[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

That night, Cloris stopped Eleanor who had just returned to the common room.

"What do you want, Cloris?" Eleanor said, raising her eyebrows.

"I just want to tell you that I didn't mean to lie to you." Cloris changed his previous arrogant attitude and whispered nervously to Eleanor, "They forced me to do that, and I didn't Method--"

"That's enough." Eleanor interrupted her. She folded her arms and said coldly, "I thought we were friends, but it seems to be just my own wishful thinking. Goodbye, Cloris."

Cloris stared at Eleanor's back as she turned and left, and shouted loudly: "Then who do you think secretly leaked the news to Tom so that he can save you?!"

Eleanor stopped abruptly, turned around and looked at Cloris in surprise.

"It's you?"

Cloris bit her lip, "Of course it's me."

Eleanor sighed and remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Okay, I forgive you—but we will no longer be friends in the future."

Cloris opened his mouth hesitantly.Eleanor didn't stop and wait for her to speak, but turned around and walked away without looking back.

The winter of this year seems to be warmer than previous years. For example, the ice on the lake is not as strong as last year. Students are warned not to skate on the lake to avoid danger.

On Christmas Day, it finally snowed, and the entire Hogwarts Castle was covered in white, crystal-clear snow.

Eleanor didn't leave Hogwarts, she was used to spending Christmas here.She already regarded Hogwarts as her other home.

On the first afternoon of the Christmas holidays, Eleanor came out of the castle for a walk outside.She saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps practicing a spell.

She went straight to stand beside him, smiled and said, "Aren't you cold?"

Tom raised his head and glanced at her calmly, as if he had sensed her approach a long time ago, "It's not very cold."

Eleanor sat down beside him.

She watched him use his wand to melt a snowball into water, and then quickly freeze back into ice.Finally he floated the piece of ice in the air, and then uttered a spell that shattered the piece of ice into powder.

The crystal powder fluttered down and fell, forming shining stars under the sunlight.

"It's so beautiful." Eleanor hugged her knees and sighed.

"Why are you here?" Tom asked suddenly.

"I ate too much roast turkey at noon, so I wanted to go for a walk." Eleanor replied.

Tom chuckled. "That's not what I meant. I thought you were going back to Little Hangleton for Christmas."

"What about going back?" Eleanor sighed. "I'm not going to go up to Uncle Tim and tell him, 'Hey, I'm Eleanor, 17, and I died and came back to life! '"

Tom laughed softly again.

Eleanor stared at him in a daze, realizing that she hadn't seen him smile like this for a long time.It wasn't a fake smile to hide his emotions, but a smile that looked very real.

This made Eleanor suddenly feel that she was no longer so far away from him, as if she had returned to a few years ago when she was just a ghost.

Eleanor looked back, and suddenly sighed, "Actually, I'm a little afraid to go back. I always feel that it doesn't belong to me anymore. I forget a lot of things, and I don't remember most of the villagers in Little Hangleton. Looks and names, can't even remember what Uncle Tim's favorite tobacco is. Besides, in two years I'll be—"

Having said that, Eleanor suddenly stopped talking.Now is not the time to bring up "that thing".

Tom didn't comment.He continued to practice the spell in silence, and Elinor could not help noticing that he did not say it aloud.

"You didn't recite the spell, why?" Eleanor asked curiously.

"Silent spell," Tom answered succinctly.

Eleanor suddenly remembered that she had successfully used the death curse without chanting the spell last time.Although the effect was very poor, she did use it successfully.

"Like I did last time?" Eleanor asked.

Tom lowered his wand and turned to look at Eleanor, "Yes, just like you did last time." He stared at Eleanor closely, as if to see her through, "To be honest, I've always Feels like there's something special about you. You're not an ordinary wizard."

"There is no ordinary wizard who can't even use a door opening spell." Eleanor said with a shrug.

"No, it's not just that." Tom frowned. "Do you remember what was the first spell you used?"

"The Curse of Rejuvenation." Eleanor replied immediately.

"It's a very powerful kind of black magic," Tom replied, his tone as if he was endorsing it. "It's not as difficult as the Opening Charm."

"Maybe I was just lucky that time." Eleanor guessed.

Tom shook his head slightly, and he gave a short laugh, "However, very few people can use Avada Kedavra as a silent spell. If many people use it without making a sound, I'm afraid they won't even be able to make a small spark .”

Eleanor blinked, "It sounds like I'm very good?"

Tom didn't answer the question directly, but asked rhetorically: "What would you do if you found out that you were better at some special magic than the magic taught in school?"

Eleanor thought for a while, "I will find a way to teach myself those magics."

Tom turned to Eleanor, and looked into her eyes, "Even if those magics are not allowed?"

"Why are they not allowed?" said Eleanor. "Are they very dangerous?"

"Most are very dangerous," Tom answered quietly. "That's why they're banned, isn't it?"

"I don't know what I'd do." Eleanor was silent for a moment, then she grinned, "I've always really enjoyed trying 'forbidden things', to be honest. So, if I know I'm better at something, And if the school forbids me to do it, I will probably want to try it.”

Tom suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a slight smile, "Just as I thought, Eleanor. Maybe the two of us are more alike than we look."

"Maybe." Eleanor shrugged, she shrank her neck, "I feel a little cold, let's hurry back to the warm fireplace."

Tom still sat there motionless.

Eleanor looked at him suspiciously, but heard him say, "I think you should join us, Eleanor."

"Join what? Your small group?" Eleanor said.She suddenly thought of Lestrange, and her expression immediately showed obvious disgust.

Tom obviously knew what she was thinking.

"Don't worry about Lestrange, I'll find a way to get rid of him." Tom raised his eyes and said, "If you don't like it, I can remove him from us." He said with a sneer, "No People will object to me doing that because most people hate him."

"For God's sake, of course I hate him." Eleanor frowned and said, "Don't forget what he tried to do to me back then, and how I almost got—" She closed her mouth, suddenly Regretted bringing up that nightmarish event.

"It's okay, Eleanor." Tom said softly, "I understand." He stood up from the ground, patted the snow on his body, and walked to Eleanor's side.

"I can see the potential in you," he said, looking down at Eleanor. "You shouldn't waste it."

"Yes, that's right, I'm a genius. Uh, thank you for the compliment." Eleanor murmured.

Tom was a little too close, so she had no idea what she was talking about.

Her eyes were fixed near Tom's collar.

His collar is always so white, maybe he gets a new shirt every day.she thought wildly.

Just as she was thinking about the collar, she suddenly felt a soft touch on her forehead.

She froze and stood motionless in shock.

—what did he do?

It seemed half a century before Eleanor suddenly realized that Tom had just kissed her forehead.She felt her heart beating incredibly fast, as if it was about to break.

"Here's your encouragement," she heard Tom say with a chuckle.

She stared blankly into the other's eyes, and forced herself to make a voice hoarsely, "Why?"

Tom didn't speak, but answered her in another way.

He lowered his head and pressed their lips together silently.

Eleanor immediately held her breath.

She felt dizzy, but she didn't push him away.She closed her eyes tightly subconsciously, and could only hear the other party's heavy breathing and her own beating heartbeat.

Tom's kiss was unnaturally soft, like the light sweep of a feather.He rubbed against her lips nonchalantly, and the dry touch made Eleanor's body shudder.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, until Eleanor realized that she couldn't hold her breath anymore.

Tom finally paused the kiss, their noses still touching.

Eleanor gasped, and found that she had lost the ability to speak.She opened her mouth and tried to make a sound, "...do you like me, Tom?"

"Of course." Tom replied immediately.But he didn't ask Eleanor if he liked him too, but hurriedly kissed her lips again.

This was completely different from the kiss that Elinor imagined. He didn't use his teeth or tongue, but still just rubbed his lips lightly.But just this already made Eleanor feel like she was about to explode.

After a few seconds, he left her lips.

Panting, Eleanor opened her eyes and looked up at the boy who had just kissed her.

Unlike Eleanor, Tom's breathing was not disturbed, and his eyes were very calm.But Eleanor still caught a blush from his pale cheeks.

"It brings us closer," Tom said with a slight smile.

"Yes, that's right," Eleanor muttered, and she sighed, "Great, now we have to think about how to explain this to Avery and the others."

"You don't have to do that," said Tom, and let their foreheads touch each other lightly. "We'll just have to show them."

The deep meaning of this sentence made Eleanor blush immediately.

"Oh, shut up," she whispered.

The author has something to say: finally together.sprinkle flowers.

What, you said there is still a feeling of a bumpy road ahead?Oh, don't worry, that must be your illusion... Smile.