[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Eleanor was so frightened that she almost threw her wand.She walked quickly, stepping over the unconscious boy on the ground, and opened the door.

Standing at the door was Cloris Parkinson in pajamas with a sleepy face. She lived next door to Eleanor. "I heard some movement, what happened?"

"Nothing," Eleanor replied, and quickly hid her wand behind her back. "Uh, sorry to bother you."

Cloris looked at her suspiciously, and cast his eyes into the dark room, "Why didn't you light the lamp?"

"Oh!" Eleanor blinked uneasily, "I'm used to sleeping in the dark."

"Okay." Claire shrugged, turned and left.

Eleanor slammed the door and fumbled to light the kerosene lamp on the table.

Under the dim light, the figure of the boy lying on the ground could be clearly seen.

"Oh, my God—" Eleanor exclaimed again, "what the hell have I done?"

Before she finished speaking, Tom suddenly moved his eyelids and let out an indistinct groan.He clutched the back of his head and got up from the ground, obviously knocking his head accidentally just now.

"Damn, what happened?" he said, his voice surprisingly childish.

Eleanor stared at him blankly, and said hesitantly, "Uh, Tom..."

"What's going on?" Tom frowned, then gasped, "Hiss—hell, my head hurts like hell—"

At this time, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He looked down at his shirt and school gown piled loosely on him.He raised his hand and looked at the palm that had obviously shrunk a lot.

Eleanor waited in horror for him to scream and wake everyone up, but he didn't.

He just raised his head, stared at Eleanor for a few seconds, and then asked slowly, "Is this a spell you cast, Eleanor?"

"I think, maybe... yes." Eleanor stammered a little. "God, I did it!"

"The Rejuvenation Curse," Tom whispered, as he dusted himself off from the floor.

"Yes, that's the spell." Eleanor said, and then quickly added, "This spell can be automatically restored—"

"Of course I know." Tom interrupted Eleanor coldly, but unfortunately the immature voice made the effect of his tone a lot less effective.

Eleanor stared at Tom uncontrollably.He definitely looks no older than six now.The short curly black hair is raised up playfully, a pair of dark eyes are looking down at his body, and the white cheeks are slightly swollen - it looks like it makes people want to pinch.

Eleanor thought so, but endured without reaching out her hand.She hadn't forgotten what had happened before - just a few minutes ago, she had been held to her neck with a wand.

But now the wand was being firmly held by Eleanor, and Tom had turned into a five-year-old child, without any ability to resist.Eleanor suddenly realized that now was a good opportunity for revenge.

"Give me back the wand," commanded Little Tom, spreading his palms.It's a pity that he doesn't look imposing at all now, just like a wayward child who wants toys.

"No." Eleanor said.

Tom's little face immediately darkened.

"Children can't take such a dangerous thing. I will return it to you after you recover." Eleanor said with a smirk, then raised her wand, thinking about what spell to try.

Tom stared at her, flushing with anger.Perhaps because he has become a child, almost all his emotions are written on his face now.

However, his scowl quickly subsided a little, and he seemed to be thinking about what to do next.

"It's all your fault, Eleanor." He crossed his arms and said coldly,

Eleanor said angrily: "That's not the case! You forgot who broke into my bedroom in the middle of the night?"

A look of confusion appeared on Tom's face, "Yes, I did." He shook his hand impatiently, "Unfortunately, I can't think of any reason for doing that now."

"What?!" Eleanor nearly jumped to her feet. "Oh, for God's sake! Don't tell me you don't know why you want—want—" She stammered, Finally, he finally said the half sentence, "——want to kiss me forcibly!"

Eleanor's words made Tom's expression change instantly.He looked down at his toes, looking a bit like a shy child.But Elinor knew very well that he would not be really shy.

"I think I probably know what's going on." He said with a bad face, "I will solve that problem."

"what is the problem?"

"None of your business," Tom replied dryly.

Eleanor glared at the little black-haired boy sitting on the bed.

Well, she admits that he does look very likable now, but his words are still quite irritating.

"You're going to cover me until I'm back to normal," Tom said again, and then let out his usual sneer. "I don't want anyone to see me like this, understand?"

"What if I say no?" Eleanor took out her wand and flaunted it in her hand, "Don't forget, your wand is still with me."

Tom raised his head and looked at her unwaveringly, with a strange smile on his immature face, "Then I also have to remind you - the rejuvenation spell you used is a black magic spell prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Magic, and those who use it are locked up in the wizarding prison of Azkaban."

"I don't believe you." Eleanor said hesitantly, "This spell is harmless."

"That's under the condition of successful use." Tom said coldly, "You should have noticed when you peeked at that book, it clearly stated the possible consequences of using it in failure - the most serious consequences would lead to death , so you almost killed me just now."

Eleanor was taken aback by Tom's words.She had to admit that she really didn't read the paragraph about "Consequences of Failure" carefully.Now she has no memory of what was written on it.

"Okay, I'll help you." She had to say reluctantly, "Then what are you going to do tonight?"

Tom walked to Eleanor's bed and patted the soft bed, as if testing the softness.Then he jumped on the bed and sat down, saying in a natural tone, "I'll sleep here tonight."

"What?" Eleanor glared at him, "No, you can't sleep here!"

If he recovered tomorrow morning, the others would see Tom coming out of her room.Eleanor couldn't imagine the reaction of those people.

"But I can't go back." Tom said coldly, "I'm sharing a room with Lestrange now, and he'll definitely tell the story."

"Ha, so you don't trust him at all? I thought you were friends!" Eleanor said.

Tom ignored Eleanor's words.

"I'll wait here until I recover." He sat upright on the bed with a serious look, "By the way, I need a recovery potion made from mandrake so that I can recover my original health before dawn." look."

"You mean, you want me to go to the school hospital to steal a bottle for you?" Eleanor quickly understood what Tom meant.

"Of course," said Tom coldly, "do you want me to go by myself?"

Eleanor sighed.

Prying into the school doctor's cabinet in the middle of the night to steal things, what a fun and exciting pastime, she couldn't wait-well, that's actually an irony.

"I'll go," she said, and added, "Don't run around until I'm back."

The boy looked up at her with a snort.

Just before she closed the door, she heard Tom's voice say: "... remember the opening spell, Alahho will open."

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