[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor walked into an abandoned, empty classroom, where some students had already gathered, and they were probably members of Tom's unnamed "clique".Evidently, their numbers had grown considerably, and among them were several faces whom Eleanor could not name.

"Quiet, now we're going to listen to Tom," one of the tall girls called out suddenly, and Eleanor recognized her as Walburga Black, whom Avery had had a crush on in second grade.

Eleanor followed all eyes and finally saw Tom Riddle.

The handsome young man with dark hair was sitting on the only comfortable sofa chair in the classroom.A dozen ordinary chairs were scattered around him.

"Sit down, my friends," he said softly.

Eleanor stared at Tom firmly, and suddenly felt that the boy in front of her eyes became strange and distant, as if he was a little different from the Tom in her memory.She doesn't like this feeling.

Everyone quickly sat down on their chairs.None of them spoke, all eyes were on Tom, waiting quietly for him to speak.

Eleanor's eyes fell on Lestrange, not because she liked to stare at him, but because Lestrange was the only casual person present.He was playing with his wand with his head down, seemingly uninterested in what Tom had to say.

Eleanor remembered that Tom had just won the prefect a few days before, an event that must have made Lestrange very resentful.

"I'm glad that all the study groups turned up and no one was late," said Tom calmly. "As I said before, I'm not your leader, let alone your mentor. We're equals." friend."

He looked around with a cold and oppressive gaze more like looking at his subordinates, his entourage, rather than "friends" as he said.

"But as a friend, I also hope to get the minimum respect from you. When I speak, I don't want to see you doing other things instead of listening carefully." He said coldly.

A sneer curled up at the corner of Lestrange's mouth, but he stopped playing with his wand and looked up at Tom.

Tom was silent for a moment, then suddenly drew his wand.

"Just recently, I have been thinking about a problem," he said softly, stroking his wand with his fingers, "we need a common name, a name that matches our common ideals. Then, a name suddenly broke through The shackles of thought appeared in my mind."

He raised his wand and quickly wrote a line in the air.

"Death Eaters," he read, "man's greatest enemy is death, and we shall be the first to vanquish it."

Subsequently, almost everyone agreed with the name—at least superficially.

"Death Eaters" sounds like some fanatical and dangerous pagan, Eleanor quips to herself.I'm afraid only a devil worshiper would call himself such a name.

After this was done, they began to chatter about plans for the holiday.

"I suggest blowing up the damn Muggle government. Now that the dark wizards in Germany are trying to do these things, we should respond to them." A boy said loudly.

Walburga sneered and retorted: "That's because the German Ministry of Magic has become an empty shell, so that group of guys can be so unscrupulous. It's a pity that if we do such stupid things, the British Ministry of Magic will be in the first place." Catch us for a moment. Don't forget, we can't use magic outside of school."

Eleanor remained silent throughout, anxiously thinking about how to get out of here.The shapeshifting effect only lasted an hour, and she had to find a way to be alone with Lestrange before she got there.

Fortunately, Samuel didn't talk much at ordinary times, so no one noticed anything wrong.

Tom suddenly interrupted their discussion.

"Quiet," he said, "as Walburga said, we shouldn't be doing risky stupid things like that now. I've warned you before that the only thing we have to do now is learn magic, and the more The more the better. Only those who are really good and know how to use their brains are eligible to join us, not those reckless and impulsive idiots."

Tom's words had an effect, and almost everyone stopped talking.Then, while they were watching, Tom stood up, and he stepped into the center of the crowd, looking at the boy who had proposed blowing up the Muggle government.

"Tell me, Raj, do you remember that most fundamental principle we once agreed upon?"

The boy named Regis muttered under his breath, "Of course I remember. Whatever you do, make a plan first. Never get caught for your negligence."

"Yes, that's it," said Tom. "That's why we were able to learn a lot of magic in just a few months that would never be learned in school, and the professors would never know about it."

As he spoke, he raised his wand again and quickly wrote a line of beautiful golden handwriting in the air.

"Today we're going to learn a very powerful healing spell," he said. "I found it in a very old book. It's been dusty in the X Zone, and it's all made of runes." Written in runes. It cures most common diseases and spell damage."

"Wait, shouldn't we be learning black magic? Why waste time learning some healing magic?" asked a boy, raising his hand like a class speech.

Tom gave him a frown. "I thought the answer was obvious. What do you think, Samuel?"

Eleanor didn't expect to be called by name, she was so startled that she almost jumped out of her chair.

Only then did she realize that Tom was standing in front of her at some point.

She raised her head, stared into those dark eyes for a few seconds, and suddenly felt a nervous feeling of being called by the professor in class.

Almost everyone is looking at her.Eleanor originally wanted to answer directly that she didn't know, but the answer slipped out of her mouth.

"Because a clever poisoner always carries antidote with him." Eleanor replied, "If we want to learn more advanced black magic, we must first learn how to cure them. Many black magics have backlash effects, and many A man will inadvertently put his own life on the line with his enemies—Professor Mellors once said so in class."

Probably because of nervousness, she gave a long answer in one breath.Defense Against the Dark Arts was the only class she didn't doze off, and she was impressed by almost everything Professor Mellors said.

"Yes, that's what I want to say." Tom said with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "It seems that I have to change my impression of you, Samuel."

"That's really great." Eleanor said quickly and dryly.

Fortunately, Tom quickly took his attention away from her.

He started to explain to everyone how to use that healing magic.Then, he took out a cage from the corner, and there were a few small furry animals in the cage.

It was only after Eleanor got closer that they realized that they were actually three newborn kittens.

"Look, they are so cute." Eleanor couldn't help sighing softly.

She turned her head just in time to see Nott frowning and looking at her with slight disgust.

"So cute?" Nott said, imitating her tone. "Can you be more sissy, Samuel?"

Eleanor immediately cleared her throat in embarrassment. Just as she was about to refute, she heard a familiar voice coming from a short distance behind her.

"Get out of the way, please," Tom said softly, as if whispering in her ear.

Eleanor immediately felt goosebumps all over her body, and quickly turned around to let him pass.

"Now, can anyone demonstrate the frozen fire we learned about last week?" Tom said to the others.

"I'll do it," Walburga said first, raising her wand and saying the incantation.

A bright flame burst from her wand, enveloping the cats.The three kittens immediately let out a shrill scream, and finally fell to the ground frozen all over.

"Oh, no." Eleanor looked at them sympathetically.

"Now, you can try to cure them with healing magic." Tom said calmly, "Unfortunately, I don't think any of you will succeed in casting a perfect enough healing magic today."

Sure enough, as he said, almost no one can fully cast that kind of magic.They were required to chant short passages of obscure incantations repeatedly, with great precision in articulation and rhythm, and with complete concentration.

Eleanor glanced anxiously at the clock on the wall, and there was not much time left.

She walked to the cage and saw that Walburga's second attempt to heal had failed.Eleanor knelt down, looked at the dying kittens, and then stretched out her hands to gently stroke their stiff and cold bodies.

They will not end the meeting early until someone can successfully use the healing magic.Eleanor said to herself.In fact, she just wanted to try this new kind of magic.Deep down, she was no less enthusiastic about magic than Tom, but she didn't know it herself.

The spell Tom had written still glowed in the air.Eleanor stared at the few lines and began to read in a low voice.

When the last syllable was said, she felt a warm current flow from her wand through her body, and finally flowed down the palm of her hand into the bodies of the three kittens.

In the end, everyone was amazed to see the three kittens regain consciousness.They slowly opened their eyes and licked each other's fur.

"That's amazing," said Tom softly behind Eleanor. "Look, Samuel is the first of you to succeed."

Eleanor felt dizzy for a while.She propped herself up against the wall and forced a smile.

"Thank God, I'm probably just lucky," she said with a shrug.

Hearing this sentence, the smile on Tom's face instantly subsided.

He stared at Eleanor meaningfully for a moment, then looked away nonchalantly.

The author has something to say: I wanted to use the name Knights of Walpurgis at first. .

Rowling seems to have considered calling Death Eaters by it. .

But this name is really full of ambiguities. It is estimated that there is a reason why Rowling finally discarded it, because it sounds too deep and iced2333