[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Tom Riddle is by far the most popular on the faculty, or rather, the most popular among the girls, there is no doubt about it.

He was young, said to have just turned 20, and handsome.What's more, he is knowledgeable and talented, and his understanding of magic is no worse than that of the professors.Professor Slughorn often told others that he was the best student he ever taught.

So, so what if the personality is a little gloomy and cold?Riddle's indifferent attitude can't stop adolescent girls from falling in love with him.

Fourth grade Jane Scott has always had a crush on Tom Riddle.She is a lively, but timid girl.She once secretly stuffed a love letter in Riddle's notebook, but she never got any reply.

"Should I put three drops of bile or four?" she always asked Riddle on purpose.

"Three drops." Riddle replied in a cold but gentle manner, even smiling slightly at her.

Jane was almost dazzled by that smile, though she knew very well that Riddle treated pretty much everyone in that way.

So, she secretly vowed that she would never give up easily.

After class one day, she deliberately asked to help Professor Slughorn, helping him bring the potions made by the students to the assistant's office.

"Just put it on that table. Thank you, Jane," Professor Slughorn said to her.

She pretended to accidentally knock down some of the bottles of potions, and the pink liquid immediately dripped all over the table.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Professor!" she cried, "I'll clean it up right away!"

Professor Slughorn sighed, and looked down at his pocket watch, "The next class is about to start, so I'll leave it to you. Remember to clean everything up."

Watching Professor Slughorn leave, Jane immediately breathed a sigh of relief.She opened the drawer of Riddle's desk and decided to stuff another love letter into it.

At this moment, she was suddenly attracted by something in his desk.

It was a long and narrow glass box, and on the dark green velvet cloth of the box lay a light-colored wand quietly.

"Oh, look at this." She touched the glass casing in surprise. "This wand is really beautiful."

She couldn't resist opening the glass box and took out the magic wand.The surface of the wand is very smooth, and the color is much lighter than ordinary people's wands.She fondled the wand fondly before attempting a small spell with it.

"Put it down." A cold voice said.

She raised her head and saw the dark-haired young man standing at the door, frowning at herself.

She blushed and put her wand back frantically, "Uh, didn't you—"

"What are you doing in my office?" he interrupted her.

"Professor Slughorn asked me to deliver these potions..." she murmured.

"Get out," he said commandingly, his voice terribly cold.

Jane looked at him blankly, a little startled by his angry appearance.

"Do you want me to repeat it again?" He narrowed his eyes and stared at her, "I said, get out."

Jane blushed even more, she walked out of the office slowly with her head down, and then trot all the way back to the common room.

Why is he suddenly so angry?Was that wand important to him?she thought, panting.

The next day, Jane decided to make a good apology to Riddle.

As the curfew approached, she finally managed to muster up the courage to come near his office.

At this moment, she saw Riddle pushed open the door and came out of the office.

Where was he going at this hour?She secretly guessed.Then, driven by curiosity, she quietly followed behind him.

About five minutes into her walk, she started to feel a little stupid about what she was doing.So she decided to turn around and go back to the warmth of the common room.

But Riddle stopped at this moment.

She poked her head around the corner and saw Riddle standing in front of the clock.

"What is he doing at the Clock of Kronos?" she said to herself.

They'd heard about the clock in class and had seen it in groups, but everyone knew it was useless to anyone except someone desperate for some answers, or obsessed with the past.

A few seconds later, Jane was startled to see Tom enveloped in a burst of white light.

After a while, the light slowly disappeared.As if he suddenly lost his center of gravity, Riddle staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall next to him.

He covered his forehead with one hand, and his heavy breathing could be heard even across the entire corridor.

Jane couldn't help running over from her hiding place, squatting down to check the other party's situation.

"Mr. Riddle, what's the matter with you?" she said worriedly.

Riddle raised her head, and an expression of pain and regret flashed across her face for a moment, which took her by surprise.

But that expression quickly disappeared without a trace.He glared at her with reddened eyes, "It's you—what are you doing here?"

"Nothing." She muttered guiltily.

"You're stalking me?" He frowned in disgust.

"No!" she quickly denied, "I just—just—"

Riddle pushed her away impatiently, then straightened up from the wall.

"It's curfew time," he said coldly. "Five points from Hufflepuff. If I catch you stalking me again, I won't just give you points, Miss Scott."

"I'm sorry." She murmured, and then mustered up the courage to look up at the other person, "...but are you all right, Mr. Riddle? I just saw you—"

"It has nothing to do with you, Miss Scott." Riddle replied indifferently, then turned around and planned to leave.

"The Clock of Kronos allows people to see past memories." She couldn't help but said with a trembling voice, "Did you see some painful memories?"

Riddle suddenly stopped in his tracks.He turned to look at her, but the focus didn't seem to be on her face.

"Not a painful memory." He whispered, slowly focusing on the girl's clear green eyes.

Jane raised her head and stared at those deep black eyes for a long time.She could clearly hear her heart beating like a drum beating from her chest, and at the same time, she felt a fever on her face.

"... Tom." She couldn't help calling his name softly.

Riddle suddenly raised his hand, and his slightly cold fingertips slid across her cheek.He stared at her, his cold eyes seemed to gradually warm up.

Her body couldn't help shaking, and then she slowly closed her eyes.

But she did not wait for the expected kiss.When she opened her eyes, Riddle had disappeared.

Eleanor had walked this path for a long time, and it seemed that years had passed.

But she still hasn't come to an end.She couldn't help but start to suspect that there was no end to this line.

She regretted a little that she hadn't been in that carriage.Now she's stuck here, caught between life and death.She missed the chance to go to heaven, but she can't return to the world either.

She began to cry silently, but couldn't squeeze a single tear.She started touching the rings on her fingers, but even that didn't bring her back together.

She had no choice but to stop, slowly close her eyes and let herself float in the air.

She began to recall what had happened at Hogwarts, but she found that those memories had become very blurred.She could no longer remember the names of most of the people at Hogwarts.Then she was surprised to find that she couldn't remember Avery's last name, or even what Abraxas looked like.

She stroked the ring, and the face of a black-haired boy gradually appeared in her mind.

"Tom," she whispered, "Tom Riddle." The last thing she wanted was to forget his name.

But Tom's face was gradually becoming blurred.

"No." She shook her head in pain and murmured, "...please, don't do this."

Some kind of power in the dark allowed her to walk in the world for a short time, but now that power wants to take that memory away.She couldn't help thinking this way.

She began to force herself to keep walking down the path.But the longer she goes, the more blurred her memory becomes.

Finally, as Tom's face faded from her mind, she saw a sudden, dizzying white light ahead of her.

In the white light, it was as if something was pulling her firmly, guiding her to move forward.

She walked towards the light uncontrollably.The moment she stepped into the light, she suddenly faintly heard a pleasant bell ringing.

"when--"

When the bell disappeared, so did the white light, followed by boundless darkness.

The moment the darkness fell, Eleanor heard an old and hoarse voice saying in her ear: "Remember, you have to bring that ring back...the bell of Kronos will guide you."

"...Take it back? Where to take it?" She thought in her heart, and at the same time felt that she seemed to have heard this voice somewhere.

But no one answered her question.

She felt that her consciousness began to become blurred, and the strong dizziness made her slowly close her eyes.

After an unknown period of time, she felt a burst of difficulty breathing, and her chest felt as uncomfortable as if someone was pressing a stone on it.At the same time, a smell of earth entered her nose.

She opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that there was still darkness in front of her.

- It's so cold.

It was as cold as being immersed in ice water.

She stretched out her hand subconsciously, but touched the hard wooden board.

A quarter of an hour later, a horrifying scene occurred in Little Hangleton's cemetery.Suddenly a pale hand appeared from the dirt, and then the whole arm.Immediately afterwards, a girl with long black hair struggled to crawl out of the mud.

She had no time to care that the skirt on her body was covered with mud, but staggered forward.

Then she stood on a small road leading to the village, staring blankly ahead.

The biting cold wind lifted her skirt, and she couldn't help wrapping her arms around her trembling shoulders.Just then, a passing carriage stopped beside her.

"Are you in trouble, miss?" inquired the kind coachman.

She raised her head and nodded silently.

"What is this place?" she asked softly.

"Little Hangleton," replied the coachman.

"...Little Hangleton." She repeated the place name, and some vague memories immediately appeared in her mind.

Then, she turned her head to look at the place where she came from.

Under the dark night sky, the cemetery looked gloomy and desolate.She couldn't help shivering.

"Am I dead?" she murmured, but the coachman didn't hear her clearly.

"Where are you going? Do you need me to take you for a ride?" the coachman asked, rubbing his hands that were red from the cold, and at the same time looked at her dirty dress with a little curiosity.

"No need." She said hoarsely in a low voice, and then started walking towards the village.

Soon, she came to the door of Uncle Tim's house, but found that there was already an empty house there.

For a while she lingered at the door like a ghost.Just then, she heard a scream behind her.

She turned around to see a little girl staring at her in horror, screaming like she saw a ghost.

"Hi." She grinned at her through her parched lips, "You know where the original owner of this house went—"

But the little girl had already turned and fled, crying "Mom".

Eleanor watched her disappearing figure quietly, and suddenly realized that this village no longer welcomes her.She didn't want to cause a commotion, so she sighed and started walking out of the village.

Fortunately, she soon saw the carriage again near the tavern on the edge of the village.

"Please take me away," she begged the driver.

"But where are you going, miss?" asked the coachman, frowning.

Eleanor was silent for a moment, then turned her head to look at the lights on the other side of the village.

"Anywhere." She said softly, "...just get out of here."

The author has something to say: There are a lot of unscientific things in this chapter, don’t get into it~~(≧▽≦)/~啦啦啦~

In short, the day when the two reunite is not far away~