[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

The temperature plummeted after Christmas, and the windows were thick with frost.One day in mid-January, it suddenly snowed heavily in London.

In a Muggle apartment, the girl was sitting in an armchair enjoying a warm fire, braiding a thick purple scarf.She hummed an unknown song softly, looking at the round table next to her.On the round table was a cup of black tea that had already cooled down and an old kerosene lamp.

She stood up and lit the kerosene lamp, and the warm orange light immediately enveloped the whole room.Then she sat back in her chair and continued knitting the scarf.

After a while, the girl suddenly began to doze off.

Her daily lethargy hadn't improved much since leaving Hogwarts, and she'd been drowsy for longer since winter.She often falls asleep while doing something.

A few minutes later, she fell into a lethargic sleep with her head tilted, and the scarf in her hand fell to the ground.Her body accidentally bumped against the small round table, and the kerosene lamp on it shook twice and fell to the ground.

The glass of the kerosene lamp was cracked, and the spilled kerosene soaked the scarf.The flame ignited one corner of the scarf, and then quickly spread to the entire scarf.

But Mo was still in a coma, ignorant of the impending fire.

The flames quickly engulfed the scarf and set the girl's skirt on fire.The scorching flame finally awakened the girl from her sleep.

"Oh, no!" The girl jumped up in horror, and subconsciously extinguished the flames with the blanket she was wearing.But the momentum of the flames is too strong, and it will not help at all.

In a panic, she ran to the side of the cabinet and took out the wand in the drawer, first conjured up a stream of clear water to extinguish the flames on her body, and then aimed at the cluster of flames that were about to ignite the armchair.

Cold blue magic flames erupted from her wand, quickly entangled with the orange fire on the ground.After a few seconds, all the flames disappeared without a trace.

Except for the scorched black on the ground, everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt dizzy.She staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the ground.

I don't know how long she passed out, but she was awakened from her sleep by a dull knocking sound.

She opened her eyes in a daze, realizing that someone was knocking on the door.

"Here we go," she said, then struggled to get up from the ground.

She opened the door, only to find a strange man in strange clothes standing at the door.He was wearing a black woolen coat, red women's boots, and a bright yellow scarf around his neck.

She subconsciously glanced at the wall clock behind her, it was now 09:30 in the evening.There shouldn't be any visitors at this time.So she looked at the guy vigilantly, and asked impolitely, "Who are you?"

"Good evening, Miss Alford," said the man, taking off his pointed hat. "I am Forrest Mitchell, Division of Misuse of Magic, Ministry of Magic."

His eyes fell on Eleanor's scorched and still wet skirt, "It looks like there has just been a small fire here."

"Are you a wizard?" Eleanor asked a little surprised.

"Yes, of course I am a wizard."

"Uh, do you want to come in and sit down?" Eleanor asked uncertainly.

"Oh, no, thank you. I'll be heading back to the ministry soon." The man named Mitchell said politely, then took out a crumpled roll of parchment, and read : "At [-]:[-] in the evening, we detected that a spell of clear water like a spring was used here, and there is also a powerful spell that is not yet clear." He raised his head, "Did you use those two spells, Miss Alford?"

Eleanor blinked and recalled for a few seconds, what happened before gradually became clear.

"Uh... I think so."

"But according to the data, you dropped out of Hogwarts a few months ago." The man frowned and said, "But I didn't find your date of birth. Are you 17 years old this year?"

"Yes, of course," Eleanor replied.She doesn't know how to calculate her age, but one thing that can be confirmed is that she is definitely over 17 years old.

"But you were in your fourth year at Hogwarts before you dropped out, right?" Mitchell continued.

"Yes," said Eleanor. "It's a long story."

Mitchell was silent for a while, "Well, I think this matter may not be handled as an underage wizard using magic. I will ask your professor for further information. However, we must know that the second spell is What. What spell did you use, Miss Alford?"

"A spell called Freezing Fire." Eleanor replied, "I think you've heard of it."

Mitchell quickly wrote down a line on the paper.

"We will send an owl to inform you of the outcome of the matter," he said. "Until then I advise you not to leave London, nor to use magic again."

"Okay, I understand." Eleanor replied.

Then she lay down on the bed and fell asleep until noon the next day.She was awakened by hunger, so she wandered into the kitchen and got herself a piece of bread.

While she was buttering the bread, an owl appeared, flapping its wings and pecking at the window.

She opened the window to let the owl fly into the house.It just dropped a large envelope on the chair and flew away immediately.

Eleanor opened the envelope and read.

"Dear Miss Alford:

We regret to inform you that, as no proof of your date of birth has been found, and you were only in Year [-] at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, we have had to treat this as underage use of magic (see the Act for the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, [-], para. [-]).You can have your wand, but you cannot use magic for three years.If you use magic again against the rules, we will have to destroy your wand.Please also note that under the International Confederation of Wizards' Statutes of Secrecy, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-members of the magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense.I wish you happy.

Helena Seyfried

The Ministry of Magic prohibits misuse of the Department of Magic"

Eleanor sighed and put away the letter, but then another owl flew in through the half-open window.

It has a note tied to its foot that reads: "I heard about that from my dad, are you okay? I heard you used frozen flames and clear water like springs. Did you have a fire there?" ?” Signed by Avery.

"I'm fine, it's just a small fire." Eleanor hurriedly replied on the back of the note, "Don't worry about me."

But things are far from over.

From there, Eleanor's health began to decline.She has to sleep at least fifteen hours a day, and when she wakes up she feels dizzy from time to time.

Finally she had to admit that she was sick.

She had long suspected that it was impossible for a Muggle doctor to find out what was causing it, but she went to the hospital once anyway.Sure enough, the doctor did not find any definite cause, and finally could only tell her that it was caused by her weak constitution.

After returning home, Eleanor returned to the bedroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror in front of the wardrobe.

The girl in the mirror looked a little pale, but there was no sign of haggardness.

At least there are no dark circles, she reassured herself.As long as no magic is used, everything will slowly get better.

She raised her hand to tidy up the messy hairline, and suddenly found that her fingertips were emitting a faint gleam.

She froze for a moment, staring at her hand in the mirror for a few seconds, the sunlight from the window seemed to be penetrating through her fingers, as if her fingers suddenly became translucent.

She looked down, frowning at her hands.

But at this time her hands had completely returned to normal, it seemed that what she saw just now was just her illusion.

Soon, the weather gradually turned warmer.

Eleanor's drowsiness time also gradually shortened, and her physical condition seemed to be gradually improving.

But every time she stared at the mirror, she always inadvertently found that a certain part of her body became a little transparent.At first she thought it was just a hallucination caused by lack of sleep.

But gradually, she discovered that it was not an illusion at all, but something that was really happening.

One day, she noticed that the color of her fingertips began to lighten, and when she was placed in the sun, she could even see light passing through it, like flesh-colored ice cubes.

Eleanor finally began to feel a strong sense of uneasiness.

One day in May, she finally couldn't bear to write to Professor Dippet.

She soon got a letter back from Professor Dippet advising her to go to St. Mungo's for a checkup.

Eleanor had to follow his advice.But the therapists at St. Mungo's were at a loss because none of them had ever seen anything like it.

"I'm sorry, we can't help you, Miss Alford." said the kind-hearted female therapist, "but I think there is probably someone who can help you."

She hastily scribbled a name and an address and handed it to Eleanor.

"This is an expert in spirituality, you should have heard of him. He is very good at research on ghosts and souls." The female therapist said.

"Thank you." Eleanor took the note and said.She stared at the note in bewilderment—Carl Travis, a name she thought she had heard somewhere.

Eleanor visited this Mr. Travis over the weekend.

He lives in an old house on the outskirts of London.He is a middle-aged man with a slightly plump build and a little balding, with a playful goatee.He received Eleanor warmly and said that he had heard about her a long time ago.

While passing through the long corridor, Eleanor was attracted by a photo on the wall.It was a girl shyly waving at the camera.

"Oh, that's my daughter, Saoirse," said Mr. Travis, smiling. "She's quite a little angel, isn't she?"

Eleanor immediately remembered where on earth she had heard the name.

It turns out that Travis is Cloris' uncle and Saoirse's father.Eleanor heard about him a few years ago, when Tom planned to meet this spiritual expert.

The author has something to say: we will meet soon in the next chapter... well, don't worry~~