[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor looked at Cloris in surprise, "Why do you say I lied?"

Cloris raised his eyebrows, "I just know. Tell me, who is that person? It can't be that silly boy Avery Byrne."

"No, it's not him." Eleanor replied, suddenly feeling something was wrong again, "I mean, I don't actually have anyone I like—"

"I knew it wasn't him." Cloris pretended not to hear the second part of Eleanor's words, and continued to say to himself, "Well, let me guess, it can't be Tom, right?"

Eleanor immediately felt her heart constrict, "What? No, of course not."

But Cloris sensitively noticed the unnaturalness in Eleanor's expression, so she narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Oh, please! You don't really like Tom, do you?"

Elinor wished to gag her mouth immediately.

"Who is in love with Tom?" Abraxas' voice suddenly came from behind Eleanor.

"Oh, damn it!" Eleanor jumped up from the armchair. "Are you going to scare me to death, Abu?"

"Sorry." Abraxas muttered, his eyes turned between Cloris and Eleanor, "What were you talking about just now?"

Cloris opened his mouth, and Eleanor quickly reached out and covered her mouth tightly.

"I'm starving!" Eleanor smirked. "Are you going to dinner, Abu?"

"Okay," Abraxas shrugged, "let's go together."

Eleanor wasn't sure how much Abraxas had heard.Thankfully, he didn't bring that up over dinner.

For a period of time after that, everything was uneventful.To Eleanor's relief, Avery's attitude towards her gradually became much more natural, and she looked no different from before.

And Tom looked the same as usual.He still shows a good student in class every day, and the professors are full of praise for him.

His "friends" seem to have restrained a lot, at least recently, they have rarely seen conflicts with other students in public.

Eleanor always felt that it was probably Tom who had warned them.Because once, she saw Payne pointing his wand at a Gryffindor boy, about to cast a jinx on him.Tom walked over and said something to Payne, and Payne put down his wand angrily and left.

Tom seemed to have more authority in the group than he had before.thought Eleanor.She had to admit that Tom was a good leader, and could make such a group of guys listen to him.

Thinking of this, Eleanor involuntarily stared at Tom at the other end of the table.Then she found a girl in the third grade who was doing the same thing, with a demented expression on her face.So Eleanor quickly looked back in embarrassment.

"I'll take a step first." Eleanor hurriedly stood up and left.

Abraxas stared at Eleanor's receding back, then turned his head and whispered to Avery beside him: "I think Eleanor seems to be in love with Tom."

Avery coughed so hard that a piece of steak nearly got stuck in his throat.

"What did you say?" he asked hoarsely.

"I overheard her conversation with Cloures last time," said Abraxas, "and I noticed that she always liked to stare at Tom."

"That's impossible," Avery said bluntly.He noticed that Abraxas was looking at him suspiciously, and quickly corrected himself, "I mean—why didn't I pay attention. Was she really staring at Tom all the time?"

Abraxas lowered his head and continued to cut his steak, and said lightly: "But I may be wrong."

After that, Avery was absent-minded all afternoon, and he couldn't help but look in Eleanor's direction.

When he noticed that she was staring blankly ahead, it always seemed to him that she was staring at Tom's back.

Avery thought he might be on the verge of going crazy.

It's a pity that the dull heroine didn't notice his abnormality at all, but Abraxas smelled something wrong.

"What happened between you?" Abraxas wrote Avery a note, "Since you came back from Hogsmeade last time, you two have been weird."

"Nothing happened," replied Avery, who hesitated before continuing, "Tell me, what exactly was the conversation you overheard between Cloris and Eleanor?"

But Abraxas did not reply to his note.

After class, Avery was stopped by Abraxas.

"I have something to tell you." Abraxas said.

Avery stopped and looked at him in bewilderment.

"You go first, Eleanor." Abraxas said to the girl calmly, "I want to talk to him alone."

After Eleanor left, Abraxas pulled Avery to a secluded corner.

"Tell me the truth," said Abraxas gravely, "are you in love with your good friend?"

Avery was tongue-tied for a long time, "You...what did you say?"

"I know it all. Because you are too obvious." Abraxas said in a very mature tone, it seemed that he was the older one.

"Who is that good friend you're talking about?" Avery said hesitantly.

"It can't be me." Abraxas said with a shrug, "You know I'm talking about Eleanor."

Avery flushed instantly.

"God," Abraxas sighed, "you really like her!"

Avery showed a hint of annoyance, "Can't you?"

"You should know that your family will not allow you to marry a mudblood." Abraxas said in a calm tone.

Avery frowned suddenly, and said unhappily: "Don't use that word to say her."

Abraxas blushed a little, and muttered, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to say that word—my family always loves to say that word, you know."

"I didn't say I was going to marry her," Avery said with a sigh, "and she's already turned me down."

"That's not the point," Abraxas said, staring at him intently. "The point is, do you want to be with her?"

Avery hesitated for a moment, turned his head away blushing, "Even if I wanted to, she wouldn't agree to be with me."

Abraxas suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, I will help you."

Eleanor looked at him with wide eyes, "Will you really do that for me?"

"Of course." Abraxas replied, "You two are my good friends, and I certainly hope you can be together."

Avery was secretly a little moved, but he didn't show it too much, "But you just said that it is impossible for the two of us to get married."

"Actually, your situation is different from mine," Abraxas said with a sigh. "Your father is completely different from mine...I think he should agree to the two of you being together."

"Maybe," Avery said, a little despondently.

One afternoon, Eleanor was dozing off in the common room when she heard someone call her name.

She opened her eyes, only to see a face she least wanted to see.

"You're finally awake." Lestrange sat across from her and said lazily with his legs crossed.

"What do you want?" Eleanor yawned and said in a bad tone.

"I just want to remind you that your mission has not made any progress." Lestrange replied.

Eleanor woke up suddenly.Damn it, she had long since forgotten that she had promised to teach Nicholas Potter a lesson.

"Forget it," she said with a stretch, "I'm not going to join you, so I'm not going to complete that stupid mission."

Lestrange showed a contemptuous expression of "I knew it", "Don't worry, we have made an interesting plan, and we can complete it without you. If you don't want to participate, just wait until tomorrow to see the results Well—if you're lucky, Potter might end up in detention or something before the Christmas break."

"How do you want to deal with him?" Eleanor asked.

"Do you think I'll tell you?" Lestrange sneered. "It sounds like you care about Potter. It's a touching friendship."

"Even if you don't tell me, I will find a way to find out." Eleanor said with a frown.

Lestrange looked at Eleanor contemptuously, "Really? Then I'll wait and see."

Eleanor decided to ask Cloris first, and Cloris did not live up to Eleanor's expectations.

"Actually, I don't know much. They didn't let me participate in that plan." Cloris looked a little embarrassed, probably because he was afraid that Lestrange would find out that he had informed him.

"It's okay, just tell me what you know." Eleanor comforted.

Cloris sighed, "Don't tell them that I told you. I heard that they planned to lure Potter to the empty storage room next to the potions classroom at midnight today, and then take the opportunity to kill him." Bad luck. But I don't know exactly what they're going to do to him."

"Thank you." Eleanor muttered, "That's enough to know."

Eleanor intends to remind Nicholas.It's almost curfew time, so she has to hurry back.

When she got near the Gryffindor tower, it was suddenly obvious that something was wrong.

The surrounding students were almost all Gryffindors, and they all stared at her, the intruder in Slytherin House, with undisguised suspicion.

Eleanor knew that Slytherin and Gryffindor had always been rivals, but she still couldn't fully adapt to this change—when she was a ghost, most of Gryffindor's students were very friendly to her, but now But they began to stare at her with wary and even disgusted eyes.

"Can you call Nicholas Potter for me?" Eleanor said to a passing Gryffindor girl.

"What are you looking for?" the girl asked back.

"I have something to tell him," Eleanor replied.

"Is it because he caught two Slytherin students who were using magic in the corridor today?" The girl folded her arms and said coldly, "Come to me if you have any questions, I am also a prefect."

Only then did Eleanor notice the shiny prefect logo on her chest.

"Not because of that," said Eleanor impatiently. "Go and tell him that Eleanor Alford is looking for him, and he will come out. He and I are friends."

The girl's expression loosened a bit, but she still said coldly: "He's not here now. It's his turn to patrol the corridor tonight, so he left half an hour ago."

"Oh, hell." Eleanor groaned.She always felt that this was not a coincidence. Maybe Lestrange knew this, so he would confidently confide the plan to Eleanor.

Eleanor paced back and forth in the corridor, but in the end she couldn't think of any good solution.Seeing that the curfew time was approaching, she could only go back the same way, go back to the common room to check the situation, maybe she could meet Nicholas on the way.

Unfortunately, Eleanor did not meet Nicholas.

At midnight, she quietly got up from the bed, and then opened the door a little to observe the situation outside the door.

There was no sound outside the door, not even a ghost.

Eleanor hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out of the room with her wand in hand.

Sure enough, there was no one in the common room.She glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, and the hands had already pointed to twelve o'clock.She realized that she might have missed out with Lestrange and the others.

"Damn it," she cursed to herself, wondering what exactly to do.

She knew that all of this was probably a trap, but she still couldn't help but want to check the situation.As long as she's careful enough, she can slip out and back without anyone noticing.

Fortunately, the storage room was not far from the Slytherin common room, and this corridor was usually not passed by at night.

Eleanor didn't meet anyone along the way, and she began to suspect that Lestrange might not show up at all.But she kept going.To be on the safe side, she didn't light her wand to prevent the light from revealing her position.

When she came near the storage room, she first carefully checked the surroundings, and after making sure that there was no one, she walked out of her hiding place.

She saw that the storeroom door was slightly ajar, but it was locked during Potions class this afternoon.

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