[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

One weekend in April, a notice was posted that caused a stir among the students.

That is, the Ministry of Magic has decided to set the next weekend as a visit day, and they will select fifty lucky students from the registered students to form a visit group.

"I've been to the Ministry of Magic a long time ago. My whole family works for the Ministry of Magic, and one of my uncles is in the Department of Mysteries." A boy took the opportunity to show off loudly to the people around him, as if he was afraid that some people would not know this. of.

Eleanor knew him. His name was Willick, and he was a member of the Slug Club.When I first met him, he was going out of his way to show off his Christmas holiday arrangements and openly sneer at Tom.

Eleanor frowned snortingly, and said sarcastically above his head: "It's amazing, I think they have already appointed you as the Minister of Magic, right?"

Several students around suddenly laughed.Willick shot Eleanor a hard look, and cast a contemptuous glance at Tom, who was staring intently at the bulletin board.

Tom didn't notice any of this.He looked at the bulletin board thoughtfully, then turned quickly and walked away.

"But I don't understand why they want us to visit?" It was Avery who spoke, "Wouldn't it be troublesome for them?"

"I heard that there are fewer and fewer Hogwarts graduates who intend to work in the Ministry of Magic in recent years." It was Abraxas who answered him, "The salaries they give to interns are too low, and the jobs are special It’s cumbersome, and many outstanding students would rather choose to go to St. Mungo’s Hospital, which offers better treatment. This is what my father said.”

"Then where do you plan to work in the future?" Avery asked curiously.

"I haven't figured it out yet." Abracasas shrugged. "But these are not things I have to worry about. I have to follow my father's arrangement."

"I'd like someone to make arrangements for me, too," Avery said, resting his chin. "My mother—" he paused before continuing, "she always wanted me to work at the Ministry of Magic. My father always They are all just a small official in the Ministry of Magic, and there has been no sign of promotion for several years, which has always made her very dissatisfied."

"And you, Tom?" Abracasas looked at Tom. "I think you must have a plan?"

Tom was lolling back in the armchair, his eyes on the table. "No, not yet." He chuckled, "We're only in third grade now, isn't it too early to discuss this?"

"That's right." Abracasas said, and then they changed the subject.

Eleanor on the side suddenly felt a little jealous.

They still had a future they could discuss, but her time had completely stopped.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Tuesday, Professor Mellors suddenly decided to give them a chance to practice.

"I just caught a Boggart last weekend," he said to the students, patting the nearby suitcase that was shaking non-stop. The elf is freaking out. We've learned about Boggarts last week, so who remembers what was the most important thing about meeting a Boggart?"

A Gryffindor girl raised her hand and said: "Need to keep calm and try not to get carried away by the illusion of it."

"Exactly," said Professor Mellors. "Then who knows what the spell is against Boggarts?" He looked at Avery. "Avery?"

"Uh, funny funny?" Avery replied, staring at the box a little nervously.

"That's right." Melles said with a smile, "I'll release the Boggart later. You can choose whether you want to fight it or not. Those who don't want to touch it, please step back, others please step forward A few steps—yes, that's right, come forward."

Hearing what Professor Mellors said, Avery took several steps back without hesitation.

Almost all the Gryffindors rushed forward, while only half of the Slytherin students stayed behind, and the others hid far away at the back of the classroom.

Tom stood impassively where he had been.He was fiddling with his wand in one hand, and his eyes were idly looking at the box.

"Now I suggest you think about this question - what are you most afraid of?" Professor Mellors said.

A huge snake immediately appeared in Eleanor's mind.She shivered slightly, wondering if boggarts would work against ghosts.

Then she couldn't help but wonder about Tom's Boggart.She had never seen Tom be afraid of anything.Even during flying lessons, Tom had only expressed resistance to the broomstick.She had never seen Tom look scared.

Soon, Professor Mellors lined them up and confronted the Boggart one by one.

The first to step forward was a Gryffindor boy with red hair.He gripped his wand nervously, staring intently at the box.

The moment Professor Mellors opened the box, a long furry leg protruded from it, and then a huge spider slowly crawled out of it.

The boy raised his wand palely, "Funny funny!"

Immediately, the spider's claws firmly stuck to itself, and it began to roll on the ground.

"Very well, next," said Professor Mellors.

Eleanor stared with interest at the boggart that kept changing its shape.

Giant carnivorous slugs, bloody crocodiles, or unidentified creatures covered in slime, almost every student has a different fear.

Finally, it stopped in front of a Slytherin girl and snapped into a zombie with one eye missing.

"No! I can't do it!" the girl screamed, turned and ran away.The zombie gurgled strangely from its throat, and followed her closely in a strange posture.

"Back off, Phoebe! Back off!" cried Professor Mellors, taking a step forward.

The girl stumbled and rushed straight in Tom's direction, almost bumping into Tom's body.

Tom pushed her away and raised his wand in his hand.

Turned into a zombie, the boggart turned to Tom immediately, its only remaining eye whirled around, and with a "snap", it transformed again.

At this moment, the classroom suddenly fell into a brief silence.

Tom stared at the boggart lying on the ground stiffly, as if he forgot to chant the spell for a moment.

Eleanor couldn't help covering her mouth with one hand.

—that Boggart turned into Tom's corpse.

The corpse stared at the ceiling with its eyes wide open, its face as pale as a piece of paper.

Tom stared at that dead self intently, and his face was no better than that dead self at this moment.

Eleanor stared at Tom's hand, and noticed that the hand holding his wand was trembling slightly.

"Tom, stand back." Eleanor heard Professor Mellors whisper.You could tell he was surprised by Tom's Boggart, too.

But Tom raised his wand again.

"Funny funny," he said dryly.

The corpse on the ground instantly rotted into a pile of white bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, and broke into powder after a few seconds.

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