[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor carefully studied the page with the method of making the compound soup, and then a plan gradually took shape in her mind.

Taking advantage of lunch, she blocked Cloures in the hall and told her her plan.

"You must be crazy!" Cloris exclaimed in surprise. "Do you know how many school rules this violates?"

"But don't you want to teach that bastard Lestrange a lesson?" Eleanor asked back, "You also said you were going to give him the Avada Kedavra. My plan is more reliable than the Avada Kedavra gone."

After struggling for a few minutes, Cloris still couldn't resist the temptation, and finally agreed to Eleanor's request.

On the evening of the second day, Cloris knocked on the door of Eleanor's bedroom with a cloth bag.

"I got them all." She said to Eleanor nervously, "Let me in quickly."

Eleanor sighed and said, "Don't act so unnaturally, Cloures. You look neurotic, and people will be suspicious."

After confirming that the door was closed tightly, Cloris unfolded the cloth bag and took out the contents.

"He keeps asking me what I want these herbs for, I guess he must be suspicious of me. I won't do this kind of thing again, it's almost killing me." Cloris asked Eleanor with a sad face complain.

"Fortunately, Mr. Martin still gave you these things." Eleanor comforted.

"That's because he's guilty of me," Claureus muttered under his breath.

Eleanor picked up a piece of African snake bark and observed it carefully, "If we start cooking today, we can finish it the day before the holiday."

The nice thing about a single dormitory is that you can brew illegal potions to your heart's content without being noticed—as long as you're careful not to let the smell of the potion waft through the cracks in the door.

Eleanor lit some incense in the house to cover up the smell of the potion, but it made her sneeze frequently.In the end she had to give up, deciding that if anyone asked, she would say that she was practicing making a constipation potion.

The process of making the potion went very smoothly. Imagining Lestrange's deflated appearance, Eleanor's mood became much happier.

But the bad news brought by Professor Slughorn made Eleanor's mood drop to the bottom in an instant.

"I've discussed it with the professors. You still have to take the exam at the end of the school year, but we allow you to take make-up exams for subjects whose grades are below pass at the beginning of the semester." After Potions class, the professor said to Eleanor Said.

So Eleanor had to start reviewing all the homework for the fourth grade. She hoped that she could at least pass all the written exams, so that she wouldn't have to read these damn textbooks during the holidays.

On the day before the exam, several students secretly sold a cheating quill that could automatically answer questions among their classmates. Eleanor resisted to buy a pen with the only money she had left.Luckily she did, as it turned out that the quills would be caught by the professors' anti-cheating spells.

Eleanor's written test was abysmal, because she actually fell asleep in the History of Magic exam, and after being woken up by the professor, her face was still smeared with ink.

And the practical exam was a nightmare.

In the Charms exam, none of the spells she chanted worked.But it's better than metamorphosis.

Because she fried apples that needed to be turned into tomatoes into applesauce, and the applesauce splattered on Professor Dumbledore's beard.Professor Dumbledore didn't look angry, but Eleanor was sure he was planning to give herself a failing grade.

The only subject Eleanor felt confident in was Defense Against the Dark Arts.She clenched her wand confidently and stood in front of Professor Mellors, intending to demonstrate a very perfect expulsion spell for the red hat.

She raised her wand and said the incantation aloud and clearly.

The expulsion spell hit the red hat accurately, and the red hat immediately disappeared with a loud cry.

The moment the spell was cast, Eleanor felt dizzy for a while, and her legs softened and she fell to the ground.

So Professor Mellors had to suspend the exam and asked two boys to carry her to the school hospital.

After answering a few questions from Mr. Martin, she passed out on the soft hospital bed of the school hospital.

When she woke up again, she was surprised to find that Principal Dippett was standing beside her bed, talking to Mr. Martin.

"Mr. Principal?" Eleanor said hoarsely.

"Oh, you're awake, Eleanor. Mr. Martin told me about your situation." Principal Dippet said with a smile, "He said this is not the first time you fainted suddenly, is it so? "

"Several times," replied Eleanor.

"Tell me the details."

Elinor gave a rough account of her fainting.Dippet asked questions about details that she hadn't noticed herself.

"So, every time you use the spell, the fatigue and dizziness will become more obvious?" Dippet frowned.

Eleanor was silent for a moment, "It seems so."

Every time she practiced the spell, she would become very sleepy.Especially after taking Defense Against the Dark Arts class, her tiredness will become more obvious.

Principal Dippet fell silent, with a worried expression on his face.

"Mr. Principal?" Eleanor felt a little uneasy.

Dippet sighed, looked up and said, "I've heard of such things. There are some wizards—a very, very small number of wizards will have this kind of situation."

"what's the situation?"

Dippet sat down on the bed next to Eleanor.

"They will feel sleepy and dizzy after using magic, just like your situation."

Mr. Martin continued on the side: "I used to treat such a patient when I was a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital. He was a 12-year-old boy. Since he began to practice the spell, he fainted for no reason. .He sleeps longer and eats more than the average child, but he's still hungry and sleepy all the time."

Mr. Martin sighed suddenly, "The magic is consuming his vitality, but none of us know why. He looks like an ordinary healthy child."

Eleanor could hardly believe what Mr. Martin had said, for the boy's case sounded almost exactly like her own.

"That sounds terrible," Eleanor whispered.

"I'm afraid it is indeed the case." Dippet said worriedly, "and such cases are very, very rare. I heard that such a situation will only occur in one in a hundred thousand wizards, and the probability of its occurrence is even lower than that of a squib. .”

As he spoke, he pointed to an envelope in front of him, which was stamped with the stamp of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

"The therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital wrote to me about your situation, and he hoped that I would let the professors pay attention to your situation."

"But... what will happen to those wizards in the end?" Eleanor asked in a low voice.

Dippet looked at Eleanor hesitantly, as if he was considering whether to tell her the truth.

"Please tell me the truth, Mr. Dippet," said Eleanor, "I want to know the truth."

"They all lost their magic in the end, turned into normal Muggles, and then..."

"Then what?"

Dippet was silent for a while, "Then they will become very weak."

Eleanor always felt that the Headmaster was not telling her the truth.But she didn't continue to ask, but said: "Then what should I do?"

Dippet hesitated for a moment, picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip of the already cold coffee, then looked up at Eleanor, "I can't force you to do anything, child, because we are not your parents, we I can only give you advice. In view of your special situation - because you don't have a guardian, I still very much hope that you will take our advice. My only suggestion is... Give up your identity as a wizard and go back to the Muggle world .”

Eleanor looked at him in shock.

"I hope we made a mistake, but we don't want you to take this risk." Mr. Martin was silent for a moment before continuing, "The boy I just mentioned, his parents refused to let him abandon his identity as a wizard , and still let him learn magic with other children. But he eventually became more and more difficult to control his magic, and finally he was very badly injured in a charm accident."

"How is he now?" Eleanor couldn't help asking.

Mr. Martin and Principal Dippet looked at each other.

"He died," Principal Dippett sighed. "He died shortly after that accident."

A few minutes later, Eleanor left the principal's office with a withdrawal form.

If they had known this would happen, they shouldn't have let her take this exam... Eleanor thought angrily.She spent more than half a month preparing for the exam. If she knew it would happen, she would use that time to practice Quidditch, or try more new magic gadgets.

Almost all the students were excitedly discussing their vacation plans, but Eleanor was not at all happy.She wasn't going to tell anyone about it because she didn't want to scare them.

"How's the compound potion?" Cloris suddenly sat down on the sofa beside her and said in a low voice.

Yes, Polyjuice Potion—Eleanor had almost forgotten that plan after what had just happened.

"What are you holding?" Cloris asked suddenly.

Eleanor quickly rolled up the withdrawal application form, "It's nothing, I'll go and see the situation of Compound Potion."

She pretended not to notice Claire's curious gaze, and walked quickly into the girls' dormitory.

In the remaining days, Eleanor was inevitably unhappy.She told Avery and Abraxas that she was worried about her test scores, and they both seemed to believe it.

Eleanor didn't want the memories of her last days to be filled with the sadness of parting, and she hadn't figured out exactly how to tell them that she was leaving Hogwarts.

On the last day before the holiday, the compound soup was finally cooked perfectly.

After dinner, the two girls stalked a fifth-grade boy as planned.They chose this boy for a reason.

His name is Samuel Locke. He is usually taciturn and has few friends. Although he and Lestrange are in a study group, they are rarely seen together.

Eleanor thought for a long time before deciding to make him her target.

Fortunately, Locke had no intention of returning to the common room.He turned a corner and came to another corridor, which was empty without anyone in sight.Eleanor and Cloris looked at each other, and Cloris immediately raised his wand and whispered a stun spell.

They dragged the unconscious Locke into a nearby broom closet and locked the broom closet door.

Eleanor threw Locke's hair into the bottle, and the hair immediately rolled and blended with the Polyjuice Potion.

"It's disgusting." Cloris said, looking at the viscous khaki liquid in disgust.

"Don't say that, I'm going to drink it later." Eleanor said with a frown.She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and took a long gulp.

It was the worst thing Eleanor had ever drank, and she would never forget the taste in her life.

A few minutes later, a tall, thin, freckled boy in a rumpled school robe came out of the broom closet.

"How do I look?" said the boy.

"Looks exactly like Locke," Cloures replied.

"That's terrible," said the boy livid. "Ugh...I think I'm going to throw up. I still have the taste of that thing in my mouth!"

"You only have one hour." Cloris reminded, "And, don't forget, you are now Locke, not Eleanor Alford, and Locke doesn't speak as sharply as you."

Eleanor took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and pretended to speak in Locke's tone, "Okay...I'm Samuel Locke...Samuel Locke."

"Try stammering a bit," suggested Cloris.

"H-Hello, I'm Sammy...Samuel Locke." Eleanor said.

Cloris nodded with satisfaction, "It's much better."

Eleanor straightened the skirt of her robe, "I think I'm ready, now let's go to Lestrange."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came, which scared the two girls enough.

"What are you doing here, Samuel?"

They turned their heads to look at the person who came in panic.

Nott, one of Lestrange's best friends, was striding towards them.

"Uh, hi, Nott." Eleanor greeted him subconsciously.

Nott immediately frowned at her.

Eleanor suddenly remembered that Samuel would not greet others so warmly, so she quickly shut her mouth, bowed her head and remained silent.

Nott's expression eased a little, "You won't forget the plan for tonight, will you?"

"Uh... what plan?" Eleanor said in surprise.

"Last assembly of the school year! Zachary should have called you last week?" Knott said.

Eleanor and Cloris glanced at each other quickly.

"Oh, yes, the assembly. I remember," said Eleanor.

Fortunately, Samuel usually has such a slow personality, so Nott didn't suspect anything.

"Let's go, don't make Tom wait too long." Nott said impatiently.

"Tom? Tom's here?" Eleanor blurted out in surprise.

"Of course, Tom will definitely be there." Nott looked at Eleanor suspiciously, "What's wrong with you? Did you get carried away by the exam?"

Eleanor smirked a few times dryly.

"By the way, is Cloris going too?" she said.

"Of course not, she is not an official member of us." Nott said with a frown, "If you talk nonsense, I will leave you alone, Samuel."

Eleanor cast a helpless glance at Cloris, it seemed that today's plan had to be completed by herself.