[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor felt like she was floating in mid-air.

She slowly opened her eyes, the surroundings were vast and white, and she couldn't see anything, as if everything was shrouded in thick fog.

She blinked, tried to move her body, and found that her body became very light.She hasn't had this feeling of total weightlessness in a long time since she was able to touch things.

There was silence all around, and nothing could be heard.

She turned around in a circle, and suddenly heard a familiar bell in the distance.She remembered that it was the bell of Little Hangleton Church.

The moment she realized this, the fog around her suddenly gradually dissipated.She felt her body begin to sink, and finally stepped on solid ground.

She found herself standing on the path in the village of Little Hangleton.

All kinds of flowers bloomed in the lush hedges on both sides of the path. She still vaguely remembered running and playing on this path many times when she was a child, weaving the wild flowers she picked into crooked garlands and wearing them on her head.

Looking forward along the path, she saw the white house hidden behind the mist.

That was the house where she lived with her parents.

She floated forward, gradually approaching the house.She heard nothing but the rustle of blades of grass in the breeze.

She came to the house and looked up at the windows on the second floor.A purple curtain fluttered from the open window like a tiny flag.

She pushed open the gate of the gate and went into the garden in front of the house.The swing set under the tree by the door was swinging slightly back and forth, as if someone had just pushed it gently.

She came to the swing and sat down.She stroked the swing ropes, imagined her father building it, and began to swing back and forth.

She closed her eyes slowly, listening to the creaking sound of the swing.The flow of time began to become meaningless, and she began to enjoy it all quietly.

After school started, everything looked as usual at Hogwarts.The news about distant wars in the newspapers was not enough to break the peaceful life of the students as usual. The most terrible thing that happened to them was confinement and failing exams.

Only a few people noticed that things had changed.They noticed that the female ghost no longer appeared in the Slytherin common room.But they didn't take it to heart, because she was just a ghost to them after all.I believe that after a period of time, most of them will slowly forget her.

Still, there are those who, like Avery, are still bitter about the ghost's disappearance.

Avery didn't believe that Eleanor would disappear so inexplicably.

Since his mother's death, he has become suspicious and anxious.Those relatives would harass them once a month, hoping to get a piece of Mrs Byrne's estate.The whole holiday was a torment for him, he had to deal with annoying relatives instead of his father, who was too busy.

After these things, he found himself getting farther and farther away from the little boy he used to be, and sometimes he couldn't even recognize himself in the mirror.For example, he has long since ceased to be afraid of the dark, and he no longer habitually believes what the people around him say.

He shared his doubts with his father.His father felt very relieved.

"You've got to be a little man, Avery," his father said to him, "and that's what your mother wanted to see. So I'm glad you've grown up—you're not a kid anymore, you know? "

Yep, he's not a kid anymore.

He found himself realizing this later than most of his peers, especially compared to his roommate.

When he learned to look at everything around him from another angle, he found that Tom Riddle was more scheming than anyone else.So he didn't think being alienated by that boy was a bad thing.

But Eleanor Alford, that heartless ghost, still thought Tom was their friend, and had even seriously discussed with them the idea of ​​Tom returning to their circle.

—that silly girl.

Every time I think of Eleanor, the thought pops up in Avery's head.He had never seen a guy who trusted others so easily.Only she didn't notice Avery's change at all. Her attitude towards him was the same as when he was 11 years old, although this occasionally made Avery feel a little angry.

But Avery doesn't hate that.

Every time he stays with her, he feels very relaxed.Because he knows that only she will not deceive him.He had thought for a while that Eleanor was his only real friend, but he would never tell her that thought because it would surely make her get carried away.

During the holidays, Avery made a trip to Diagon Alley to buy books for the next school year.When passing by a shop, he was attracted by a hairpin inlaid with dark green gemstones in the window.

The round green gemstone was embedded in the black flannel, like green eyes between the black hair.He involuntarily raised his leg and walked in.

A few minutes later, he suddenly realized that he was walking out of the shop holding the small box containing the hairpin.

"Since you've already bought it... let's give it to her." He sighed and said to himself, then put the box into his pocket.

A few weeks passed quickly, and one evening, when Tom Riddle came back from Hogsmeade, he pushed open the door of his bedroom and found Avery sitting on the bed staring at him intently.

"What were you doing?" Avery said, with a questioning tone in his tone, "I saw you and Lestrange and the others entered the Pig's Head Bar."

Tom sat on the edge of the bed and sneered mockingly: "Why do you care about what I do every day?"

Avery's face flushed slightly, "Some say you are studying black magic."

"Someone said it? Who said it?" Tom narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and said casually, "So what if it is?"

Avery opened his mouth, looked at him hesitantly for a few seconds, then clenched his fists as if making up his mind, "Where is she?"

"What?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I'm talking about!" Avery stood up from the bed and took a deep breath. "Tell me, where did she go?"

"I told you," replied Tom dryly.

"Of course I know you said—you said she went home," Avery said.

"Yes, that's what it is."

Avery stared at him for a few seconds, then pulled something out of his coat pocket.He held the chain and let the black stone ring dangle in front of Tom.

"If that's the case, why is this ring in your locker?" Avery demanded.

The expression on Tom's face instantly became gloomy, "How did you open my locker?"

"That doesn't matter!" Avery said irritably. "Tell me, why is it here with you?"

"Of course she gave it back to me," said Tom coldly. "It was mine."

Avery looked slightly shaken.He gripped the ring tightly, "I don't believe you."

"Whatever you want," said Tom, his hand nonchalantly reaching for the pocket of his robe. "Give it back to me now."

Avery took a half step back vigilantly, and quickly drew out his wand, "Don't try to cast a spell on me, unless you want to compare someone's speed."

But Tom looked at him with a mocking expression, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

"I'm not like her, I never believed you," said Avery, staring at Tom intently, feeling his palms sweating as he clutched his wand.He could not read anything from Tom's dark eyes.His voice trembled slightly, and his tone gradually became irritable, "Eleanor told me that she would write to me during the holidays, but I didn't receive a single letter. She wouldn't leave without saying goodbye like this. "

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Tom sneered. "You don't think I'm hiding her, do you? What good does it do me?"

Avery hesitated for a while, "Maybe she saw something she shouldn't see."

"What's the wrong thing to look at?" said Tom slowly.

"For example—what you and your group of friends are researching." Avery replied in a low voice.

Tom let out a chuckle. "I admire your imagination very much, Mr. Bourne. Then I suggest that this conversation stop here, because I really have nothing more to say."

The author has something to say: Let's set up the characters again.

Name: Avery Byrne

Sex: Male

Sexual Orientation [*Important]: Heterosexual. PS. Really not gay. [Avery: Huh? ! 】

Age: 14

Height: 169.9cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Favorite food: All kinds of barbecue

Favorite type of opposite sex: Women who are older than themselves

Most hated subjects: Transfiguration, Arithmancy and Divination

Favorite subjects: Potions, Herbalism

Biggest dream: to be a therapist

The most feared thing: the claws of cats [Avery: = mouth = no! 】