[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Sorry to bother you." Professor Flower's voice came from outside the door, "But I need to confirm with you the class schedule for the second half of the school year, Horace..."

Professor Slughorn put down his glass. "Yes, I'm coming. I'm sorry to excuse you, children." After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the door.

After Professor Slughorn left the office, Willick said suddenly, "One of my uncles got a ticket for the Professional Quidditch League, which is a game of the Bulgarian Vraca Eagles."

"I hear that ticket is hard to get," said Sam Farrell, and Elinor could not help noticing that he still had leaves on his teeth.

"My favorite team is the Fratcha Hawks," another boy said excitedly.

"I prefer the Heidelberghounds." Willick shrugged. "If you like it, I can give you the ticket."

"Really? That would be awesome!" The boy flushed with excitement.

"So what's your favorite team, Tom?" Willick looked at Tom with a false smile.No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to have good intentions.

"I haven't," Tom replied.

Eleanor noticed that his body tensed up instantly.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Willick said with that disgusting smirk, "You grew up in a Muggle orphanage, so you must have never heard of Quidditch."

After he finished speaking, he let out a burst of giggles.

Several other students looked at each other in blank dismay.A few had looks of disgust on their faces, but others stared at them with schadenfreude.

Tom's grip on his wand tightened.From Eleanor's point of view, he couldn't see his expression, but he could only see that he was staring at the fried steak in front of him, as if he had made up his mind not to look at Willick.

"I guess you must be struggling." Willick continued, looking at Tom, who had shortened his robe by an inch. "Tsk—you can't even afford a decent robe."

"Verik!" A senior girl shouted dissatisfied.

Willick spread his hands, "What's the matter? I'm just telling the truth. And I'm going to help him."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slapped it on the table, "This is another ticket, I can give it to you. Of course, it doesn't matter if you want to exchange it for Galleons or something. Mind you, it can be exchanged for at least five hundred Galleons. But I guess you've never seen that much money, have you?"

The boy who had just gotten his tickets from him laughed so quickly that he nearly choked on butterbeer.

At this time, Willick suddenly let out a scream.

"Oh, damn it!" He covered his head, turned his head and roared angrily, "What are you doing?"

Eleanor withdrew her hand.She just shoved her fist into his head.She knew it would make him miserable, like submerging his head in icy water.

"I just wanted to cool your head down," Eleanor said with an innocent look, "because it looks like it's going to burn out."

"You—" Weilik said halfway, and suddenly closed his mouth tightly.Because he saw Professor Slughorn coming in from outside.

In the end, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became slightly awkward, but luckily it ended soon.

On the way back, Tom kept his head bowed and said nothing.Although he seldom talked to Eleanor usually, but this time, Eleanor could feel that the atmosphere was slightly different from usual.

With the moonlight coming in from the window, she saw that Tom's face seemed a little gloomy.He stared at the point in front of him in a daze, as if he was thinking about something.

"What's the matter with you, Tom?" Eleanor couldn't help asking, "You know, you look like the bloody Barrow now—"

Tom stopped abruptly.There was a hint of anger in his expression.

"You know I've had enough of you, Muggle?" he said, throwing his head back in undisguised anger, "I've said it many times—don't talk to me casually, don't meddle in my Life! But you're buzzing in my ears like a bee!"

"How can you say that?" Eleanor's eyes widened in surprise, forgetting her anger for a moment.She had never seen Tom so clearly angry.

"Tom, are you—" she began.

"Shut up! Shut up!" cried Tom angrily. "Why don't you understand?!"

He slammed his fist against the armor standing in the corner.

The armor made a creaking sound, as if expressing dissatisfaction with him.

"—you're crazy," said Eleanor in surprise.

"Damn it!" Tom cursed, took a deep breath, and the expression on his face instantly calmed down a lot.He walked briskly forward, and Eleanor recognized that was not the direction to the Slytherin common room.

"Where are you going?" she asked, following closely behind him.

Tom didn't answer, but went straight to an open balcony.The cold wind blows in from outside the balcony.The whimpering sound from the wind blowing through the castle made Eleanor shiver, and she could almost feel the icy cold touch.

She saw Tom go to the edge of the balcony and hold on to the railing with both hands.He turned his back to her, and in the cold wind, his body, which was thinner than boys of the same age, looked a little shaky.

Eleanor floated quietly behind him.She always felt that now was not a good time to disturb him.But soon she saw that Tom's hand seemed to be trembling slightly as he grasped the railing.

"Are you crying?" she blurted out.

Tom turned his head slowly.That still very immature face was showing a deep expression that an adult should have.The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile, as if mocking what Eleanor said.

"Crying?" He said coldly, "How is that possible."

"But you look like you're going to cry," retorted Eleanor, somewhat stubbornly.

Tom froze for a moment, stroked his cheek subconsciously, and murmured to himself, "I... have never cried."

Eleanor looked at him intently.He looked very different now than usual—although he still had the same cold attitude on the outside, he was still a little different from the previous him.

"What the hell are you thinking, Tom?" she said. "I never know what you're thinking, to tell you the truth."

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Tom frowned.

Perhaps because of being driven by Tom's emotions, her tone became unusually calm and mature.

"...I know you are very angry." There was a complicated expression on her face, "I don't mind if you vent your anger on me, but you know that doing so will not solve any problems."

"I'm not angry with you." Tom immediately replied coldly, deliberately emphasizing the word "anger", "I'm just angry with you."

"No, you're just venting your anger." Eleanor said stubbornly. "Listen, don't care what those guys say—they're just a bunch of brainless idiots who only show their abilities in that way."

"Of course I know." Tom said with a sneer.

"Then you should be very clear that you don't need to be angry for them at all." Eleanor shrugged and said.

"I'm not angry about them," replied Tom, frowning.

"Really?" Eleanor looked at him suspiciously. "I thought you wanted to say a vicious curse to that Werick guy."

"Of course I'd love to say a nasty curse to him to shut him up," said Tom, stroking his wand in his hand, "but I'm thinking more than that."

"What is that?" Eleanor couldn't help asking.

A slightly distorted sneer suddenly appeared on Tom's childish face. "I'm going to ... make them want to forget what happened today."

"Let the snakes bite them?" Eleanor raised her eyebrows.

"Of course not." Tom replied with a sneer.His gaze turned to the balcony, staring at the dark Forbidden Forest in the distance, as if lost in thought again.

After a while, he continued to speak softly: "You know, Eleanor?"

Eleanor opened her eyes slightly.

It was the first time she had heard Tom call her name.

"What?" she asked, leaning forward.

He turned his head and stared at Eleanor with those dark eyes.

At this time, the clouds just covered the moonlight, and those eyes suddenly became darker.

Eleanor's heart skipped a beat.

It was obviously just a child's gaze, but it gave her the illusion that she was being firmly watched by the demon's gaze.

"...nothing." Tom finally said lightly.He turned around, "The curfew time is almost here, let's go back."

The author has something to say: the time will be moved forward a little bit.

The age gap makes JQ more difficult~ I still hope to write that part soon~