[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

"I have never seen such a situation with my own eyes, but I have heard of such a thing." After carefully examining Eleanor, Mr. Travis said, "I once read it from an ancient magic book. Read something like that."

He took out his glasses from his coat pocket and put them on, then pulled out a thick book from a stack of books and flipped through it.

"That's right, it's here." He muttered, and opened the bookshelf on the table, "After a person's soul absorbs a certain energy, it may become an entity that looks indistinguishable from a living person. They You will also feel hungry and sleepy, so you can eat and sleep like ordinary people."

"And then?" Eleanor asked with a frown.

Mr. Travis sighed and looked up at the dark-haired girl behind the desk.

"But they're not really alive, because they don't grow and age."

Eleanor was silent for a while before continuing: "My hair and nails have not grown during this period of time. Is this because of this reason?"

"I'm afraid so. I'm sorry, Miss Alford."

"Just call me Eleanor." Eleanor whispered, "Then what will I become, Mr. Travis? I mean, there should be... an end to this kind of thing ?”

Travis sighed again, "Yes, there is an end."

"What will I end up with? Tell me the truth, Mr. Travis," pleaded Eleanor. "Am I going to be a ghost again?"

Travis took off his glasses and began to wipe them down, continuing with a sigh, "Once the energy they got is used up, they will turn back into nothingness souls."

Eleanor was not particularly surprised, she had already vaguely guessed that it would become like this.

"So I'm sure I'm going back to my ghost state, right? So how long do I have?"

"It's not a ghost," Travis shook his head slightly, "I'm talking about a soul, not a ghost. There is a difference between a ghost and a soul. A ghost is just a form of wizards' souls walking in the world without their bodies, and the soul itself is more like It is a kind of energy, something as illusory as magic power. Whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, their souls are actually not much different, and only wizards can use the remaining magic power to make themselves walk in the form of ghosts in the world."

He closed the book casually and put it on the top of the stack, then took out a thick notebook with a leather cover, and turned to one of the pages, "I have been studying the various forms of existence of the soul, and ghosts are just one of them... …I once suspected that it was actually a transitional state between embodied souls and energetic souls. All souls have the potential to become physical, and this requires sufficient energy and a suitable energy carrier.”

"Wait - I'm a little confused, what exactly is the energy you're talking about?" Eleanor asked with a frown.

"It's the soul, Eleanor. The energy I'm talking about is the soul of a person." Mr. Travis put on his glasses again and said.

"You mean to use the human soul as energy?" Eleanor said in surprise, and at the same time was slightly frightened by this outrageous thought.

"I have studied containers that can hold souls, so I have a bold guess. If a container can be used to store a person's soul, maybe it can be used as energy." Mr. Travis replied , and then quickly added, "But of course, this is just a hypothesis. The human soul is not something that can be played with at will - it is one thing to study it, but another thing to treat it as an experiment. "

"Then you mean that the reason for my materialization is likely to be the absorption of other people's souls?" Eleanor concluded quickly.

"As I said, this is all just speculation," Travis said quietly, "and the only one who can give the answer, Eleanor. If my assumption is correct, there should be so An item worthy of attention—"

As he spoke, he leaned forward a little, and said a little eagerly, "It might be some very old magic item. Do you have any idea about it?"

Eleanor hesitated.The obsidian ring—the resurrection stone ring—immediately appeared in her mind.

But she didn't answer the other party immediately, but asked: "If there is such a thing, then those energies—that is, those souls, how did they come from?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know," Travis replied, "I can't possibly know the answer to that question until I see that thing. But what we do know is that they must have been obtained from dead people, because It is impossible for a living person to separate the soul, is it not?"

Finally, Travis tells Eleanor that the only way out now is to find the item.After finding it, maybe Eleanor can maintain her materialized state.

"But so what?" Eleanor said depressed. "You also said that I am not really alive now. I will not grow old, nor will I die. I can only live forever by absorbing the souls of the dead ...that would be too sad."

"You were once a Muggle, Eleanor. Don't forget that only wizards can become ghosts permanently, and you'll just end up in a void spirit state." Travis sighed. Gone from now on, do you really want that, boy?"

"No, of course I don't want to." Eleanor murmured looking out the window.

"And it's all just speculation on my part," Mr. Travis encouraged her. "Maybe I'm mistaken. Maybe it's not what I just said at all."

Eleanor held her chin and turned her head to look at the other party, and asked softly, "How long have you been studying soul science, Mr. Travis?"

"Fifty-eight years."

Eleanor grinned a weak smile, "Then I guess the chances of you getting the whole thing wrong aren't high, are you?"

Travis looked silently at the girl sitting by the window.

For a moment, the sun seemed to penetrate her cheeks, making her entire face glow.

"Just tell me one thing, sir." She suddenly turned her head and asked, with a bitter smile on her face, "How long do I have?"

Travis hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice, "I don't know...maybe a few years."

"I don't think it will be that long. Let's be honest." The young girl said calmly, as if accepting her fate.

"A few months at least." Travis finally asserted helplessly. "Don't worry, kid, I'll help you."

"Thank you." The girl whispered.She cast her eyes out of the window again, and then suddenly whispered, "The shrubs in your yard need pruning, Mr. Travis."

"What?" Travis asked suspiciously.

Eleanor suddenly stood up from her chair.

"I think I should go," she whispered.

Mr. Travis hurriedly said: "No, don't be so anxious to leave. I mean, I very much welcome you to stay at my house for a few more days, so that I have enough time to study how to help you. And, I can't pass Saoirse will be home for the holidays soon. You know Saoirse, don't you? She's also in Slytherin, and she's in her third year this year."

Seeing Mr. Travis' eager eyes, Eleanor had no choice but to agree.And she didn't really want to go back to that empty Muggle apartment right now.

In the following two weeks, Travis carefully checked Eleanor's physical condition with various spells, and finally came to a conclusion that was similar to his previous guess.

"But it's not without progress, is it?" Mr. Travis said to her optimistically, "I'm going to concoct a potion that might alleviate your symptoms."

But Eleanor is not as optimistic as Travis, because she is very aware of her physical condition.

She now feels a little light when she walks, and her fingers have begun to become transparent, and she can completely see the scene behind her through her fingertips.When going out, she had to wear gloves to avoid scaring innocent passers-by.

Because of this, she drank whatever potion Travis offered her without hesitation.Because she felt that things couldn't possibly get any worse.

She felt like a patient who had been declared terminally ill, and she was not afraid to try any possible remission.But doing so did not make her depressed mood better.

One night, after drinking the potion, she stared at her transparent fingers and whispered, "I'm going to die, aren't I, Mr. Travis? No, or... die again."

Travis didn't know how to answer, so he could only sigh deeply.

"If that's the case, I'd rather not come back to life in the first place. I should stay dead after the first death. In that case, I might still have a chance to go to heaven." Eleanor said a little angry, her voice restrained Can't help trembling slightly.

"I don't think so," Travis said, "Maybe fate dictates what you do or who you meet during this time." He said, sighing again, "Many people don't There is no such opportunity. They will disappear from the world and never return."

"So you mean, you want me to treat this time as a gift from God?" Eleanor raised her head and said hoarsely.

"Of course, you shouldn't take it as a bad thing, Eleanor. Haven't you encountered any good things during this time?" Travis asked back.

beautiful thing.

Eleanor closed her eyes, and some familiar images appeared in her mind.She seemed to be back at Hogwarts Castle, sitting by the fire in the Slytherin common room.Her friends were sitting next to her, listening to her tell a joke about the professor.Avery was shaking with laughter, while Abraxas said seriously that he didn't understand.

Then she fantasized about looking around the lounge, past Cloris Parkinson, who was playing wizard chess with her friends, and finally at the figure of a dark-haired boy.He turned his head slowly, looking at Eleanor calmly with his dark eyes.

She snapped her eyes open, turned her head and forced a smile at Travis.

"Yes, I think you're right, Mr. Travis..." she said, "a lot of good things did happen."

Soon, Hogwarts students will be on vacation.

All the students were busy packing their luggage and waiting for the train back to London the next day.

In a corner of the common room, the blond girl was fiery chatting with the boy beside her, a faint blush appeared on her face, and her eyes could hardly move away from the boy's handsome face.

A few minutes later, another girl stormed over and stood in front of them.

"Saoirse, what are you doing?"

The two people who were chatting immediately turned their heads to look at the person coming.

"Clauris," the boy said with a smile, "I was talking to Saoirse about you."

Cloris bit his lip and ignored him, but looked at his sister.

"Saoirsa, come here, I have something to tell you."

"Why?" Saoirse frowned stubbornly. "I'm talking to Tom."

Cloris glared at his cousin.

"How can you speak to me in that tone? I'm your sister!" she said loudly.

"Okay, dear sister." Saoirse muttered dissatisfiedly, "What do you want to do?"

"If you don't want me to tell your father about your plagiarism, just follow me obediently." Cloris reached out and grabbed Saoirse's wrist, and then dragged her to the girls' dormitory without any explanation. in the hallway.

"What the hell are you thinking, Saoirse?" said Cloures, a little angrily. "When did you start having a fling with Tom Riddle?"

Saoirse twirled her fingers, lowered her head and said, "I didn't have a hot fight with him. I was just chatting with him."

Cloris stared at his cousin's flushed cheeks.

"You don't like him, do you?"

"Of course not." Saoirse said with evasive eyes, "And what if it is? Almost half of the girls in the academy have a crush on him."

"Listen, Saoirse," said Cloures, grabbing her by the shoulders, "stay away from that boy, as far away as possible. He's a dangerous man, you understand?"

Saoirse nodded wildly, but Cloris knew she wasn't listening.

"Okay, tell me what exactly you talked about?" Cloris asked.

"He said he would visit my dad during the holidays." Saoirse said honestly, "He has always admired my dad and read all of my dad's books."

"What?" Cloris asked in surprise, "Does Uncle Carl know about this?"

"Yes, he does," Saoirse replied, "and he said Tom was very welcome at his house, because..." Said Saoirse, blushing again, "because I keep telling him about Tom. .”

"So when is he going to go?"

"On the first day after the holiday," Saoirse said, "that's tomorrow."

On the first day of the holiday, Mr. Travis started talking non-stop about his daughter's coming home soon, and it seemed she would be bringing home a guest.

With Eleanor's help, Travis prepared Saoirse's favorite cookies and blueberry pie early.

The next morning, he drove himself to King's Cross Station to meet his daughter, without even having lunch.

Towards evening, Mr. Travis finally returned.

Eleanor stood on the porch, and then saw the shy girl come in closely behind her father.

"Hi, Saoirse." Eleanor greeted her with a smile.

Saoirse, on the other hand, was not so friendly, staring at Eleanor warily, as if she were watching an intruder.

"Come in, kid." Travis turned sideways and warmly invited the last guest into the room.

The moment she saw the guest, Eleanor's body stiffened as if under a petrification spell.

It never occurred to her that the so-called guest would be him.

"Long time no see, Eleanor." The black-haired boy stared at her and said quietly, as if greeting an ordinary friend who had been reunited for a long time, "...are you okay?"

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