[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor stared at the black-haired boy who was reading a book with his head down.

"Hey, Tom." She suddenly whispered the other person's name.

Tom raised his head slightly and said impatiently, "What?"

Eleanor hesitated for a moment, and the words that slipped out of her mouth suddenly changed to "what do you want to do when you grow up".

Tom looked at Eleanor suspiciously with pure black eyes, and replied dryly, "I haven't thought about it."

"Oh, please, don't you have dreams?" Eleanor said in an elder tone, "Children must have dreams to be cute."

Tom shot her a disdainful glance, and went on looking down at his book.

"A priest, a doctor, or a matador?" said Eleanor persuasively, "—or a ballet dancer? Come, tell me what you think."

Tom said without looking up, "Neither. Shut up."

But once Eleanor had the desire to speak, no one could stop her.She showed nostalgic expression and continued to say to herself: "I have always dreamed of being a detective. Do you know Philip Marlowe (Note ①)? He is my favorite detective character."

"I said shut up," said Tom dryly.

"At this point you should show sympathy," said Eleanor, spreading her hands. "You should say—'Sorry, your dream will never come true again.'"

Tom repeated mechanically in an emotionless voice: "It's a pity that your dream will never come true. Now, can you be quiet for a while?"

Eleanor opened her mouth, but suddenly forgot what she wanted to say.Her gaze stayed on the black-haired boy again for a long time.He read the book quietly, with an expression of concentration on his immature face, as if that boring transfiguration book was very attractive.

—he looked very ordinary, like any quiet kid who likes to read.

Eleanor recalled the young man again.

The man was handsome, with a gentle expression, and he didn't look like a murderer at all.

But when Eleanor saw him for the first time, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.She has always called that feeling "a detective's gut feeling."

She has always warned herself not to infer a person's essence through appearance-this is one of the most basic qualities of a detective.But she still couldn't completely equate the boy in front of her with a "murderer".

However, she also had to admit that the boy had clearly shown a lack of empathy.

Anyone who has read detective fiction knows that many murderers are ruthless and unsympathetic, and that they often had troubled childhoods.

Thinking about it this way, she gradually felt that it was not so unimaginable that this boy would kill his own father's family when he grew up.

Eleanor, who was occupied by such dark thoughts, couldn't help shivering.

She doesn't like this feeling.

So what if the boy was really the one who was going to kill himself years later?She is now a ghost who can't even hold a pen and can do very little.

Do you want her to take revenge?

Eleanor looked at the boy who was concentrating on reading a book, and immediately strongly rejected this idea.

She can't hurt the child at all now, not to mention that the so-called "murder" has never happened now.

——Different from him a few years later, he is just an innocent child now.

She couldn't hurt a child who knew nothing about a murder that hadn't even happened.

Maybe she could try to change the boy and thus what happened in the future?

But she soon realized that was impossible.

If the future was really changed and she was not killed, then it is impossible for her to appear here as a ghost.Then the opportunity to change the future will disappear...

That is to say, she has no way to change the established facts in the future.

Thinking of this, Eleanor suddenly felt depressed.

Could it be that she can only accept all this silently?

No, there must be something she can do.She said to herself optimistically.

Because she can't do anything now.

She was also able to think, move around and talk to others within limits.Since God arranged for her to come here as a ghost, there must be some meaning to all this.

The next day, Eleanor got some regrettable news from Everl.

Letters she had sent by owl were returned unopened.

Avery's explanation is that this is probably because the owl delivering the letter failed to find the recipient, or the recipient refused to accept the letter.

"I've never owled a Muggle before," said Avery, "so I don't know what it is."

"Oh, I see," Eleanor murmured dejectedly, then smiled at Avery. "Thank you, Avery, anyway."

A slight blush appeared on Avery's fair cheeks.

"It's nothing," he murmured, as if he wasn't used to being thanked in person.

Seeing Avery's appearance, Eleanor's smile grew stronger.Compared with Tom who was sitting upright in a chair and reading a thick book with a blank face, this blond boy was obviously more like a real child.She never hated shy boys.

"Please help me mail it again." Eleanor begged, "This time write the address of the police station for me. I think it is likely that he did not receive the letter because he was on duty at the police station."

Avery seemed very reluctant, he still didn't have to look at Eleanor, and whispered: "The owl can automatically find the recipient, it has nothing to do with the address."

But he finally agreed to Eleanor's request.He seemed very bad at refusing requests.

Eleanor stretched out her arms and hugged him very happily, "Thank you."

Although she didn't touch anything and just made a hugging motion, Avery jumped out of the chair in shock, "Don't touch me!"

Eleanor showed a hurt expression, "Oh, okay."

Avery was embarrassed for a moment, his eyes averted, and the blush on his face became more obvious.

"Uh... I think I have to go to class." He finished, grabbed the book, turned around and hurried away.

"Class?" Eleanor looked at his back and couldn't help laughing, "—but today is Saturday."

But then again, even on Saturday, Tom was reading as usual.He seemed to have no other entertainment than this.

Can't he just go out and play football, climb trees, dig ant holes on the weekends like other kids?thought Eleanor.

He always stays in the house and reads, and rarely goes anywhere except the common room, library and classroom.If it were Eleanor, she would definitely go crazy.

For example, now, Eleanor feels that she is about to hold back something wrong.She hadn't had the chance to take a good look at Hogwarts Castle until now.

At this time, Tom suddenly felt Eleanor's resentment, put down the book and stood up from the armchair.

"Where are you going?" Eleanor said with some joy, and then continued to chatter behind Tom, "The weather looks good today, let's go for a walk! Last time I saw you have a lake with a nice view—"

Tom glanced at Eleanor with a cold gaze, as if trying to shut her up again.But maybe it was because Eleanor ignored his protests at all every time, so he didn't speak for the first time this time.

Note ①: Philip Marlowe (Philip Marlowe), is a tough guy detective created by Raymond Chandler.

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