[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

The next morning, Eleanor showed the ring to Mr. Travis.

After examining the ring carefully, Travis murmured, "Oh, my God. Where the hell did you get that?"

He picked up the magnifying glass at hand and carefully observed the black gemstone.

"Yes... look at the engraving here. I recognize the emblem... the coat of arms of House Peverell, the emblem of the Deathly Hallows."

"Professor Dumbledore said that this thing is probably the resurrection stone." Eleanor said.

Travis raised his head sharply, "Dumbledore said that?"

"Yes."

"Merlin's beard!" he muttered in a low voice, unable to hide his excitement, his hand holding the ring trembled a little, "I didn't expect to see such a thing in my lifetime. I knew it, I knew it was more than just a legend .”

He stood up from his chair as he said, "Come with me, Eleanor."

Travis then walked to a locked door.He opened the door with a bronze key.Behind the door was a long, dusty staircase.

"Luminescence." Travis lit his wand. "Be careful where you step, the steps here may be a little rotten."

Eleanor followed him cautiously down the stairs.Those wooden steps were creaked by them, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

Finally, they came to a narrow basement.Travis lit the candlestick on the wall, and the whole room was suddenly enveloped in a jumping orange light.

The entire basement is almost occupied by books.A dilapidated bookcase was filled with all kinds of books, and some books with spider webs were piled up messily on the floor.

In addition to these books, there are dusty bottles and some strange objects in the corner.Eleanor swore she saw a human skull emerging from under a blanket.

"Sorry...it's a mess in here," Travis said, and panted, moving some books into the corner while he casually covered the skull.

"This is my former research room." He said while packing up his things, "At that time, I was young, full of energy and curiosity, and studied many weird things...and many of them were illegal. The one that fascinates me the most is the Deathly Hallows."

He brushed away the cobwebs, and pulled out a black-covered book from the cabinet, "I collected a lot of information at that time, information about the Deathly Hallows. I even wrote a book about it, of course this book It's never been published...it's just for my own reading."

He frowned and started flipping through the book, and after a few seconds he exclaimed, "Oh, I found it! The Resurrection Stone! Look here."

Eleanor saw on that page a sketch of a stone that looked very close to the obsidian she was holding.

"The Resurrection Stone has been lost for many years. It has not been seen since the death of the last recorded holder, Duke Hilton." Travis whispered, "No one knows what happened to it. Where did you go?"

He turned the book to the next page. "I've done more research than you can imagine. I've spent at least five years looking for it, and I can't find it."

"Why?" Eleanor asked suddenly, "Why do you want the resurrection stone so much?"

Travis put down the book, stared at Eleanor firmly, and suddenly showed a helpless smile, "To be honest, I don't know. This thing has a special attraction to me, and I can't explain it... People are always obsessed with something for no reason, aren't they?"

Soon, they left the basement.

In the living room, they meet Saoirse and Tom, who are just getting up.Saoirse was pouring Tom's coffee, and the table was already covered with fried mushrooms, custard, and pretzels smeared with jam.

"Good morning." Eleanor greeted them and looked at Tom involuntarily.

"Morning, Mr. Travis," said Tom, smiling, "and Eleanor."

After he finished speaking, he calmly looked away, and did not stay on Eleanor's face for too long, which greatly disappointed Eleanor.

Later, during breakfast, Tom and Travis had a heated discussion about the news about the war in the Daily Prophet, and then they naturally brought the topic to spirituality.

Tom was particularly enthusiastic when discussing spiritual issues.He had indeed read all of Mr. Travis's writings, and was even able to quote from them now and then.Their conversation went on so pleasantly that Elinor could not even break in a word.

After breakfast, Eleanor helped clear the tableware.She stared at Tom sitting on the sofa, thinking that she should find a time to talk to him about what happened last night.

But Tom stood up and followed Travis into the study, closing the door behind him.

Eleanor couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about in the study.When she passed by for the second time, she finally couldn't help but opened the door a little bit to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

"...I see, thank you for your clarification, Mr. Travis." Tom's voice said, "It helped me a lot."

"Your questions are very insightful, Tom." Travis's voice said, "Have you considered doing research in spirituality after graduation? St. Mungo's Hospital is funding research in this area, if you want If so, I can recommend you."

"That's really appreciated," Tom replied, "but I haven't figured out where I'm going after graduation."

"Then you must tell me after you decide."

"of course."

Eleanor saw Tom stand up from the chair through the crack of the door, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. But I think I must leave."

"Oh, you needn't be in such a hurry, Tom."

"I have some things to do in London," Tom refused. "I'm sorry, but I do have to go."

Finally, he said goodbye to Mr. Travis.

Eleanor quickly hid aside, and after Tom walked out of the study, she couldn't help but stop him.

"Eleanor?" he frowned. "What are you doing there?"

"Overhearing you," thought Eleanor, but her answer was, "Nothing, I was just going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Are you leaving, Tom?"

"Yes," said Tom dryly. "See you later, Eleanor."

"No, you can't go." Eleanor couldn't help blurting out.

Tom stopped and chuckled, "What did you say?"

"I said you can't go." Eleanor took a deep breath, "Your ring is still with me, remember?"

"Of course I remember."

"Stay here, then," she said, "and I'll give it back to you when Mr. Travis figures out how it works."

"That's great," said Tom dryly. "I'll come and get it."

"So you're saying you'll come back?" Eleanor said hopefully.

Tom was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Yes, I'll be back."

"Okay... I'll walk you to the door." Eleanor mumbled, following him to the front door of the house.

She watched Tom go down the steps, and finally couldn't help asking the question that had been suppressed for a long time.

"About last night...you have nothing to say?"

Tom didn't turn around, but turned his head and looked at Eleanor out of the corner of his eye.

"What do you want me to say?" he said stiffly.

Eleanor vaguely felt that this was not a good omen.

"Last night, we kissed on the porch—don't tell me you forgot," she said, a little annoyed. "Am I the only one who thought that meant something?"

"I don't think it's a good time to discuss this," said Tom flatly. "See you later, Eleanor."

Eleanor stared at his back, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "That means we two like each other, you bastard!"

Tom's footsteps faltered for a moment, and finally he walked away quickly.

Eleanor sighed, turned around and planned to go back, but Saoirse was standing at the bottom of the stairs in her pajamas, staring at herself.

"You two kissing?" Saoirse said hoarsely. "On my porch?"

"Uh, yes." Eleanor said a little embarrassed.

Saoirse bit her lip, and finally squeezed out a vulgar word from between her teeth: "...bitch."

It turned out that this sentence was overheard by Mr. Travis, who was coming down the stairs.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Who taught you that word, Saoirse?" he exclaimed in shock. "Now, go back to your room and do your homework! You're not allowed to go out today, you know?"

Saoirse shrank her neck, turned around and ran up the stairs quickly.Eleanor distinctly heard a loud sob.

"I'm sorry, I will discipline her well." Mr. Travis squeezed out a tired smile, "Since my wife passed away, I have been a little too spoiled for her..." He sighed, "If It would be nice if my wife was around. She knows how to raise children better than I do."

After lunch, Travis asked to see the ring, and Eleanor readily agreed.

"You look better," he said to Eleanor, smiling, "thanks to the effect of this ring, don't you?"

"I think so."

He rubbed the black gemstone with his fingertips, fixed his eyes on it, and muttered in a low voice: "Maybe I should try a few non-destructive little spells...see if it really works as I imagined." Gain energy from the soul."

"It can only be a non-destructive spell." Eleanor emphasized, "It must not be damaged at all."

"Of course, who would vandalize such a treasure?" Travis said, putting down the ring. "You can watch from the sidelines if you want, but I promise you, it will be very boring process."

Sure enough, just like Travis said, his inspection process of the ring was very long and tedious.He would spend tens of minutes studying a spell before carefully using it to test the ring's response.

"It's amazing," he murmured more than once.

But the stone never reacted.Eleanor didn't see at all what was so amazing about it.

In the end, Eleanor fell asleep on the sofa unconsciously.

When she woke up, she found that it was pitch black all around, and the musty smell suddenly got into her nose.

Immediately afterwards, she found that she was not lying on a soft sofa, but fell on a hard and cold ground.

She sat up abruptly, only to realize that she was not in Mr. Travis's study, but in his basement research room.

A mouse ran past her in a hurry, and she couldn't help letting out a cry of surprise, and then quickly got up from the ground.

She walked to the basement door, only to find that the door was locked.

"Is anyone there?" she called, banging on the door. "Mr. Travis?"

But all that answered her was silence.

She pressed her ear to the door, but couldn't hear anything.She suspected that the door might have been silenced.

Why did he lock her in the basement?Eleanor thought in confusion.

By the way, the ring!

She quickly searched for everything on her body.She had three mints in her pocket, but nothing else.That ring must still be with Travis.

"Open the door! Mr. Travis, please, open the door!" she yelled, pounding on the door, which was obviously not going to help.

"Bastard! Scumbag!" she began to swear, using all the dirty words she knew.

Soon, she stopped and sat down weakly against the door.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry for not updating yesterday~ because there was a sudden power outage at home ⊙﹏⊙b Khan

So I updated earlier than expected today...