[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Tom stared at the full-length mirror in front of him.

He is more than two inches taller than when he started school last year, and the childishness of his peers is almost completely gone from his face.He raised his hand to briefly comb the smooth black hair, and looked at the pair of dark eyes in the mirror.

From the corner of the mirror, he could see the pearly white ghost floating behind him—as usual, the female ghost was holding the back of her head, spinning slowly while staring at the ceiling in a daze.He never knew what she was thinking about every day, or if she was thinking about nothing at all.

He suddenly realized that the ghost had been following him for two full years.Although it was not voluntary, Tom gradually found that he was completely accustomed to her presence.

He even subconsciously looks at the ceiling every morning when he wakes up, looking for signs of ghosts.

At this time, Tom found a second-grade girl sitting near the fireplace not far away, watching his back in a daze.

A sarcastic sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and then he tidied up his messy bangs a bit, then turned around and walked towards the exit of the common room.

"Good morning." Avery greeted Tom listlessly, sitting at the table.

Avery has been a different person since school started.He began to become taciturn, often sitting there alone in a daze.

Tom, who is accustomed to observing words and expressions, noticed this at the beginning, but he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he felt that it was a good thing for him to lose a noisy roommate.

Tom had planned for the entire school year during the holidays.Not only studying, but there are many things he can't wait to accomplish.He has no time to waste time on trivial matters.

A few students were chatting across the table about their vacation trips.For Slytherin students, flaunting the family's financial resources to each other seems to be a common thing.

Tom snorted coldly.Compared with those seemingly carefree students, he thinks about far more things, or in other words, what he desires far exceeds the imagination of those peers.

Tom is well aware that the things he thinks about every day now are enough to surprise any adult.And these plans had already begun to take shape when he stepped into this school.

"Good morning, Tom." Abraxas came to greet him.

Tom turned his head and flashed a friendly smile. "Good morning, Abraxas."

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the blond boy sitting next to him—from the prominent Malfoy family, he had been respected and noticed by other students since the first day of school, no matter in terms of money or status, Abrak Boys like Sass already had an absolute advantage before they were born.

This is almost the exact opposite of Tom himself.

Although he was very reluctant, he knew that the title of Descendant of Slytherin was not enough.The reason why people curry favor with the Malfoy family is because doing so can bring them corresponding benefits.

Even Slytherin, who admires blood, is the same.Compared with a "descendant" from an orphanage with no background at all, people are obviously more willing to flirt with someone like Abraxas Malfoy.

This is the inferiority of human beings.thought Tom contemptuously.

In the face of interests, they are like a group of flies that see rotten meat, thus forming a hypocritical and fragile alliance.And when they are dominated by fear, they will not hesitate to betray their allies.

Although he looked down on these guys from the bottom of his heart, Tom knew that he needed an ally like Abraxas very much now.

So he maintained a certain friendly attitude towards Abraxas, especially in front of other people, he would pretend to be very familiar with him.

Just like he planned, everyone now thinks the two of them are good friends.Of course, there is also Avery, whose mother came from a famous wizarding family.So more people began to get close to Tom, trying to join their enviable small group.

But Tom hadn't let others get involved in their thoughts just yet.That's not the first thing he has to do now.What he does most every day is to study magic eagerly.What the professors taught in the classroom could not satisfy his thirst for knowledge at all.He read a lot of books borrowed from the library, and even began to try to practice magic in the upper grades.

His favorite subjects were Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he knew what he was really interested in.

What he really wanted to know more about was actually black magic.

No other kind of magic is as attractive as black magic.It is powerful and mysterious, like a treasure hidden behind a black curtain, or a Pandora's box that tempts people to open.

Most of the black magic is full of bloody smell, which is enough to make ordinary people frightened, but Tom thinks that is just a coward's idea.They are afraid of too much power, so they regard black magic as taboo.

But Tom was not afraid.

When he first learned about black magic, he was full of curiosity about it.

It's a pity that the Hogwarts library can only borrow books about black magic in the □ area, and only senior students are eligible to read their contents.The school curriculum certainly doesn't include the Dark Arts in its plans.He can only temporarily feel its charm from the few words mentioned in the books borrowed from the general book section.

He began to briefly record the books he read every day and the completion of his daily plan in the black leather diary he bought from Diagon Alley.He seldom wrote trivial things in his life in his diary, and only occasionally wrote a sentence or two about the Muggle ghost.

"She expressed concern about the news in the Daily Prophet today," Tom wrote. "It's just a stupid war between Muggles, and they will never reach Hogwarts. Besides, she is dead. Well, the most advanced Muggle weapons can't hurt her, can they?"

He suddenly felt a familiar and cold breath coming from behind him.

"what are you writing?"

He turned his head and saw a smiling face staring at him curiously.It's annoying, but he has to admit that she's pretty when she's smiling, otherwise there wouldn't be so many boys who couldn't help staring at her - apparently, she herself didn't notice it at all .

Damn, it's a good thing she's just a ghost.thought Tom angrily.Otherwise he would have to deal with the staring eyes of more boys in heat.

Thinking of this, Tom suddenly came back to his senses.

Oh hell, what the hell was he thinking?If she wasn't a ghost, he wouldn't have to worry about it at all, would he?

So he slammed the book shut, and locked it firmly in the drawer at the head of the bed.

"Good night, Tom," he heard the ghost's voice whisper.

Good night.He said silently in his heart, and soon fell asleep.

The author has something to say: This chapter tells the story from Tom's perspective

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Looking for a few cannon fodder names~ just English names

Anyone willing to contribute their English name so that I can use it?Smiling. .

Well, it's just because the name really hurts~~