[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Tom stared at her intently.

"Tom Riddle." He repeated the name softly. "I heard you mention the Muggle with my same name and surname. You don't want to say that he is my father, do you?"

"Yes, that's what I meant to say," Eleanor said.

Tom lowered his head slightly, and his drooping bangs blocked his eyes, making it difficult for Eleanor to see his expression.He looked up a moment later, no emotion in his dark eyes.

"Tell me about him," he said coldly, "and everything you know about the Gaunt family."

At this time, several passing students stared at them curiously.

Tom turned and walked out the door until he came to the shore of the lake in the setting sun.

The Huoshaoyun in the distance dyed the sky the color of blood, reflecting on the green lake water.

"Let's talk now," he said, leaning against a tree and looking up at Eleanor.

Eleanor sighed, "I think it's better for you not to know."

"why?"

"Because you absolutely don't like what I'm going to say." Eleanor replied after deliberating for a moment.

But she knew that such a reason would never stop Tom's desire.

Sure enough, obvious anger appeared on Tom's face instantly.

But he didn't really get angry.He looked down and took a deep breath.

When he raised his head again, Eleanor was stunned.

She saw Tom looking at her with a mixture of pleading and helpless eyes.She had never known that Tom would look like that—it was a foul look.

"Please, tell me," he said hoarsely.

"My God." Eleanor couldn't help sighing.She suspected that Tom did it on purpose at all.

She turned her head to look at the lake, "Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Tom stared at Eleanor warily.

"That is, don't cry or get angry after hearing what I have to say," said Eleanor.

Tom frowned, looking at Eleanor suspiciously, wondering if she was playing him.

"I'm not going to cry, and I'm not going to get angry," said Tom firmly. "Can you tell me now?"

"Yes—I'll begin now. Your father is Tom Riddle," answered Eleanor, "a squire of our village, and very handsome—as if he were cut in the same mold as you. "

"I know that already," said Tom impatiently. "And my mother?"

Eleanor shook her head lightly, "Don't worry, I'm about to talk about your mother. If I'm not mistaken, your mother should be Merope of the Great Hangleton Gaunt family."

"...Merope." Tom repeated the name in a low voice, "You know her?"

"I haven't seen her, but I've heard she's a pretty girl, and a nice person," replied Elinor.

Tom stared at her suspiciously. "Really?"

"Of course." Eleanor said without blinking, "her love story with your father is very famous in the village—the two of them eloped, and this incident was once a sensation in our place."

"Elope?" Tom opened his eyes slightly.

"Yes, elope," said Eleanor. "I heard that Mr. Riddle's parents were firmly against the two of them being together. So they eloped." After she finished speaking, she hastened to add, "I think It was a very brave move, as if nothing could stop the two of them from being in love."

Apparently Tom wasn't very interested in whether or not they were very much in love.

He changed the subject and asked, "My mother was a witch, wasn't she?"

"I don't know very well," Eleanor said, "because the Gaunt family is remote, and they don't like to walk around with others. There are many... er, mysterious rumors in their family. Looking back now, they still It really could be a wizard."

"She gave me the Slytherin blood," murmured Tom, looking at the lake.

"It's a pity that the Gaunt family is not prosperous." Eleanor said, "As far as I know, you should be the only descendant in their family."

Tom looked up sharply.

Eleanor felt her throat dry, but she continued to make up lies.

"I'm sorry, but the rest of the Gunters are dead," she said. "Your mother was the only one left, but she disappeared many years ago."

"She died," said Tom stiffly. "She died after she gave birth to me."

Eleanor's eyes dimmed, and she said, "I'm sorry. I think you are probably the only one left in the Gaunt family."

She knew that there was still a surviving member of the Gaunt family, but she didn't want Tom to go back and find them.

Or rather, she didn't want to see Tom go to Little Hangleton at all.

She suppressed the desire to return to her hometown and told herself that she must find a way to dispel Tom's idea of ​​going back to find his relatives.

If he went back now, he would find that his real father, Tom Riddle Sr., had married a new wife, and was spreading those nasty rumors about Merope everywhere.

—Poor Merope.

Although she did not know her, Eleanor had always felt a little sympathy for that woman.

"And my father?" said Tom. "You mentioned he was dead. How did he die?"

Eleanor tried to keep her expression calm.She sighed. "He died of tuberculosis—I'm sorry that the whole family died of it."

Tom just gave a faint "oh", he stared at the lake water, and there were not many emotional fluctuations on his face.

"Do you want to go back to him?" Eleanor asked softly. "I mean, to your father—"

"No," Tom replied grimly, as if the person in question wasn't his own father. "He's not my father. He never raised me, and he's just a Muggle who hasn't lived for a few years."

Eleanor sighed slightly.

She didn't like the way Tom talked about her father.Moreover, the sentence just now made her feel a little harsh, because it reminded her of her own death again.

Fortunately, Tom seemed to believe Eleanor's words for the time being, and he didn't show any intention of going to Little Hangleton.

She didn't know what effect this would have on the future.This somewhat made her feel a little uneasy.But after thinking about it, the worst outcome was just to die again, so she slowly let go of her heart.

After that, Tom stopped asking about his parents.This made Elinor breathe a sigh of relief, because she was afraid that she would make up too many lies, which would expose her flaws.

Soon, Eleanor also quickly put that matter behind her.

She had finally found something to pass the time besides scaring Avery, and that was researching the Hogwarts secret passages with Tom.

She carefully observed all suspicious places in the castle, and sometimes used the ghost's advantage to get into the walls and study the intricate ventilation ducts.

Although Tom said before that he was not interested in secret passages, he still drew a sketch of Hogwarts, and then marked all the places that Eleanor thought were suspicious.

By Christmas, most of the students had gone home.This gives Tom more opportunities to wander around the castle and explore.

Eleanor likes this kind of adventure activity very much, which is better than staying in the basement all day.

"What the hell are you looking for, Tom?" she asked curiously. "Do you think there is treasure buried somewhere in Hogwarts?"

"Probably," Tom answered casually.

This caught Eleanor's attention.She began to pay attention to what Tom was looking for, and sometimes she would float behind him to peek at what he was reading.

One day, she couldn't help asking in Tom's ear, "What is the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?"

Tom seemed taken aback by her.He shut the book abruptly, and looked at Eleanor annoyedly, "I've said it many times, don't speak in my ear!"

"You haven't answered me yet, what is the Chamber of Secrets?" Eleanor said, "You have been staring at that passage just now—Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets legend, which sounds quite mysterious."

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Tom stiffly.He stood up and walked quickly to the bookcase, and put the books back one by one.

Afterwards, Tom never mentioned anything about the Chamber of Secrets, and Elinor herself gradually forgot about this trivial matter.

The author has something to say: Let’s talk about character settings

Name: Eleanor Alford

Age: 17

Appearance: Long black curly hair, green eyes

Height: 172.8cm

Weight: 54.7Kg

Measurements (?): 82cm59cm83cm

Favorite color: blue

Favorite food: Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, cheesecake

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