[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor looked at the sign "Boys' Lavatory" at the door and sighed.

Every time at this time, Eleanor would wait for Tom to come out at the door.She doesn't have a hobby of peeking at boys' toilets.

The boys who came in and out of the bathroom looked curiously at the ghost floating in the doorway.

Eleanor sighed, and floated a few times in mid-air boredly with her arms folded.

After about ten minutes, when Eleanor wondered why Tom hadn't come out, suddenly she heard an exclamation coming from the door.

"...someone is drowning!"

Eleanor hesitated for a moment, and finally floated through the wall into the boys' bathroom.

The moment they saw her appear, a few boys by the pool who didn't have time to put on their clothes suddenly let out an exclamation, and hurriedly covered their bodies with their clothes.

Eleanor didn't even look at them, her eyes fell on a black-haired boy lying on the edge of the bath.

He was naked and looked as if he had just been pulled out of the bath.He closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his wet black hair was messily pasted on his forehead, making his face even more bloodless.

"What are you all doing?" Eleanor looked at the students around in surprise.They all stood there dumbfounded, looking helplessly at the boy who fell to the ground.

"Didn't you see him drowning? Hurry up and save him!" she cried anxiously.

"But... how?" stammered one of the boys.

The other boys also looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at a loss.

"Oh, my God!" Eleanor groaned.She looked down at the unconscious black-haired boy, and a thought flashed through her mind: If this continues, he will die.

So without even thinking about it, she stretched out her arms to hug the black-haired boy, and she clearly felt the cold touch on his skin.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she could touch something, but she had no time to be surprised.She noticed that around the boy's neck was a thin chain with a ring pendant attached to it—she had never noticed that he was wearing a necklace before.

She put her finger on the boy's nose, although it was not obvious, she could still feel a faint breath.

So she turned the black-haired boy over and let him lie prone on her lap.She turned the boy's head down and patted the boy on the back.

"Please, come on—" she murmured anxiously.

Soon, the black-haired boy let out an indistinct sob from his throat, and spat out the water.

Eleanor suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment she was completely relieved, the boy suddenly sank, passed through her body and fell to the hard ground.

Probably because of the pain from the fall, the boy suddenly woke up.He groaned, supported his body and sat up on a half-kneel.

"...what happened?" he said hoarsely.

He raised his head in confusion, and stared blankly at the ghost who was bending over and staring at him.

"How are you feeling?" Eleanor asked in a low voice.She was surprised to find that her voice was quite gentle.

A few seconds later, the black-haired boy finally understood the situation completely, and his bloodless cheeks flushed instantly.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by a loud cry.

"Leave a way—a way!"

A tall, thin man with a nervous expression separated the boys who were watching and came over.

He strode straight past Eleanor, as if not noticing her at all.

"How are you, kid?" He asked worriedly, helping his glasses that were about to slip off the bridge of his nose.

"Nothing," Tom murmured.His cheeks were flushed, and he sat curled up by the pool with his head down, as if he was on the verge of erupting.

"Okay, let's spread out, kids! Do your own thing!" The man stood up and waved to everyone, then he picked up a shared bath towel from the shelf and wrapped the black-haired boy, "Come on, let's go to the school hospital—"

Eleanor is a black-haired boy lying on a hospital bed floating in the air.

Not long ago he drank the anti-infection potion and put on clean clothes.Now he is fast asleep.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine," said the bespectacled man behind Eleanor.

Eleanor turned around in surprise, "What?"

The man wiped his hands on the robe nervously, "Oh...it's nothing, just looking at your expression, I think you seem to be worried about this child."

Eleanor showed a weird expression, "Am I... worried about him?"

She stared at Tom's sleeping face in silence, and suddenly found that the man seemed to be right.Not long ago, when she saw the boy drowned and fell to the ground, she was really worried for a moment that he would just die.

She suddenly felt very ironic.She seemed to have just saved an enemy who was about to kill her.

But she doesn't regret it.After all, he's just a kid right now.He has every right to live.

Soon, Eleanor knew the identity of the man wearing glasses.He is the school doctor of Hogwarts, and the students call him Mr. Martin.

Martin has a kind, square face, a shy middle-aged man, not very talkative.He went out quickly, saying that he was going to sort out the medical materials in the storage room.

Eleanor had to stay alone with sleeping Tom.

Soon, she was so bored that she was going crazy, and she even started counting the number of stains in the corner of the wall.

After an unknown period of time, a visitor finally came to the school hospital.

—it was Slughorn, Professor of Potions.

Eleanor didn't like him very much, because he always deliberately praised those students he liked in class, while turning a blind eye to the students he hated.All in all, a very eccentric teacher.

He hurried into the school hospital, and when he saw Tom lying soundly on the bed, he said with some concern: "Oh, Merlin's beard! Is he all right?"

"Relax—he's just asleep," Eleanor said.

"That's good!" Slughorn showed a relieved expression.

At this moment, Tom suddenly opened his dark eyes slowly.His eyes were not chaotic at all, and he didn't look like he just woke up.

Eleanor couldn't help guessing that he had actually been pretending to be asleep.

"How are you feeling, child?" asked Professor Slughorn, approaching the bed with a worried face.

"It's okay." Tom replied immediately, probably feeling that his tone was too cold, so he quickly added, "Thank you for your concern, Professor."

But his gloomy face and stiff expression betrayed him.He seemed to be suppressing some kind of anger.

But Slughorn didn't notice anything wrong with Tom.He smiled and said, "That's good. So you won't miss Potions class next Monday, will you?"

"Of course not, Professor." Tom replied obediently.

"That's good," Slughorn said, and then, as if remembering something, he slapped his head and said, "By the way, you don't have to hand in your paper in the next class."

"No, I'll hand it in," said Tom, "because I've already finished it."

Slughorn immediately showed a greatly relieved expression, "Very good, very good."

Eleanor snorted suddenly.

She knew that Tom had actually finished writing the thesis last Wednesday, and had lent it to several students to copy.What she can't stand the most is this kind of child who is naturally very good at learning.

Although she could be called smart herself, she couldn't concentrate on one thing, so she used to be criticized by Ms. Kane for failing to complete her homework at school.

Slughorn suddenly turned his head to look at Eleanor, as if he had just noticed her existence, "Oh, so you are here, Miss Havre."

"Of course I'm here." Eleanor shrugged and said with some dissatisfaction, "By the way, my name is Alford, not Havre."

"Then, see you next Monday." Slughorn said to Tom with a smile as if he didn't hear Eleanor's words, "Take a good rest."

"Well, thank you, Professor." Tom gave a slightly shy smile.This made Eleanor almost stunned.

When Professor Slughorn left, Tom immediately returned to his expressionless state.He cast a sullen glance at Eleanor, then dropped his head and closed his eyes again.

"Hey, is this how you treat your savior?" Eleanor muttered disapprovingly.

The author has something to say:

Uh, I've been sleeping too much lately, with too few code words... Could it be that I'm about to enter aestivation?