[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

After school starts, everything is as usual, and everything seems to be the same as the previous school year.

Tom still spends his days in the library studying those dusty books that no one seems to have borrowed for a long time.And Avery has a new friend—Mr. Malfoy, a first-year student.

He once whispered to Tom and Eleanor that it was actually his mother's idea to befriend this Mr. Malfoy, because the Malfoy family is a very prestigious pure-blood family in the wizarding world, and almost everyone in their family It's all Slytherin.

Eleanor sneered at this, and felt that friends made purely for a certain purpose were not true friends.

As for Abraxas Malfoy, there are many junior students who want to curry favor with him.But he only likes to stay with Avery, which may be because the two people's personalities are very compatible.

But Eleanor is more inclined to another reason - that is, this Mr. Malfoy is very interested in Tom.He seemed to have heard from Avery that Tom was a Parseltongue.

So, from now on, there will be one more tail sticking to Tom's side every day.

Soon, Eleanor discovered that this little Mr. Malfoy was actually a pretty good kid.

Although he didn't like to talk, he was very polite, and most importantly, he was the only one of the three who had a good attitude towards Eleanor.

At first he would call Eleanor "Miss Alford".He said she was older than him and dead, so she should be treated with respect.But at Eleanor's request, he finally agreed to call her Eleanor directly.

"I don't think you're an ordinary Muggle, Eleanor," he said once, "because only wizards can be ghosts."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask that question for a long time," Avery interjected. "Maybe you're a Squib with wizard blood?"

Tom raised his head and looked at Eleanor with dark eyes.

"I'm pretty sure my parents were normal people, neither of them could turn a match into a sewing needle," Eleanor replied.

"That's strange," said Abraxas. "Perhaps your ancestors have wizard blood."

"Maybe." Eleanor said disinterestedly, "So what if there is? I don't know magic at all."

"Don't underestimate the power of blood." Abraxas said softly, his immature face showing a maturity that didn't match his age.

Eleanor stuck out her tongue, "I don't really know what bloodlines are for - I just know that my personality is nothing like my parents'. If it weren't for the fact that I have the same green eyes as my father, They might even think they had the wrong baby in the first place."

"Speaking of parents—" Abraxas looked at Tom, "haven't you thought about finding your biological parents?"

Eleanor opened her eyes slightly, while Avery gasped.They all knew that this was a taboo that could never be mentioned in front of Tom.

Tom's face was gloomy as expected, and he said slowly: "Of course I want to look for them."

"I heard that you grew up in an orphanage," Abraxas said, "I think you should start looking for clues there. Of course, this is just my suggestion, you can ignore it."

"Of course I've done that," said Tom stiffly, "but I don't see what it has to do with you."

"I'm sorry." Abraxas said hastily. He finally saw that Tom didn't like others to bring up this topic. "Then..." He turned his eyes to Eleanor as if asking for help.

Eleanor almost rolled her eyes—please, what's the use of seeing her?She wasn't Tom's guardian or anything.

But she coughed lightly, "I think it's time for dinner."

Her excuse was lame, since dinner was more than half an hour away.

Tom raised his head to look at her, and suddenly showed an emotionless smile, "Yes, it's time to go to dinner." After he finished speaking, he quickly packed his books and stood up.

On the way to the hall, Tom walked quickly, throwing the two people behind him far away.

At a corner Tom turned and entered a fork.

"This is not the way to the hall," pointed out Eleanor. "You won't get lost, Tom?"

"Of course not," Tom said softly, and then he found a quiet place and stopped.

"What's the matter with you?" Eleanor asked.

He turned and looked up at Eleanor with those dark eyes.

"...Gaunt Family." He said suddenly.

"What?" Eleanor's eyes widened. "I didn't hear clearly just now—what did you say?"

Tom's lips quivered slightly, which revealed that he was enduring some excitement.

"I just found a clue," he said. "The Gaunt family, the last branch of the Slytherin line - is currently living near Great Hangleton in Edinburgh, England."

Eleanor looked at him in surprise, "The Gaunt family? Wait—I know them!"

"Yes, of course you will know—" Tom narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have read the letter you wrote to your family, and the address is the police station in Greater Hangleton."

"Wait, you read my letter?" Eleanor said in surprise.

"That's not important," Tom waved his hand, as if to repel annoying flies, "what's important is that you do know the Gaunt family, don't you?"

"Of course, everyone in our place knows them. Their family lives in seclusion, they are poor, and they are all extremely arrogant—" Speaking of this, Eleanor suddenly covered her mouth, "You mean, they Actually a descendant of Slytherin?"

"Yes," replied Tom coldly, "if the book I found is not mistaken."

"Oh, God." Eleanor stared blankly ahead.A thought suddenly popped up in her mind.

The Gaunt family, the murder at the Riddle House, the descendants of Slytherin... These fragments are gradually connected in Eleanor's mind.

"Tell me more about the Gaunts," she heard Tom say.There was an unmistakable eagerness in his tone.

She snapped back to her senses, and looked down at Tom with a complicated expression.

"I think I know who your parents are," she said.

The author has something to say: In fact, a lot of coding came out today...

But I want to save the manuscript!So as not to break the magic horse in the future~

I went to sleep contentedly~