[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Soon, some students became curious about Eleanor.

The other ghosts at Hogwarts are not very easy to get along with. Most of them like to be alone and don't talk to students much.But Eleanor was different. She looked a few years older than these students, and she was quite talkative, so she was quickly surrounded by curious students.

They'll ask questions like "what's it like to be floating" or "can you feel cold or hot?"Eleanor was quite happy to chat with them, because she was really flustered during this period of time.

In this regard, Tom was very disgusted.He was not used to the feeling of being surrounded by a group of chattering students.So every time someone ran over to talk to Eleanor, he would look at Eleanor with annoyed eyes, as if saying "it's all your fault".

Eleanor would make a nonchalant grimace at him, or roll her eyes impatiently.

Someone had asked the crucial question, which was why Eleanor always followed Tom.Eleanor answered them jokingly each time.

"Because he's my long-lost brother." She would sometimes answer so seriously, "Look—we're all black."

But almost no one believed her words, because everyone knew that a Slytherin student could not have a Muggle sister.Besides, no one could tell if her hair was really black—it looked pearly white now.

Gradually, Tom finally seemed unable to bear this situation.

When those junior students who were overly curious surrounded Eleanor again, Tom stared at them with a cold look that was not like a child at all.

"Go away," he said commandingly.

For some reason, the younger students seemed to be quite afraid of Tom.After hitting there, they stopped pestering Eleanor with questions.

Also, Eleanor soon discovers the fact that the boy named Tom Riddle doesn't have any friends at all.

He doesn't like to talk to people, and he always goes to dinner and class by himself.

His blond roommate seemed a little scared of Tom, like the rest of the first graders.He rarely took the initiative to talk to Tom, and usually only asked him to borrow the papers due in the next class.

Tom rarely spoke to Eleanor, even though Eleanor tried to strike up a conversation with him several times.The words he said most to Eleanor were "shut up" and "no peeking".

At breakfast one day, Eleanor poked boredly at a pile of jelly.Her fingers went straight through the translucent jelly, making it look as if they had melted into the jelly.

"Can you stop doing that? It looks disgusting." Tom looked at Eleanor impatiently and said, "Besides, you're blocking the light. I'm reading a newspaper."

Eleanor didn't feel angry when she heard Tom's words, but she was surprised that the other party would talk to herself.

"I'm transparent, how can I block your light." She said with a smile, and then leaned over, "Are you reading wizards' newspapers? What's the news?"

The next second, she exclaimed in amazement: "Your photos can also move! Is there any magic on this?"

Hearing Eleanor's words, the senior Slytherin girls on the opposite side suddenly let out a slightly contemptuous laugh.

Tom suddenly said dissatisfied: "Can you stop making a fuss?"

But Eleanor didn't speak, and her eyes were fixed on the Daily Prophet.

Probably noticing Eleanor's strange expression, Tom frowned, "What are you looking at?"

He looked down at the Daily Prophet in his hand.The headline was the news about the Ministry of Magic's new quality standards for broomsticks.He couldn't see how the news could have anything to do with a Muggle ghost.

Soon, Eleanor spoke slowly, "Tom, I have a question—"

Tom frowned in disapproval. He couldn't remember a time when he allowed her to call him by his Christian name.

"What's today's date?" she asked curiously.

Tom glanced at the newspaper in his hand. "September 27—what's the matter?"

"I mean, September 27th of what year?" she asked again.

Tom looked at Eleanor with "Are you crazy?" eyes. "[-]."

Eleanor stared blankly at the newspaper, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not stupid enough to get the year wrong," said Tom grimly.

And Eleanor would never mistake the year of her death.

She, Eleanor Alford, was born in 17, and then on her seventeenth birthday, on August [-], [-], she died, or rather was murdered.

But now it is [-], that is to say, time has been inexplicably set back by five years.

In this way, she found that things became more confusing.

She stared at the black-haired boy in front of her, and suddenly realized that if time really went back seven years, then seven years later, this 11-year-old boy would also grow up...

The handsome black-haired young man suddenly appeared in her mind.

She suddenly felt a strange but terrifying idea gradually take shape.She shook her head immediately, pushing that thought out of her mind.

She had to figure out what happened first.She always felt that if she just went back to Little Hangleton now, she could figure out what was going on.

But she couldn't be more than ten meters away from this boy now, and she knew that it was impossible for her to persuade him to leave school for her and go to a Muggle village.

Then she thought of the owl delivering the letter.She had seen wizarding students receive all kinds of packages and letters from owls every morning.

Maybe she could write a letter to her uncle this way!

Thinking of this, she suddenly became a little excited.She had imagined countless times that she could get in touch with her uncle in Little Hangleton, although she knew that this would probably scare her uncle—who would have thought that a dead person would really become Ghost back?

But she soon realized that she couldn't even pick up a pen now, and couldn't write a letter at all.The only way she can think of is to ask someone else to write for her.

So she went straight to the person closest to her for help, and that person was Tom.

But what she didn't expect was that Tom refused without hesitation.Without looking up, he said, "No, I still have papers to write."

Eleanor swore she had seen Tom and had written all the papers yesterday, and that was inches more than required.

"Please, it won't take up too much of your time." Eleanor said in her most sincere tone.

"Why do you want to write so much?" said Tom dryly. "You're dead anyway."

Eleanor was suddenly annoyed.She didn't expect an 11-year-old child to say such cold-blooded words.

At this time, she saw that blonde roommate just walked into the library.

"Hey, Avery, come here." She waved to the boy.

Avery's footsteps stopped for a moment, and after confirming that Eleanor was indeed talking to him, he reluctantly walked over slowly.

Under Eleanor's pleading, Avery quickly agreed to help write the letter, and also promised to help her post the letter.

"He is such a good boy with a kind heart." After Avery left, Eleanor praised without hesitation, and then glanced at Tom who was reading a book with dissatisfied eyes, "—— with some people No wonder they don't have any friends."

Tom immediately looked at Eleanor from the Transfiguration textbook, and said coldly, "That's because they don't need it."

"People always need friends." Eleanor retorted, "because friends can help each other."

"That's because those people are too weak." Tom said without hesitation.

Eleanor couldn't help being a little surprised that an 11-year-old child could have such an idea.So she said, "My God, what kind of education did you have before?"

"Nothing." Tom said coldly, still staring at the book in front of him. "No one taught me."

Eleanor was silent for a moment, and said after a while: "Are you an orphan, Tom?"

She only knew that Tom didn't know who her father was, but she never thought that Tom would be an orphan.

"So what?" Tom still had that indifferent tone.

"...Oh, nothing." Eleanor stopped talking.

She couldn't help but start to re-examine the out-of-group boy.

She knew very well what a child without parents must suffer at an early age, because she was an orphan herself.

Her parents died when she was very young.She has no memory of her parents at all.

At the age of seven, she was adopted by Uncle Tim.This Uncle Tim is a close friend of his father, so he has no blood relationship with Eleanor at all, but he has always treated Eleanor as his own daughter.

Eleanor has always regarded Uncle Tim and his wife as her parents.

When she was 13, Uncle Tim's wife, Jenny, died, leaving Tim devastated, living with alcohol every day, and almost losing his job as a police officer.

Knowing that he could no longer take care of Eleanor, he sent her to a nearby boarding mission school to study.

Later, Eleanor was very relieved to hear that Uncle Tim was gradually coming out of his grief, and even got engaged to a maid at the Riddle house in Little Hangleton.

Although Eleanor didn't suffer any hardships in her childhood, she was very aware of the loneliness of not having her biological parents by her side.She had fantasized about her parents based on Uncle Tim's descriptions, but it only made her want to see them more.

So she couldn't help feeling sympathy for this boy named Tom again.

But that horrible thought from before resurfaced in her mind, which made her sympathy disappear immediately.

The young man who appeared in front of her before she died was only sixteen or seventeen years old.In terms of age and appearance, the boy named Tom Riddle in front of him was very suitable, not to mention that he was a wizard just like that young man.

Eleanor could hardly imagine such a coincidence in the world.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she vaguely felt that they might be the same person.

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