[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Chapter 020 Extra Story 1 If Eleanor Was a Wizard

"Eleanor Alford," Dumbledore read.

A girl with long black hair and a sky blue dress walked over, her little face was full of excitement.She couldn't wait to pick up the sorting hat and put it on her head, then sat down on the chair.

"I really want to go to Ravenclaw." Little Eleanor murmured softly.Because she had known for a long time that it was a college that only smart people could enter.

"Let me see." The Sorting Hat whispered in her ear, "Well... Unfortunately, your talent is not enough, and it is a little bit reluctant to go to Ravenclaw."

"What?" Eleanor jumped up from the chair, only to realize that everyone was staring at her, so she quickly sat back.She whispered dissatisfiedly, "You mean I'm an idiot?"

"Oh, no, of course not." The Sorting Hat explained, "You are indeed smart enough, but you lack talent in some areas."

"What do you mean?" Eleanor blinked.

"For example... Lack of willpower to delve into things." The Sorting Hat replied after deliberating for a moment, "This is a quality that Ravenclaw values ​​very much."

"So, I can't go to Ravenclaw?" Eleanor said disappointedly.

"But it can be seen that you are very brave. Gryffindor is a good choice." The Sorting Hat said.

"Well... Gryffindor," said Eleanor despondently, "The House of the Brave—sounds like a place for big-bodied and simple-minded people."

"No, there are many smart children in Gryffindor." The Sorting Hat argued, and finally decided not to talk nonsense with Eleanor.It opened a gap and called Gryffindor's name to everyone.

Eleanor looked up, just in time to see Professor Dumbledore smiling at herself, "Welcome, Eleanor."

"Thank you, sir," she said with a grin. "I'll try to make myself like your house."

Dumbledore suddenly showed a surprised expression.But Eleanor had bounced away.

First day of school.

"Very good." Professor Dumbledore said approvingly, "Two points from Gryffindor."

Just now, Eleanor successfully turned a match into a needle.

"Sir, I have a question," she said, holding up her hand.

"What's the question?" said Dumbledore, smiling.

"I wondered, what's the point of this metamorphosis?" she said. "A needle doesn't cost much more than a match, and you can just go to a nearby store and buy it."

The students suddenly burst into giggles.

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then looked at Eleanor with a smile, "This is just a way to practice transformation magic, there is no need to delve into its meaning, is there?"

"Yes, you are right, Professor." Eleanor shrugged and replied, then stuck out her tongue at Dumbledore's back.

In the following Potions class, the students were asked to make a scabies potion.

Eleanor stared in amazement at the materials, which contained snake fangs, porcupine quills, and even a slimy, tentacled slug.

"Is what these things make really a potion, and not a deadly poison?" she couldn't help asking.This sentence made the students around snicker.

As a result, what she said happened to be heard by Professor Slughorn.He frowned at Eleanor, with a little dissatisfaction on his face, "Please raise your hand before speaking, Miss Alford."

"Yes, Professor." Eleanor said with a smile.

Afterwards, Eleanor began to make the potion while humming an out-of-tune tune.This kind of thing is more familiar to her than transformation magic.

Professor Slughorn could not fault her, and even nodded slightly approvingly.

Eleanor finished the potion first.

She extinguished the fire, then fanned her potions with a Potions book to cool down, pointing out the mistakes of the student next to her from time to time.

"what--"

A scream resounded throughout the basement classroom.

A boy accidentally knocked over his cauldron, and the unfinished potion splashed on him.Many large red scabies appeared on his face and arms.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Professor Slughorn exclaimed, and walked over quickly.

Before everyone could fully react, Eleanor took the potion she had just made in front of her and poured it on the boy.

The boy let out a scream.

However, the scabies on his body quickly disappeared and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The boy was drenched all over, and stood there blankly, as if he didn't realize what happened for a while.

All the students stared at them in surprise.

It took Slughorn a moment to recover.He clutched his forehead wearily and said, "Well...it is indeed a very effective potion. But don't do that again, Miss Alford."

Soon, Eleanor Alford became a well-known problem student throughout the school.

She got good grades, but always caused some unnecessary disturbances in the classroom.Almost all the professors are very troublesome to her.

"Typical Gryffindor," someone said of her.

Eleanor also gradually discovered that Gryffindor seemed to be more suitable for her than Ravenclaw.Gryffindor students are very interesting, but Ravenclaw students just hide in the library and study.

Her usual dissertations were handled so-so, and she never got a grade higher than a passing grade.Fortunately, she is outstanding in class, so no professor has asked her to take after-school tutoring yet.

However, to Eleanor's dismay, she found that she also had something that she was not good at.

That was the course she was looking forward to the most—flying lessons.

She yelled "get up" dozens of times at the damn broom, but the broken broom just lay motionless on the ground.

She swears an unrefined swear word.As a result, this swear word was heard by the flight class teacher, causing Gryffindor to lose another point.

Finally, she finally rode on the broom—of course, she picked it up from the ground herself.

She flew into the air, only to find it difficult to control the direction of the broom.She ended up going on a rampage with another Gryffindor girl.The two fell from the sky together, the girl twisted her right foot, and Eleanor broke her arm.

Therefore, she had to lie in the school hospital all day.

Eleanor was soon banned from riding a broomstick again until second grade.Her hopes of being on the Quidditch team were completely shattered.

"It's not fair!" said Eleanor indignantly. "It was just an occasional mistake!"

"This is because they think that you are enough to give them a headache just staying on the ground." A voice said.

Eleanor turned around and looked at the person behind her.

It was a very handsome black-haired boy who was slightly shorter than her.

"Who are you?" She frowned and asked, "Why do you look so familiar?"

"Fortunately, Hogwarts didn't really recruit you, otherwise it would be a disaster." The black-haired boy raised one corner of his mouth at her.

Eleanor said angrily: "It's not like that, Tom!"

Huh, Tom?

How did she know his name?

At last she heard Tom's whisper.

"It's time to wake up, Muggle...you know it's not real..."

Oh yes, that's right.She remembered that none of this was true.

Is she dreaming?

Her consciousness gradually blurred...

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