[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

After Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over, most of the students discussed the events of that class as anecdotes.And Tom didn't say anything about what happened in that class.

He looked the same as before, but Eleanor could vaguely feel that he was in a depressed state.After all, she has been following him closely for two years, and it is not difficult to see some subtle changes in his expression.

That night, Eleanor found Tom tossing and turning in bed.

"Insomnia?" she whispered.

Tom opened his eyes suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Eleanor through the black hair, sighed lightly and said, "It's nothing."

"I thought you were thinking about what happened during the day," Eleanor said. "You know, about the Boggart."

Tom's eyes slid away from Eleanor's face, and he said coldly: "I don't understand what you mean."

Eleanor floated lazily in the air with her hands behind her head, "Because you looked quite surprised at the time. Of course, anyone would be very shocked when they suddenly saw their dead body .”

Tom didn't speak. He turned over and stared at the green curtain without saying a word.

"Fortunately, that Boggart doesn't work for me." Eleanor said half-jokingly, "Probably no one would want to see a giant snake appear in the classroom."

At this moment, Tom moved his lips suddenly and said something.

Eleanor dropped some heights, "Did you say anything?"

"...is that weird?" she heard Tom whisper, his eyes still fixed on a point ahead, "I mean, my Boggart."

"To be honest, I don't think it's surprising." Eleanor said without hesitation, "There is no one who is not afraid of death, isn't he?"

Tom sneered, "But none of the Boggarts turned into my own corpse except mine."

Eleanor was silent for a while.She didn't know how to answer this question.

"...Maybe it's because death is too far away and too abstract for them." Eleanor thought for a long time before replying, "They are more afraid of those specific things than death."

Tom rolled over on his back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.He suddenly laughed softly, and there was not much joy in that laughter.

"I didn't expect you to say such philosophical words." He said with a chuckle.

Eleanor crossed her arms, leaned over to look at him, grinned and said, "Ha, then what have I always been in your eyes? I have also read a lot of books, don't think Muggles are stupid."

Tom was silent for a moment, then said suddenly, "I never thought that way, Muggle."

"What?" Eleanor raised her eyebrows.

"I don't think you're stupid," she heard Tom say very quietly. "On the contrary, I think you're one of the smarter girls."

Eleanor never expected to hear compliments from Tom, her eyes widened in surprise, "You really think so?"

Tom chuckled again, this time with some sarcasm in his tone.

"Of course, it would make you look smarter if you talked less."

Eleanor folded her arms in feigned anger.She saw that the corner of Tom's mouth was curling up, which showed that his mood was much better than before.

"Well, maybe I really talk too much." Eleanor shrugged, "But if one day I really stop talking, you will definitely feel lonely."

Tom didn't respond.

Eleanor blinked, did she really hit the mark?

"Perhaps," said Tom suddenly, in a low voice, with a mocking chuckle. "Talking this nonsense to you seems to be one of my necessary pastimes before going to bed..."

Then Tom stopped talking.He closed his eyes tightly, as if falling into dreamland.

The bedroom fell into silence, only Avery's soft snoring and Eleanor's soft humming could be heard.

On Thursday morning, the list of students who had been lucky enough to join the tour was posted on the bulletin board.The list is said to be the result of a random draw.

Avery sadly missed out, and Abraxas never signed up.

Tom, who was selected, did not show much joy.

On Saturday morning, all the selected students will gather in the hall on the ground floor, and they will go to the Ministry of Magic under the leadership of a Ministry of Magic official.

"Everyone grab a handful of Floo from the jar—" the little wizard yelled, trying to drown out the chatter of the students, "and take turns walking up to the fireplace! We've temporarily opened the Ministry of Magic The Floo Network at Hogwarts!"

When it was Tom's turn, the wizard looked surprised.

"Oh—you're a member of the visiting party, too?" He looked at Eleanor hesitantly, then looked down at the list carefully, and muttered, "I don't remember them saying there was a ghost member."

"Yes, this Miss Eleanor Alford is also a member of the visiting group." Dumbledore squeezed over, winked at Eleanor, and said with a smile, "I think they probably forgot to write their names up."

"Oh, that's good." The little wizard handed the jar over and urged, "Remember to pronounce 'Ministry of Magic' clearly, otherwise you may get lost in the intricate floo network."

Tom frowned slightly, as if he didn't like this way of travel very much.He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stood in the fireplace.

"Ministry of Magic!"

Immediately afterwards, with a whirlwind, Eleanor felt as if she was roughly pulled into the fireplace by something.

Seconds later, she found herself floating above an unfamiliar fireplace.

Tom was getting up from the fireplace, dusting himself with disgust.

Eleanor turned around, and a gorgeous and empty hall appeared in front of her.

The author has something to say: the number of words is a bit small, but I always feel more comfortable breaking here~