[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Just when Avery was thinking wildly, Eleanor suddenly uttered a dream, successfully pulling him back to reality.

"Good night, Eleanor," whispered Avery, then stood up and walked to the door of the boys' dormitory.

Not long after he returned to the dormitory, with the slight sound of the door opening, a figure appeared at the door of the boys' dormitory again.

He went straight to Eleanor's side.After a few seconds of silence, he finally reached out to her.He gently took off the hairpin from Eleanor's hair, and then threw it into the burning stove next to her.The issuing card was immediately burned, leaving only one emerald buried in the ashes.

After doing all this, he turned and left.

Eleanor saw a dark green figure passing in front of her while she was half asleep and half awake.She opened her eyes in a trance, but there was no one in front of her.

She rubbed her eyes, and warmed her hands in front of the burning stove.She didn't notice an emerald lying quietly in it at all.

Everything that happened that night after that was like a hairpin that was burned out, and it was no longer mentioned for a long time.

Eleanor went on very well for the rest of the time.She has already learned all the courses in the second grade, and has mastered most of the spells.Still, there were a few spells she wasn't proficient in using.Not at all discouraged, she decided to spend a little more time practicing.

But Lestrange has not been going well recently.He never expected that what he did secretly would be discovered.

When he returned to the dormitory at night, he found an order confirmation letter lying openly on his bed.He was taken aback, for he was sure he had locked it in a drawer.

Suddenly Tom's voice came from behind him.

"I have a question, why did you mail order these medicinal materials?"

Lestrange turned around sharply with a gloomy face, "You rummaged through my things."

"That doesn't matter," said Tom in a smooth voice, his eyes fixed on Lestrange as if he didn't want to miss a single expression on his face. "The important thing is that these kinds of herbs happen to be needed to make love potions. Are you making love potions, Zachary?"

Lestrange sneered, "What do I make love potions for? To seduce girls? I don't think I need this thing." He picked up the piece of paper and waved it in front of Tom, "Okay, I'll tell you the truth .These herbs were actually bought by Claires. She seems to want to use them on someone.”

And Tom didn't seem to believe him at all.

"Why doesn't she buy it herself?"

Lestrange crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can in the corner.He pretended to be calm and said, "Of course it's because she was embarrassed to buy it herself. There are several medicinal materials in it that are used to make spring medicine."

Tom stared at him in silence for a few seconds, with a cold smile on his lips, "I know what you did, Zachary."

"I didn't do anything. I just—"

Lestrange tried to quibble, but Tom reached out and grabbed him by the collar, holding his wand to his neck.

"Oh, damn—" Lestrange exclaimed, staring palely at Tom in front of him.

Tom stared at him blankly, and said indifferently, "The love potion you made is the worst effect I've ever seen. You should be glad that it only confused my mind for a few days without causing more serious consequences. But -"

Tom's tone turned cold, and the color in his dark eyes seemed to become darker, "——If I find that you dare to poison me again, I will make you disappear from the school without anyone noticing, you know ?"

Lestrange's neck hurt from the poke of his wand.He couldn't make a sound and could only nod desperately.He couldn't read any emotion from the eyes of the boy who was one year younger than himself, as if he was just an item that could be discarded at will.

And then Lestrange suddenly realized vaguely that Tom Riddle might indeed kill him if necessary.

Tom let go and straightened his clothes calmly as if nothing had happened.

"We're having a party this weekend at the old place," he said. "Just remember not to be late, Zachary."

Lestrange nodded.He stared at the young demon leaving from the door, and suddenly found that his hands were trembling slightly all the time.

"Damn it," he cursed.

None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for that lowly Muggle.he thought viciously.

With less than two days left until the exam, Eleanor barely memorized most of the content in the book, but she still couldn't use a few of the spells proficiently.

After most of the students went to sleep, Eleanor began to practice the Flying Charm in the common room, summoning cushions or books from the other side of the room.

But at least seven times out of ten she failed, much to her dismay.

She waved her wand wildly, "Cushions fly!"

A painful cry came from behind her.

"Oh, sorry, my wand poked you—" she said, turning.

Then she was surprised to find that it was Tom.

Tom was covering his poked right eye, frowned at Eleanor, and said coldly, "Are you practicing a spell or trying to gouge out my eye?"

"Practice the spell," said Eleanor. "I'm sorry. But don't sneak up behind me all of a sudden."

Tom went to sit in the armchair next to him, and he didn't look like he was going to leave right away.

Eleanor collected herself and continued to practice her spell.She raised her wand and called out, "Witcher's Chess Begins!"

But nothing happens.

"Shit, I knew it wouldn't work," she muttered dejectedly.

Tom leaned back in his chair and looked at her, while raising his eyebrows slightly, "You should know that the volume of the voice has nothing to do with the success of the spell. You don't have to shout it out loud."

"Of course I know." Eleanor said anxiously, and then tried to summon the chess entry again.

"Your movement is wrong." Tom pointed out Eleanor's mistake again, "and your pronunciation is also a little bit wrong. You should look like this—"

Immediately, he successfully summoned the chess book from across the room, and held it firmly in his hand.

"Do it again, I didn't see clearly," Eleanor begged.

Tom threw the book aside and got up from the armchair.He walked behind Eleanor and grabbed her wrist.

Eleanor hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand, and at the same time said vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"Relax," said Tom, almost lazily, in Eleanor's ear. "I'm teaching you the correct movement—just like this, drawing a perfect arc, and raising the wand."

He said while covering the back of Eleanor's hand with his palm, leading her hand to draw an arc in the air.

Eleanor felt her back was surrounded by hot breath.She felt so stiff that she didn't even dare to breathe out.

Just when she felt her heart beating almost like a drum, Tom suddenly let go of her hand, and her breath disappeared immediately.

"Try it yourself," said Tom softly and lowly.

Surprisingly, this time Eleanor actually succeeded.She tightly grasped the "Basic Transformation Guide" that had just been summoned by the Flying Curse, with unconcealable joy on her face.

"Good night, Eleanor," said Tom softly, "and good luck with your exams."

Eleanor looked back at him in surprise, but only saw a back.She felt that she should thank her, but the words slipped to her lips and were swallowed back naturally.

The next morning, Eleanor woke up feeling like she had forgotten everything she had learned in a one-month surprise.

"Take it easy, Eleanor," Avery reassured her. "I used to eat a candy when I was nervous about exams. Would you like a candy?"

Eleanor looked at the peppermint hard candy that Avery handed over, and sighed, "I can't think about it. I don't think I can pass anyway."

Avery hesitated for a moment, as if wondering how to answer her.

"You have to have faith in yourself," he said, "you'll pass."

But when Eleanor saw the questions on the test paper, she suddenly despaired.Sure enough, there is no way to remember all the knowledge in just one month.

She didn't do well in the written test, but fortunately she did well in the practical test.

She happened to draw the Flying Charm.Now the spell has become her forte.In addition, her excellent performance in repelling the red hat also gave her a lot of points.

"You are a very potential wizard." Even Professor Slughorn gave her such an evaluation, because her steps in making the refreshing potion were almost perfect, even she was secretly surprised.

In the end, they went so far as to declare Eleanor a pass.

"Practice is the most important thing. As for the written test, we can take our time, right?" Professor Mellors said to Eleanor with a smile. Now she has become one of his favorite students.

"I passed!" Eleanor hugged Avery excitedly, and she felt Avery's body stiffen instantly.

This made her somewhat embarrassed, so she quickly let go of him and smiled awkwardly, "Let's go out to celebrate this weekend! Celebrate that I'm finally free from the exam!"

"You're not relieved. You forgot that there are final exams at the end of the year." Abraxas pointed out this fact inappropriately.

"But it's still more than half a year away! Think about the coming Christmas, we still have a lot of time to have fun!" Eleanor said with a smile.

In the end, the three of them decided to go to the Three Broomsticks to celebrate at the weekend, drink some butter beer or something.

Eleanor had never had butterbeer.

When she saw three big golden cups of frothy drinks being served, she couldn't help but feel good to be alive again.She picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, a wonderful warmth flooded her body, which was simply the best enjoyment in early winter.

Just when the butterbeer of the three of them was about to bottom out, the three

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I can't afford to vomit blood...

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