[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

In the early morning of the next day, Principal Dippet was looking down at a document carefully when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said without looking up.

The dark-haired boy opened the door and came in, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you, sir."

A look of surprise flashed across Dippet's face, "Tom! Come in, please." He pushed the document aside, "I didn't expect you to come to me—please sit down."

Tom sat down in the armchair by the desk, looking a little nervous, tapping his hands on his knees. "I think you've heard about that."

"Yes, boy," Dippet sighed, "I was thinking of calling you, but you came to me yourself. So you're ready to tell us what happened Is that so?"

"That's right, sir." Tom took a deep breath, his face full of embarrassment, "I did stumble upon—"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door of the principal's office.

Tom couldn't help feeling very irritable, because he had been thinking about what he was going to say all night, and he didn't want to be interrupted at this juncture.He looked up to the door and saw that it was Dumbledore who had entered.

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at Tom. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be here, Tom. What a coincidence."

Tom greeted him with a slight nod, hiding his uneasiness behind a smile.

What is Dumbledore doing here at this hour?He vaguely felt that this must have something to do with him.

"You need to go to the school hospital," said Professor Dumbledore. He looked at Tom and nodded. "You'd better come together, Tom."

Tom followed behind Professor Dumbledore, constantly thinking about what to say next.

It's all that damn basilisk's fault.he thought angrily.

Maybe it was because he had been in the secret room for too long, the basilisk didn't stay there obediently according to his order, but deliberately misinterpreted his instructions and sneaked out.

His instructions to the basilisk were to allow it to feed in the pipe in the middle of the night, but the basilisk daringly crawled out of the pipe and petrified a stupid Gryffindor prefect.

If his pet snake, Nagini, hadn't tipped the news, I'm afraid he wouldn't be the first person in the school to know about it.

And that idiot Avery insisted on running out at this critical moment to play some bloody hero to save the beauty.Now Tom had to find a way to distance himself from the affair.

He began to regret why he didn't read Avery faintly from behind his back yesterday, as long as he added a memory spell, all problems could be solved.

But he hesitated at the time.

Just a second of hesitation was fatal, because the next moment he saw Dumbledore coming around the corner.Avery then told Dumbledore everything.Now the suspicious man must be wondering if he had attacked Eleanor and the prefect.

And Tom knew very well why he hesitated then.He knew that if he did, Eleanor would never have the chance to wake up.Because he won't let her wake up.

In the middle of last night, he hesitated for a while at the door of the Room of Requirement, and finally made up his mind not to return there.He knew it was in his best interest to do so.

He vaguely felt that he actually hoped that someone would stop him from doing that, so he hesitated at that critical moment.

——And thus created the terrible situation now.he thought sarcastically.Perhaps, all this is the result of his own making.

"Fortunately, you found that mandrake plant that was about to mature," said the school doctor, Mr. Martin, "so I boiled it into a potion overnight." He lowered his head and stroked the girl's forehead, "As you can see, she His body is slowly recovering."

Eleanor's body is no longer a terrible dark color, she is recovering at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.So did the boy lying on the bed next to her.It looks like they will wake up soon.

"Thanks to whoever discovered the Mandrake," said Professor Dumbledore quietly. "You did, didn't you, Avery?"

"No, I'm just telling you the location of the mysterious room." Avery stood aside and muttered in a low voice.His eyes couldn't help but flick to Tom who had just entered the room.

The other party was standing against the wall, his black eyes staring indifferently at Eleanor on the hospital bed.

"So someone hid it there?" Headmaster Dippet frowned. "I remember Horace saying he lost a pot of Mandrakes."

"I believe someone stole it and hid it in that room," replied Professor Dumbledore, turning his head to look at Tom quietly, "Avery said he saw you wandering around the Room of Requirement , and tried to prevent you from taking Miss Alford out, did you?"

Tom glanced at Eleanor in the hospital bed, and he knew that if she woke up, then his lies would be meaningless.So he admitted: "That's true—but I can explain it."

"You did this to her, didn't you?" Avery couldn't help but said suddenly.

Tom turned to look at him and said coldly, "Of course not."

"I don't think so either." It was Dumbledore who spoke, which made Tom raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"Because I believe that no student is capable of doing this," said Dumbledore, "not even a student as good as Tom."

Principal Dippet also agreed, "I very much agree, it must be very powerful black magic to do this—"

At this moment, a faint voice attracted everyone's attention.

"……what happened?"

They turned their heads and were surprised to see that Eleanor had opened her eyes.

"What are you doing, are you having a party?" she said hoarsely, looking around. "This is—the school hospital?"

"You're awake!" Avery said in surprise.

Eleanor looked at the blond boy and blinked, "Well, good morning, Avery. Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"You were petrified, don't you remember?" Avery said with a frown.

"Petrification? What's that?" Eleanor began to seriously recall what happened before, "Wait a minute, I remember I was in Little Hangleton, and I picked a lot of wild flowers and made countless garlands—no, that's not true Yes, it was a dream..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, her eyebrows were tightly knit into a ball.She began to fall into chaotic memory, her mind was like a pile of paste.

"Don't worry, Eleanor," Mr. Martin comforted, "No one is forcing you, you can recall slowly."

"It was him, wasn't it?" Avery interrupted suddenly, pointing his finger at Tom. "He did it to you!" Avery said, looking closely at Eleanor, as if hoping She was able to back up his claim.

Eleanor turned to look at the black-haired boy who was leaning against the wall.

Tom also looked at her blankly at this time, his lips pursed slightly.

Their eyes intertwined in the air for a moment.

Eleanor stared at those dark eyes, and her memory suddenly became clearer slowly.She finally remembered what had happened.

"No, not him," she said softly.

Avery lowered his arms and stared blankly at Eleanor, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Eleanor said firmly.

Tom's expression loosened instantly, and his pursed lips parted slightly.He licked his dry lips quickly, and said hoarsely, "—as I said."

"So what happened, Miss Alford?" asked Headmaster Dippett.

"I'll tell you. But before that, can you give me something to eat? I'm starving," Eleanor said.

Then she saw that everyone was staring at her in shock, even Tom looked surprised.

She gave a smirk. "That's weird, isn't it? Honestly, I don't know what's going on. But, please, bring me some pumpkin pie, thanks."

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