[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor stared blankly at each other, suddenly lost the ability to speak.After several seconds, she said hoarsely, "Oh, it's you."

The boy in front of her was much taller and more handsome than she remembered.The well-manicured black hair hung down from his forehead in a docile manner, in stark contrast to his aristocratic pale skin.

He looked away from Eleanor's face, and politely thanked Mr. Travis.He looked like a well-to-do kid from a well-bred family, and he won Mr. Travis's favor easily.

Just as Eleanor was staring at Tom in a daze, the other party suddenly walked towards her with big strides and a smile on his face.

Eleanor held her breath subconsciously, but the other party didn't stop in front of her, but passed her by.

Later, Mr. Travis invited Tom to join them for dinner.

"I heard you're a Slytherin prefect, right?" Travis asked, spooning stew into a bowl.

"Yes." Tom took the stew from Travis and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"I'm glad Saoirse made friends with a fine young man like you," Travis said. "She told me a lot about you."

Saoirse blushed and whispered, "Oh, Dad!"

Eleanor had been digging into the stew and pasta, but she couldn't help but keep an eye on the conversations going on at the table.

"So what do your parents do?" Travis asked suddenly, and at the same time filled his goblet with a small glass of red wine.

"They're all dead," Tom answered quietly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, kid," Travis said immediately, "but I'm sure they'd be proud of you."

"Yeah, I hope so," Tom said with a small smile, and paused by taking a sip from his glass.Then, naturally, he turned the subject away from himself, "So—Eleanor, I see you here, and to be honest, I'm surprised. Can I ask what you're here for?" Is it?"

Eleanor didn't expect that the topic would suddenly shift to herself. Unprepared, she raised her head just in time to see Tom looking at her with a smile.

"Oh, I'm here to visit Mr. Travis," she replied, trying to make her tone as light-hearted as the atmosphere of the dinner. "I want to ask him something."

"What's the question?" asked Tom casually as he diced the roast.

Eleanor was silent, she suddenly lost her appetite looking at the plate full of food in front of her.

"Something to do with my research," Travis replied for Eleanor. "We don't discuss those things at dinner—how about some stew, Tom?"

But Tom refused to take his attention away from Eleanor.

"Thank you, but no need." He said to Travis, then his eyes fell on Eleanor's hands, and he asked with a smile: "I just noticed, why do you have to wear gloves when you eat? ?what happened to your hand?"

"Nothing." Eleanor answered quickly, and then changed the subject like Tom did. "Mr. Travis, your stew is simply delicious. You must tell me what the secret recipe is."

"Oh, my wife actually invented this dish." Travis smiled happily, "She's very good at cooking."

"Really?" Eleanor asked with interest, "Then what kind of dishes is she good at?"

Then Travis began to talk endlessly about his dead wife's cooking experience, and then said that he would show Eleanor the recipe written by his wife during her lifetime.

"Your wife must be a very wonderful woman, and a good mother, too," said Eleanor at last.

"Yes, she is." Mr. Travis took a big sip of red wine as he spoke. His eye circles were red, and it seemed that it was not just the effect of alcohol.

After dinner, Mr. Travis said he would go back to his bedroom to sleep.

"I think I drank too much red wine tonight. It was a good night though, wasn't it?" He smiled sleepily. "Go ahead, kids...don't worry about the plates, I'll be back tomorrow Cleaned up. So, Saoirse, will you go back to the bedroom with me?"

Saoirse obediently agreed, and followed her father up the stairs.

Finally, only Tom and Eleanor were left in the restaurant.

They sat at the table and stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

"So—" said Tom.

"Then you—" Eleanor said at the same time.

The two of them shut their mouths at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"You go ahead," Eleanor said.

Tom lowered his eyes a little, and took his eyes away from Eleanor's face.His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said softly, "So, you've been living here all this time?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Tom frowned slightly, fiddling with the decorative candlestick in front of him carelessly.

"I said the reason before." Eleanor replied lightly.Now at last she could look at Tom calmly. "And you? What are you doing here?"

"Just like you, I'm here to visit Mr. Travis," Tom replied. "I've read his books, and I'm interested in what he's working on."

"...Okay." Eleanor accepted the answer.

Then they fell silent again.

"I'll help clear the dishes." Eleanor suddenly stood up and said.

She quickly stacked the dishes and prepared to send them to the kitchen.

But when she tried to pick up a fork, she felt nothing with her fingers, and the glove slipped from her hand and fell into the saucepan.

She froze for a moment, and found that her right hand had almost completely turned translucent in pearl color.

"Oh shit," she cursed.She felt Tom's gaze on her, and subconsciously she hid her hands behind her back.

"Good night, Tom," she said quickly, turning to leave the restaurant.

But she felt Tom following her quickly from behind.Then her wrists were pinched with cold fingers.

She turned to see Tom squinting at her hands.

She struggled and wanted to withdraw her hand, but she heard Tom order in a cold tone: "Don't move."

Then Tom grabbed her wrist tightly and brought her hand up to her chest.

He stared at her hand that had turned into a ghost in silence, his lips were slightly pursed, and there was no other superfluous expression other than that.A few seconds later, he suddenly pulled up her sleeves.

Eleanor let out an exclamation, and then her entire arm, which had begun to turn pearly white, was exposed to the air.

Eleanor jerked her arm back and stared at Tom in shock.

"It wasn't like that this morning," she murmured, feeling a tinge of fear—her apparition had grown even faster.

Tom's brows were tightly furrowed, and he bowed his head in silence for ten seconds.

"How long have you been like this?" he said suddenly.

"A few months."

"So that's why you're here?" he asked nonchalantly, raising his eyebrows. .

"Yes. The therapist at St. Mungo's gave me the address."

"So he can help you?"

"By the way, Tom—that ring! That ring might help me," said Eleanor, and then forced a smile. "You don't happen to have it with you, do you?"

Tom didn't answer, but pulled the necklace from his collar.

Eleanor grabbed the ring that still had some warmth.The moment she touched the ring, her finger immediately returned to its original shape.

"Oh my God," she murmured, "this thing works."

"Aren't you going to tell me what's going on?" asked Tom, watching him quietly.

Eleanor recounted the speculation Travis had said as succinctly as possible.

"So... maybe I'll have to borrow your ring for a while, okay?" she asked uncertainly, because she knew how important the ring was to Tom.

Tom watched her in silence, then took the necklace off his neck.He took the ring off the chain and grabbed Eleanor's wrist again.

"You're welcome." He said coldly, and at the same time put the ring on Eleanor's ring finger under her surprised gaze.

Then he strode away from Eleanor.

"Good night, Eleanor," he whispered as they passed.

Eleanor stared at the ring on her hand, and suddenly felt a little hot on her cheeks.The action just now made her involuntarily associate it with exchanging wedding rings.

She stroked the obsidian on the ring, and a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in her heart.The ring managed to save her from a two-week long period of despair.

She couldn't restrain her impulse, and quickly chased him out of the restaurant.

"Wait!" she cried.

Tom stopped and looked back at her with a puzzled frown.

In an instant, Eleanor flew over and hugged Tom tightly.She felt Tom stiffen instantly and try to push her away.

But Eleanor didn't care at all.She hugged him tightly and buried her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you," she said hoarsely. "Thank you, Tom..."

After saying this, she suddenly felt a little sore in her nose.Then she finally began to sob silently, for the first time in weeks.

Then, the silent sobbing slowly turned into a small whimper, as if to vent all the fear and depression of weeks.

And Tom let her hold her without moving, not resisting but not returning, like a sculpture.

After a few minutes, Eleanor finally stopped crying.

She let go of Tom's arms, wiped away her tears and looked up with a smile.

"Oh, my God," she said hoarsely, "look what I've done... I've got your clothes wet."

Tom frowned and asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know...don't ask." Eleanor blushed, feeling a little shy about what happened just now.She gazed up into those familiar eyes and felt them almost sucking her in.

Tom was also watching her in silence, his breath tickling her cheeks in a subtle way.Eleanor suddenly realized that the two of them were so close that if they took a small step, their whole bodies would stick together.

Her chest began to rise and fall noticeably, and her breathing became short of breath.She found herself longing for the boy's warmth and breath, among other things she couldn't explain.

"I miss you, Tom." She whispered, and at the same time approached him uncontrollably, kissing his soft and warm lips.

She felt Tom hold his breath for a moment, but he didn't push her away immediately.

She kissed him awkwardly, and the mere friction of her lips gave her a shudder, but a very pleasant one.

After a few long seconds, she breathed away from Tom's lips.

But suddenly Tom reached up and ran his hand through her black hair, pushing the back of her head forward.He sucked her lips hungrily like he had suddenly gone mad.He stuck his tongue between her teeth, and licked and rubbed every sensitive inch of her mouth.

Eleanor felt the air suddenly become thinner, and it became very difficult to breathe.She clutched Tom's collar tightly, and involuntarily let out a small moan from the depths of her throat.

Then Tom took a step forward and let her back rest against the hard wall behind her.

The young and hot bodies were stuck together without any gaps, and Eleanor could almost hear Tom's heartbeat.

A strange feeling rushed through her body, making her legs go limp, and she leaned against the wall behind her weakly.

Then, she suddenly felt something hard pressed against her lower abdomen.Just as she was dazedly thinking about what it was, Tom suddenly pushed her and staggered back half a step.

"Damn it! Damn it!" He cursed hoarsely, and an unnatural flush appeared on his pale face.

Eleanor looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Tom replied immediately.He tidied up the messy skirt, coughed lightly, and said coldly: "You should go to rest, Eleanor...good night."

After saying this, he turned around and strode away, leaving the bewildered Eleanor standing there blankly.

The author has something to say: 100 chapters achieved~ La la la~ Let’s write some pleasant plots~ By the way, I really haven’t started the abuse... Those are just foreshadowing...

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