[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Soon, Tom announced that everyone was free to leave.

Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief.There was about half an hour before the drug lost its effect, and she had enough time to complete that plan.

So she took a deep breath.After the vertigo passed, she walked up to Lestrange and said to him, "Hey, Zachary, I want to talk to you alone."

Being alone with Lestrange was one of the things Eleanor hated most, but she had to do it now.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Lestrange said lazily, leaning against the wall.

"I know you have psychedelic potions," said Eleanor straight to the point. "I heard you gave them to many senior students. You still have quite a few in stock, don't you?"

Lestrange immediately narrowed his eyes vigilantly, "Why did you bring this up suddenly? Didn't I give you enough last time?"

Well, it turns out that Samuel is also the target of Lestrange's bribery.thought Eleanor.

"I just want to buy them," she said under her breath, pretending to be impatient. "I'm going to buy all your psychedelic potions. Damn, I can't live without that right now, you know what I mean .”

"That's a lot of money." Lestrange said with a frown. "I have more than 20 bottles. Do you have that much money, Samuel?"

Eleanor quickly took out the emerald given to her by the Malfoy family from her jacket pocket.

"I'll trade it for this," she whispered. "My mother gave it to me."

Lestrange took the gem, picked it up and looked at it carefully.

As Eleanor had expected, Lestrange was eager to get rid of the potions before the holiday, because the house elves would clean the dormitory thoroughly after the holiday.If he couldn't sell them, he could just throw them away for nothing.

From the fact that he blackmailed Cloris, we can know that his family is very strict with his pocket money, and he will not miss this good opportunity to make money.

"Okay." He finally agreed.

Eleanor snatched the gemstone back from his hand, "Then see you in the broom closet near the basement classroom in half an hour, and I'll wait for you there."

"Why not trade in the dormitory?" Lestrange asked suspiciously.

"Because I don't want to be seen by others." Eleanor said quickly, "Being cautious is the most important thing, isn't it?"

"Then I'll see you in half an hour." Lestrange whispered, then turned and walked away quickly.

The next thing to do is very simple, she only needs to lead the castle administrator Pringle over half an hour later.Pringle would see Lestrange standing at the door of the broom closet with more than 20 bottles of forbidden magic potions.

But things always develop in unexpected directions.

Eleanor originally planned to go back to the broomroom where Samuel himself was hidden, because if nothing else happened, Cloris should be waiting for her there.

But just as Eleanor was walking down a flight of stairs carefully, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Samuel?"

Eleanor accidentally stepped on the air, and her whole leg sank into the prank steps.

"Oh, what luck!" she whispered.

"Are you okay?" Tom looked down at her from the top of the stairs, "Do you need a hand?"

Eleanor tried to kick her leg, but there was a sharp pain in her left foot. "Yes, please," she said through gritted teeth.

Tom came down the stairs, and reached out and took Eleanor's arm.His hands were a little cold, and Eleanor couldn't help shivering slightly.

"Be careful." He whispered softly.

"Thank you." Eleanor exhaled, and finally pushed her left leg out of the stairs.She tried to move her injured left foot.The clear pain reminded her that she probably sprained her foot accidentally.

"Let me take you to the school hospital." Tom suggested softly.

"No," said Eleanor, turning her head to look at Tom, seeing her own reflection dimly in her black eyes.She couldn't help holding her breath, and said hoarsely, "I think I can do it myself... Thank you, Tom."

"I insist." Tom said indifferently, while increasing the strength in his hand.

Eleanor felt a little hurt from being caught by him, she frowned and struggled, "Please let me go."

But Tom didn't let go, his eyes seemed to be glued to Eleanor's face and refused to leave.After a long few seconds, he said softly: "Samuel, when did you dye your hair?"

Only then did Eleanor realize that her hair was gradually turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh, no." She covered her face subconsciously, "Don't look at me, Tom."

But it was too late.

The effects of the Polyjuice Potion were fading rapidly, taking at least a quarter of an hour shorter than expected.This may be because the dose she drank was a little low, or it may be because the bark of the African snake tree was not added enough.

Anyway, she's recovering quickly now, and black hair is sprouting from the top of her head like weeds in a quick shot.Soon, she felt a tightness in her chest, and the tight front made her a little out of breath.

"I knew there was something wrong," said Tom with a sneer, and finally let go of Eleanor's arm.

Eleanor unbuttoned a few buttons on the front, and her breathing became much easier immediately.

She suddenly realized that Tom was staring at her intently, so she covered her neckline in embarrassment.

"Stop watching, okay?" she murmured disapprovingly.

Tom looked back at her face, and sneered, "Potion Potion—God, Eleanor, what the hell are you thinking?"

"I just want to try the effect of the potion." Eleanor immediately lied.

"What are you trying this for?"

"I'm going to go back to Hangleton for the holidays," she said, "but you know, I can't just go back like this, so I'm going to use Polyjuice Potion to disguise myself."

She wasn't completely lying.The rest of the compound soup was well preserved by her, just to use it when she returned to Little Hangleton.

"Why do I think you're not telling the truth?" Tom whispered, staring at her.

"I've told you the truth." Eleanor said dissatisfiedly, "If there is nothing else, I have to go."

Tom watched her for a little while with his head bowed in silence.

"Yes, of course." He finally whispered dryly, "Please."

Eleanor limped forward, clutching the banister, not noticing that a small roll of parchment had fallen from her blouse pocket.

"Wait a minute," Tom said suddenly.

Eleanor turned around suspiciously.

Then she was startled to see Tom staring down at a seemingly familiar parchment.

A shocked expression flashed across Tom's face for a moment, and then he slowly lifted his gaze from the parchment.

"What is this?" He asked calmly, his voice slightly hoarse.

"It's nothing." Eleanor reached out to get back the parchment.

Tom took a half step back.He gripped the parchment tightly, almost crumpling it.

"Application form for withdrawal from school." He whispered the words on it.He showed a slightly confused expression as if he suddenly didn't know English words, "Why are you holding this, Eleanor?"

"Because..." Eleanor took a deep breath, "Well, let me be honest. I don't think I will be able to stay at Hogwarts in the next school year."

After she finished speaking, she was not as relieved as she imagined, but felt even heavier.

Tom squeezed the form into a ball with a complicated expression. He raised his head and stared at Eleanor, with a strange sneer suddenly appearing on his face.

"Why did you drop out?"

"Because they said I'm not suitable to be a wizard." Eleanor whispered, with an expression of frustration that couldn't be concealed, "Principal Dippet and Mr. Martin both think that magic will make me weak... so They thought I should drop out."

"Don't you really believe what they say?" said Tom with a short sneer.

"Of course I hope what they say is wrong." Eleanor frowned impatiently, "but the symptoms they said are exactly the same as mine. To be honest, Tom, I don't know what to do... "

Her tone gradually became gloomy along with her face, "Principal Dippet said that he couldn't force me to leave school, but his suggestion was to give up my status as a wizard and return to the Muggle world. I don't know, Tom... I thought, maybe I'm not destined to be a wizard, I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't know magic."

"Eleanor, I didn't even know you had such a stupid day." Tom said softly.

Then, under Eleanor's surprised eyes, he tore the dropout application form into pieces.

"Problem solved now," he said in a firm, blunt tone, casually throwing the debris over the banister of the stairs.

Eleanor stared in amazement at the fragments that fell profusely on the stair steps.

"But--"

"Shut up." Tom suddenly interrupted Eleanor's words in a violent tone. He sighed quietly while holding his forehead, and then raised his head to stare firmly at those green eyes. "Why don't you understand? Eleanor?"

"Understand what?"

Tom suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulders tightly, his nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Let me go." Eleanor frowned and struggled.

Of course Tom didn't let go, he said hoarsely, "Do you think you can really leave here so quietly?"

"I didn't—I just—" Eleanor desperately searched for the right words, "I just haven't made up my mind yet, and I don't know what to tell you."

"Yes, you, not you." Tom sneered suddenly harshly. "I'm afraid you didn't mean to count me among that 'you' at all, did you?"

Eleanor didn't know how to refute. She didn't think about it carefully. After all, the two of them just broke up not long ago, and she hadn't fully adapted to this embarrassing relationship.

Tom stared at Eleanor for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head slightly, his black hair covering his expression.

Eleanor couldn't help but said out loud, "Tom?"

After a while, Tom raised his head abruptly, and the usual indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, "I've changed my mind." He let go of Eleanor's shoulders and took a step back.

"Do what you want, Alford," he said coldly. "I won't thwart any of your plans...of course not."

Eleanor looked at him hesitantly, wondering which event he was referring to--the Polyjuice Potion matter, or the dropping out?

"I'm sorry I tore up your withdrawal application form." Tom showed a fake smile, which looked a little bit like Lestrange, "You can ask Principal Dippet for another one, he must have Lots of forms like that."

Eleanor didn't move, she stood staring into Tom's dark eyes, hoping to read some emotion from them.But she only saw eyes that were as calm as stagnant water.

"Don't you want me to go, Tom?" she asked softly. "If, I mean if, you want me to stay, you can tell me—"

"No, of course not." Tom interrupted Eleanor coldly, "Forget everything I just said. Goodbye, Alford." He lowered his head and looked into Eleanor's eyes for a long time, Her lips trembled slightly, and she finally added softly, "... I sincerely hope you have a good time, Eleanor."

After saying this, he turned around and walked up the stairs.

Time is running out.Eleanor's subconscious was anxiously reminding her.In a short while, Pringle would leave the office to patrol the corridors, and she or Cloris had to be in his office within ten minutes.

But she couldn't move, and stood there for a long time watching Tom's back until he disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Good-bye, Tom," she whispered hoarsely, and then let out a long sigh.

And where she couldn't see, Tom suddenly slowed down.

After walking a few more steps, his tense expression shattered like glass, and then turned into unreasonable rage.

"Damn it!" he swore, before venting his anger by knocking down a piece of armor around the corner.

After about 1 minute, he stopped this rough way of catharsis.

Several young girls in the portraits on the wall hid behind the tree and looked at him in horror.The knocked down armor lay on the ground, making a "click click" sound in dissatisfaction.

Tom leaned against the wall, holding his forehead, panting.His right hand clutched the wand in his robe pocket, the way he always calmed himself down.

After a few more seconds, he straightened up and walked away from the wall as if he suddenly woke up.He took a deep breath, then walked in the direction he had come.

He stood at the top of the already-empty stairway, staring at the sunken step, and an expression flashed across his face--no one had the opportunity to see such an expression on his face.It was an expression mixed with regret and sadness.But that expression was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.

After a few seconds, Tom turned around blankly and strode away.