[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

"We have to talk," said Eleanor to Tom.

Perhaps because her expression was very serious and looked completely different from usual, Tom did not choose to ignore her.He raised his head and looked at her, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Eleanor hesitated.She suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Tom reminded impatiently, "Don't waste my time."

Eleanor decided to cut to the chase and tell the truth.

"I know who killed me," she said.

Probably because Eleanor's words were too sudden, Tom suddenly showed a surprised expression, "Really?"

Eleanor stared into his face without saying a word.

Her gaze seemed to make Tom uncomfortable.He frowned and said dryly: "Well, congratulations on finding the murderer. So what do you want to do, take revenge on that person?"

"No, of course not." Eleanor said, "Actually, that person...you are very familiar with it."

"What are you trying to say?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

"What I want to say is that the person who killed me was actually—" Eleanor paused, her pearly white eyes staring directly into those pure black ones, "It was you."

"Me?" Tom opened his eyes wide and stared at her incredulously, "You said I killed you?"

"I'm afraid that's what it is," replied Elinor, with a sigh.

At this time, Tom suddenly let out a short laugh, and stared at Eleanor suspiciously, "You're joking, aren't you?"

"No one would joke about such a thing." Eleanor said seriously. "Remember last time? I told you that I died in [-]."

"No, I'm sure you didn't," said Tom, frowning. "Is something out of your head? It's [-]."

"Well, I don't seem to have said it. But that's not important." Eleanor waved her hand impatiently, "The point is, I was killed in [-] by a man with the same name and surname as you, who was born murdered by a boy who looked very much like him."

Tom's brows were suddenly furrowed.

Eleanor added: "Besides, he is a wizard just like you. Do you believe that there will be such a coincidence in this world? I mean, the number of wizards seems to be small in the first place—there can be such a coincidence in this world." A few wizards who look similar to you and match your age? So I think that person is probably...you."

Tom squinted a little into her face, as if to make sure she was crazy.

"That's utterly surreal," said Tom, frowning. "I don't believe you. Are you sure you didn't imagine that?"

"Of course not!" Eleanor said dissatisfied.

"So?" Tom said blankly, "Even if it's what you say, I'll kill you in a few years, so what?"

"So what?" Eleanor's voice suddenly became a little higher, "That means that you will become a real murderer in the future! Isn't this important to you?"

"That's impossible. I'm not going to be like that," said Tom firmly.

"No, that's entirely possible." Eleanor said angrily, "Don't forget, you almost killed your classmate with a poisonous snake not long ago."

"So, in your eyes, I'm very likely to become a cold-blooded murderer?" Tom looked up into her eyes. "Well, I admit that I do think some people really deserve to die—"

Eleanor immediately crossed her arms.

Tom continued: "However, this does not mean that I am willing to kill them with my own hands. So, I think those are either the product of your delusion, or you are making up lies to scare me."

"Of course I didn't!" said Eleanor angrily. "Do I look like the kind of fool who would joke about my own death?"

Tom raised one corner of his mouth and showed a mocking smile, "Yeah, that's right. Your evaluation of yourself is quite accurate."

Before Eleanor started to get mad, he picked up the Potions textbook on the bed and strode out of the dormitory.

Eleanor had imagined Tom's reaction many times after learning the truth.But she did not expect Tom to deny her words without hesitation.

But just like this poisonous snake incident, Eleanor has no evidence to prove that Tom is the culprit.

This made Eleanor feel very depressed.She began to give up on herself a little, thinking that even if she really convinced Tom to believe what she said, so what?

"He's just a cruel, tyrannical brat without compassion," thought Eleanor exasperatedly. "No one expects him to get better."

In the afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the elderly Professor Mellors asked for leave because of a back discomfort.He had a substitute teacher give the students homework to study on their own.

Soon, the substitute Professor Flower left the classroom.

The Gryffindor boys couldn't sit still any longer.They start whispering, throwing paper balls at each other, or playing a game of chess on paper.

Relatively speaking, the children on the Slytherin side were much quieter.But they also gradually lost their patience and began to stir up.

Soon, almost no one was studying.The students began to chat in groups of three or four.Some Gryffindor students even doodle on the blackboard.

But Tom still sat in his seat without moving, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

He looks like a good kid who loves to learn.thought Eleanor.

Suddenly, a commotion caught Eleanor's attention.

Not far away, she saw several Slytherin boys surrounding a thin girl.The girl showed a crying expression, "No, I said I didn't mean it! I was just practicing the spell—"

"Didn't do it on purpose?!" One of the boys pointed at his hair and yelled at her angrily, "Look at my hair! How dare you say you didn't do it on purpose?"

Only then did Eleanor notice that a large piece of hair on the top of his head was scorched.

"Hey, stay away from her." A Gryffindor boy came up and said.

"Go away, Longbottom!" cried the boy.

"You should go away, Crabbe." The boy named Longbottom said without fear, even though he was half a head taller than him.

"Oh, you want to be beaten, don't you?" the boy roared angrily, pumping his fists.

The girl looked at them nervously. "Oh, Neville, leave him alone! I'm fine."

"Don't worry, Augusta." Longbottom comforted her, "I won't let him bully you." He turned his head to look at the boy named Crabbe, as if he wanted to show a little heroism in front of the girl Come on, "Why, do you want a fight, Crabbe? I'll do it."

Crabbe was instantly enraged.He threw his fists at Longbottom.

Startled, Longbottom dodged awkwardly and drew his wand.

"You can't use a wand, fool," he cried. "Aren't you a wizard?"

Crabbe flushed with anger.He immediately pulled out his wand, "Hurrah!"

Longbottom was hit by the spell, and he was suddenly out of breath from laughing.He pointed his wand at Crabbe tremblingly, "All petrified!"

Crabbe suddenly stiffened and fell down.

"You know that spell!" the girl exclaimed in surprise. "That's amazing, Neville!"

Neville blushed suddenly, scratched his head and said, "Oh, it's nothing."

At this moment, Professor Melles, who was supposed to rest in bed, suddenly walked into the classroom.

All the students hurried back to their seats and sat down.

"Are you studying hard, children?" Professor Mellors said with a smile, and then he saw Crabbe lying on the ground.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! What happened?" he said in surprise.

"He attacked Vader!" a Slytherin boy yelled, pointing at Neville.

"No, Crabbe did it first!" the girl named Augusta quickly explained, "He hit Neville with a grin and a whoop!"

"You lied!" said another Slytherin boy.

"Stop." Professor Mellors frowned and interrupted the students' chatter.He cast his eyes on Tom, who was sitting quietly in the corner and seemed very out of place with the other children, "Okay, Tom, you come and tell me what happened?"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Tom.

Eleanor couldn't help but look at him too.

Tom raised his head, and after a brief silence, he said slowly, "It was Neville Longbottom who provoked you first, sir."

Neville quickly shouted, "He is also a Slytherin, of course he will speak for Slytherin! It's not fair!"

"So you were the first to provoke, Mr Longbottom?" Mellors looked at Neville sternly.

Under the gaze of the old professor, Neville gradually lost his confidence, "Okay... I did provoke him, but—"

"Two points from Gryffindor," Mellors said gravely. "I don't want any excuses." He walked up to Crabbe and broke the spell.

"Also, in detention—" Professor Mellors went on, "both of you. I remember the lesson was for you to read quietly, not to draw out your wands and cast spells on each other."

After he finished speaking, the expression on his face softened instantly, "I hope you can learn more from Tom. He is a role model for you to learn from."

The author has something to say: Neville's grandfather and grandmother appeared here~

In addition, there is another surname that appeared in another article of mine~hehe~