Eleanor, then turned around and continued walking forward.

"I would like to." Eleanor said, and then floated around him first.

Eleanor looked around while floating.She found that the portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor almost moved.Her eye was drawn to a painting—a handsome, blond young man grooming a horse.

"Good morning, ma'am." The man turned his head and gave Eleanor a slight nod politely.

Eleanor exclaimed, "You can talk!"

She turned and said to the boy passing behind her, "Hey, did you see that? This painting can talk!"

But the dark-haired boy didn't want to talk to her at all.He walked past Eleanor without turning his eyes.

Eleanor followed, floating beside the black-haired boy, "By the way, I don't know your name yet."

The boy still ignored her.He seemed determined not to speak to her.

At this time, a pearly white translucent head emerged from the wall.

Eleanor suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, my God!"

"Oh, I'm sorry to scare you." The ghost said politely, staring at Eleanor with some curiosity, "I don't seem to have seen you before."

Eleanor had regained her composure at this time.She looked at the ghost that had just emerged.He was dressed in a funny ruff, and looked dead of age.

"Well, you know—I've just died so you haven't seen me," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "but you are sincerely welcome to join us." He held out a translucent hand as if to shake Eleanor's hand, "I'm Nicholas de Mimsy Popin pause."

At this moment, Eleanor felt herself being pulled by that force again, and while she was floating forward, she turned her head and said, "Uh... nice to meet you, sir. See you later."

She floated to the boy, "Oh, my God! What the hell are you doing here? There are ghosts floating everywhere! Look at these weird decorations—"

She reached out to pat a piece of armor standing in the corner of the wall, but she went right through it.

The boy stopped suddenly, turned his head and said angrily, "Can you shut up for a while?"

Eleanor took a deep breath and warned herself not to be as knowledgeable as a child.

"Sorry, I talk too much when I'm nervous," she said.

The black-haired boy turned around with a cold snort and continued walking forward.

"However, tell me what exactly is this place? Magic, ghosts, and talking portraits—these are all too weird!" Eleanor chased after her and asked.

"This is Hogwarts." The black-haired boy said dryly, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Magic school!" Eleanor exclaimed, "You mean, magic is taught here?"

"Of course." The dark-haired boy replied.

"Whoa," Eleanor exclaimed, "this is amazing! If I'd known about this place, I wouldn't have gone to that goddam missionary school in town!"

"Only wizards are eligible to study here." The boy raised his head slightly, and glanced at Eleanor with some contempt, "Muggles are not allowed."

"Okay." Eleanor spread her hands, "But how do you distinguish between wizards and Muggles? I think maybe I can use magic too."

"Wizards and Muggles are born." The dark-haired boy replied impatiently.

At this time, Eleanor noticed that there were more people in the corridor.Many people looked at Eleanor curiously.

Finally, they walked into a spacious and bright hall.

Eleanor looked up and saw a blue sky with large white clouds floating in it.

"I thought we were indoors," said Eleanor in surprise.

"That's fake, it was transformed by magic." The black-haired boy explained impatiently, and then went straight to a long table.

Eleanor looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table—bacon, fried eggs, fried mushrooms, fried sausage, and even pudding.She looked very envious.She had never had such a big breakfast when she was at boarding school.

But she knew she couldn't eat at all.She could only watch helplessly as the black-haired boy put a large piece of bacon on his plate, and then poured a cup of steaming black tea.

"Wow, Tom, when did you find yourself a ghost girlfriend?" A short boy with dark brown hair and sunken cheeks sitting across from him shouted with a smile.

"Oh, shut up, Lestridge," said the dark-haired boy, frowning.

"Tom?" Eleanor showed a strange expression, "Your name is Tom Riddle?"

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