[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

On Monday morning again, Eleanor suddenly received a letter from Little Hangleton.

She couldn't contain her excitement when she got the letter from Avery.She once thought in despair that it was impossible for her to receive a reply from Uncle Tim.

Reluctantly, Avery followed her instructions, helping her spread the letter on the table and pressing it down with a teacup so she could read it.

Uncle Tim's reply was very short, only a few short lines, but Eleanor read it several times.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what your purpose is." The letter was written in such a detached and polite tone.

"Your letter said that you knew Eleanor, but you know, my adopted daughter Eleanor is only 12 years old this year, and she has hardly left Little Hangleton. I really can't figure out how you know her. .Also, you are asking a very strange question, and, to be honest, it seems to me a little disrespectful. But I can assure you that both the Riddles and my wife are alive and well. You also, write back Please don't use such strange methods again when I see you - I almost shot your owl with a shotgun when I saw it appear on the balcony."

After reading the letter, Eleanor suddenly didn't know how to reply.

Is it really necessary to tell Uncle Tim that she is Eleanor's ghost?

It's hard to imagine that prudish Uncle Tim believing in ghosts.What's more, in his opinion, Eleanor Alford is still alive and well.

If he really told him the truth, he might just take Eleanor's words as a terrible prank.

It made Eleanor feel a little sad to think that her young self was living carefree in Little Hangleton, completely unaware that she would be murdered six years later.

If she could, she really wanted to tell her 12-year-old self not to do the same stupid thing as her six years later.

But she didn't.She knew that this would only scare the young Eleanor, and she was not sure if doing so would change the established facts in the future, resulting in serious consequences.

In the end, Eleanor found that she could do nothing but stare blankly at the letter from Uncle Tim.

A burst of great depression suddenly came to my heart.

Staring at the familiar handwriting on the letter, she suddenly realized that she missed Uncle Tim and all of Little Hangleton's friends so much.

Suddenly, for the first time, she clearly recognized the fact that she was dead.

She felt as if she was reliving the fear of death when she was still alive.Since becoming a ghost, she has almost forgotten that feeling.

She doesn't want to die at all.

This idea suddenly became clear, and the scene at the moment of her death reappeared in Eleanor's mind.

She clearly remembered the look on the dark-haired boy's face.When he looked at her, his expression was indifferent, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Her eyes fell on Tom, who was reading the Daily Prophet at the table.She tried to imagine that immature face gradually growing into that handsome young face, and then stared at herself with cold eyes.

She found that, if she really wanted to, she could transfer all her resentment to this boy.

At this time, Tom suddenly raised his head, frowned and looked at her with questioning eyes, "What are you looking at?"

Eleanor watched him in silence.

"It's nothing." She whispered hoarsely, then turned her gaze away.

Tom always felt that there was something wrong with the ghost Muggle today.

She has been depressed ever since she read the letter.She was floating in mid-air, with her head down, thinking about something.She didn't even notice that she had floated across the table and into the middle of it.

Tom couldn't help looking at her more than usual.He glanced at her out of the corner of the eye from above the Daily Prophet, and there was a plain plaintive look on her face.A few strands of hair hung down over her forehead, making her look even more wraith-like.

What the hell is she doing?Tom frowned thoughtfully.

Then, he suddenly felt the ghost's sight.He raised his head and found that Eleanor was staring at him with a strange look.

That gaze seemed to want to see through him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.He had felt that way before under Dumbledore's piercing gaze.

He suddenly felt a little annoyed, so he raised his head and asked her coldly what she was looking at.

He had expected the ghost to dismiss him with a few silly wisecracks, as it always did.

But this time it was different. He clearly saw that her eyes dimmed a little for a moment, and then answered him perfunctorily.

For some reason, such Eleanor made Tom feel even more angry.

He could feel Eleanor's resentful gaze from behind all the time.

During the herbal medicine class, she stared at this side without saying a word through the glass window of the greenhouse, and the timid Professor Fassbinder accidentally broke a flower pot.

Fortunately, this is not a permanent change.The next morning, the ghost returned to its usual lively appearance, and smiled and said good morning to Avery.

Tom suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.He found that he would rather she was as talkative and noisy as before, and he didn't want her to follow him in the appearance of a wraith.

In fact, he didn't realize at all that he was slowly getting used to Eleanor's presence.If he really realizes this, I'm afraid he will only be very angry with himself.

There was a Quidditch match at the weekend, Gryffindor vs Slytherin.

Eleanor was as interested in Quidditch as she was in flying lessons.Avery is also very fond of Quidditch and is a fan of the Silver Snowhawks.

He gushed to his buddy Millicent how the Silver Snowhawks beat the Charlie Cannons last season.Eleanor listened to this with relish.

But Tom wasn't interested at all.

This did not surprise Eleanor at all, for she had known that Tom had a habit of refusing anything interesting.Nothing seemed to fuel his enthusiasm except his textbooks.

On the day of the game, all first years were required to be present to cheer for the Slytherin team.So Tom had to give up his plan to spend time in the library.

Tom was stuffed with a Slytherin house flag by a fifth year student.However, he firmly refused to paint his face with silver and green paint representing Slytherin.

After the game started, Tom looked sleepy, yawned lazily and waved the flag in his hand.This put him in stark contrast to the cheering students around him.

Eleanor was quickly moved by other audience members.She joined the students in chanting "Slytherin must win" and even booed with them when Gryffindor scored.

Unfortunately, in the end, Gryffindor's Seeker caught the Snitch and won the game.

"There is a problem with the rules of this game!" Eleanor complained angrily to the other students, "Too many points are added to catching the Snitch, which makes Quaffle's goals meaningless! They should change the rules! "

Eleanor was very serious when she said this.She genuinely felt that the rules of the Quidditch game were flawed.But other students took her words as a joke, so no one echoed her.They were all overwhelmed by the defeat of Gryffindor.

Flint is the Slytherin team's Seeker.He ends up failing to catch the Snitch, costing the Slytherins the game, so some people start to jeer at him.

It puts Flint in a really, really bad mood.He stared at the dinner in front of him, realizing that he had no appetite at all.He felt he needed something to vent his emotions on.

His eyes fell on Tom, who sat across the Slytherin table.

It had been on his mind ever since Tom had scared him with a snake in the bedroom.What annoyed him even more was that Tom had lied to him, which made him very worried that he would be expelled from school.In fact, Professor Slughorn had no knowledge of what happened in the bathroom.

"So what if it's Parseltongue?" Flint thought to himself. "He's still a poor boy from an orphanage. There's no evidence that he's descended from Slytherins."

Thinking of this, he immediately hated this self-righteous boy even more.

At this time, he saw a first-grade girl passing by with a plate of pumpkin pie.So he stopped the girl and ordered, "Give it to me."

The girl hesitated for a moment, and finally gave him the pumpkin pies.

Flint took a vial out of his coat pocket, and when no one was looking, quickly dripped a few drops of the potion on the surface of the top piece of pumpkin pie.

He had stolen the potion from a drawer in the administrator's office, apparently a contraband confiscated from a student.

Then, he put the pumpkin pie on the table in front of him, and quietly pushed it towards Tom.

At this time, Eleanor was discussing the previous Quidditch match with Avery.No one noticed Flint's little movement.

"Come on, get a piece of pumpkin pie." Flint thought to himself, staring at Tom opposite.

"Oh, pumpkin pie." Avery noticed the plate of pumpkin pie and said with some surprise, "Tom, don't you try this? The pumpkin pie at Hogwarts is very good."

"Yeah, try a piece," thought Flint with a snicker.

But Tom just glanced up, and said dryly, "No."

Flint was instantly disappointed.

Then he watched helplessly as the boy named Avery picked up the top slice of pumpkin pie with potion.

After eating half of the pumpkin pie, Avery's eyes suddenly became lax.

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