[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

Eleanor always felt that she had vaguely forgotten something.She stared at the newspaper in front of her. It was dated December [-], [-].

The last date she can remember is 17, her seventeenth birthday.

But other vague memories lingered in her mind like ghosts.She vaguely remembered a huge castle standing by the lake; sometimes she would reach out to touch her pocket, always feeling that there should be something important there.

More often, she always remembered a fuzzy face.It was a pale face with dark eyes.

—Who is he?

Eleanor took a job as a waitress in a Yorkshire pub.The work is hard and the pay is not great.She lived frugally until August of the following year, when she finally saved a small sum of money.

A vague memory tells her that the only way to find out what happened is by going to London.So she planned to use the money she saved to go to London.

After getting off the train at King's Cross, she looked around the platform crowded with passengers, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity clearly again, but she couldn't remember when she had been in London at all.

She looked up at the signs of platform nine and platform ten, and suddenly felt that feeling became stronger.

A scarlet steam train popped out of her mind suddenly.

— Hogwarts Express.She whispered the name silently.

But the question is... what exactly is Hogwarts?

It sounds like a place name, but she has never heard of this place.

Just as she turned to leave, a woman in a violet robe caught her attention.The others were also staring at the guy, seeming to think she was dressed too weirdly.But Eleanor didn't think there was anything strange about her attire.

She stared at the man's back, and finally couldn't help but quickly followed him.

"Sorry to interrupt..."

The woman turned around with confusion written all over her unfamiliar face.

Eleanor stared at the face, but her memory was not awakened.She confirmed that she didn't know the other person, so she sighed, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

The woman shook her head in a friendly way, then turned around and waved to someone behind Eleanor.

"Come on, Jane, you're going to be late," she said.

Eleanor turned around and saw a girl with short blonde hair and freckles running over quickly.Surprisingly, she also carried a cage in her hand, which contained a gray owl.

"Don't worry, Mom!" Jane said with a smile, "The Hogwarts Express train will leave in 10 minutes!"

Eleanor asked in surprise, "Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hogwarts." Only then did Jane notice Eleanor.She looked Eleanor up and down, and then said with a smile, "I haven't seen you. Are you a Hogwarts student too?"

"I don't know." Eleanor murmured softly, thinking, is Hogwarts the name of a school?

"Jane, it's eight minutes!" her mother urged, before handing her the luggage.

"I see." Jane stuck out her tongue, and then walked forward quickly.

Eleanor stared at her intently, but in the blink of an eye, Jane disappeared in front of a wall.

Eleanor looked around in shock, but no one else seemed to notice the scene except her.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the girl's mother walking quickly to the wall following her daughter.

Then she disappeared too.

Eleanor stood in front of the bare wall, reaching out to test it.

Her hand touched the solid wall, but nothing else happened.

Could this cold wall tell her the answer?The conclusion is of course negative.She began to suspect that she might have been delusional just now, and they couldn't just disappear out of thin air.

She walked around the wall a few times, but she never met anyone similar to the mother and daughter.She sighed remorsefully, then turned and left.

She wandered aimlessly along the streets of London, hoping that something would stir her memory again.

She walked for about half an hour, but still found nothing.

But she is not completely clueless now.She knew there was a school called Hogwarts.But she asked casually on the way, and no one had heard of this school, let alone the Hogwarts Express.

After wandering the streets of London for most of the day, she settled down in a cheap hotel.She didn't intend to leave London so soon, so she decided to find a job here first.

Fortunately, the hotel just happened to lack a maid to clean the rooms.She volunteered for the job.

The owner of the hotel is an old couple surnamed Jose. They only have a 15-year-old son named Thomas.They were so doting on their son that they didn't want him to do any chores, which succeeded in turning Thomas into an arrogant and disrespectful jerk.

Eleanor is called around by Thomas every day, instructing her to help her clean the room, wash clothes, etc., and always likes to find fault on purpose.Bullying Eleanor seemed to be one of the homework he had to do every day, but it was a pity that the other party didn't seem to take these little things to heart at all, which made him feel even more annoyed.

"Look," he called at breakfast one day, pointing to a cockroach he'd just slapped to death seconds before, "I've got a worm in my fried sausage! How the hell do you make breakfast, Ellie promise?"

"Really?" Eleanor quickly took his plate away and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll get you a new one right away, Tom."

"Don't call me Tom, I've told you so many times!" Thomas snorted dissatisfiedly, "That's what my mother called me!"

Eleanor's smile became even sweeter, "Yes, I understand. But I suggest you wash your hands before coming back for breakfast, after all, you just slapped a poor cockroach to death with your bare hands."

Then she turned and walked away quickly before Thomas could react.

After school started, Jane never had a chance to talk to Riddle, which made her feel very depressed.Although she has completely given up the idea of ​​pursuing Riddle, this cannot stop her from wanting to get close to the object of her admiration.

Until one day, she finally got a chance to go to Riddle's office.

Holding a thick stack of papers that Riddle needed to help correct, she knocked on the door of Riddle's office.

"Please come in." Riddle's slightly magnetic voice came from inside.

Jane suddenly felt her heart beat faster.

"Put it there," said Tom without looking up. "Thank you, Miss Scott."

Jane put down the paper, and then her eyes were caught by a small photo frame on his desk.It was a portrait of a girl—a black-haired girl in the portrait smiling with her chin in her hands, but motionless as if frozen.It was clearly Muggle-made, without enchanted paint.

"...I have seen her." Jane whispered.

Riddle instantly looked up from the paper and frowned at her, "What did you say?"

"I said, I've seen her." Jane said, staring at the small portrait, "...just a few days ago, at King's Cross Station."

Riddle stared at her silently, then suddenly sneered and put the photo frame on the table.

"That's impossible." He said coldly, and then went on grading papers.

"No, I did see her—one hundred percent sure," said Jane emphatically.

"Impossible." Riddle said calmly without raising his head, as if he was very convinced of what he said.

"why?"

"Because she's dead." Riddle replied flatly, as if talking about an insignificant matter.But his lips were slightly pursed, and the hand holding the quill pen didn't write any comments for a long time.

Jane swallowed her saliva, and finally couldn't help asking: "Who is she?"

"No one." Riddle said calmly, and then threw the portrait back into the drawer.

But Jane always felt that it was definitely not that simple.

She couldn't help but secretly guessed the girl's identity.As a young girl in love, she can't help but think of the relationship between lovers.

She kind of regretted not asking the girl's name, so she could prove that the person in the portrait was the same girl.

However, she soon found out the name of the girl on the portrait.

It turned out that her name was Eleanor Alford, a legend.She was once a ghost at Hogwarts, but she was resurrected once again.

"All the senior girls know that she used to be Tom Riddle's lover. So if my guess is correct, the pretty girl with dark hair in the portrait should be her." A girl said to Jane, "But I I heard that she disappeared, and some people said that she died."

— Eleanor Alford.

Jane firmly remembered the name, and then she wrote a letter according to this name.She gave the letter to her owl Chrissy.If Eleanor was still in London, Chris would definitely be able to find her.

If she really managed to find Eleanor Alford, maybe Riddle would see her differently.Jane thought to herself.The thought couldn't help but excite her.

At noon, Eleanor washed all the dishes and put them in the cupboard, then she stretched and planned to rest for a while.

"Eleanor! Where did you get those trousers I wore last week?" Thomas' voice came from upstairs.

"I'm coming!" Eleanor sighed.

She took the trousers off the clothesline, then turned and started upstairs.At this time, she heard a sound of flapping wings coming from outside the window.

Squinting against the harsh afternoon sun, she saw a gray owl flying in through the open window.She couldn't help noticing that there was still an envelope in its mouth.

"Eleanor, what are you doing?!" Thomas yelled, "Hurry up, I have an appointment with someone!"

"Wait a minute!" cried Eleanor, staring intently at the owl, always feeling that such a scene seemed familiar.

The owl threw the envelope into her arms, then stood motionless on the balcony and stared at her.

"Go away." Eleanor tried to push it away because she didn't want Thomas to see it.But it didn't move at all.

Eleanor sighed and picked up the snow-white envelope.Only her name and "London" were written on the envelope.does not have any address.She opened the letter, took out a piece of parchment, and found that there were only a few short lines written on it.

"Dear Miss Alford:

You don't know me, but we met once.We met once at King's Cross Station on September [-]st.

I am a fifth year Hufflepuff student named Jane Scott.If you do get a letter from me, then thank God I'm not mistaken.I just wanted to ask, why didn't you tell Mr. Riddle about it if you were safe and sound?He always thought you were dead.

Also, if possible, please tell me your address.My owl will bring back your reply. "

Eleanor couldn't help but focus on that name.

—Mr. Riddle.

She stared at the surname Riddle, and suddenly a complete name appeared in her mind.

"Tom," she said softly.

"Eleanor, what the hell are you doing?!" Another Tom, Thomas Hosey, hurried down the stairs, still wearing pajamas.He glared at the owl. "What's up with that damn bird?"

"Nothing." Eleanor handed him the trousers, "I'll just drive them off."

Thomas stared at her suspiciously, frowned in disgust and said, "Don't let it shit in our room, you know?"

Watching Thomas turn and leave, Eleanor found a pen and paper from behind the counter, and quickly wrote a reply.

"Miss Scott, please tell me everything about Hogwarts and that Mr. Riddle, because my memory has a little problem. If possible, I hope to meet you once, I I have many questions for you." Finally, she appended the address of the hotel at the end of the letter.

She put the reply in an envelope and handed it to the owl.The owl immediately grabbed the envelope, turned and flew away from the window.

The next morning, Jane nearly knocked over her teacup when she received a reply from Eleanor.After class, she excitedly came to Riddle's office and showed him the letter.

"Mr. Riddle, she is not dead! It's true!" Jane was incoherent with excitement.She was immersed in the fantasy of helping the lovers who were separated from each other to reunite, and she had completely forgotten her original intention.

But Riddle couldn't see any joyful expression on his face, instead it gradually became gloomy.

He raised his head and curled up his lips into an indifferent smile, "Do you think it's funny, Miss Scott? Imitating a dead man's handwriting?"

"No, I didn't!" Jane's eyes widened in surprise.

"She is dead. I saw her body buried with my own eyes." Riddle squeezed the letter tightly, and said coldly, "Unless what you saw was her ghost."

"No, that's not a ghost!" cried Jane anxiously. "She's really alive! By the way, that address, she wrote down her address—if you go there, you'll know I'm not lying to you." Already!"

Riddle tightened his grip on the letter paper, but remained expressionless, "You should go, Miss Scott—or, do you have anything else to do?"

"No, not anymore." Jane replied with her head down, a little frustrated, and then she turned and left the office.

After she left, Riddle frowned and hesitated for a few seconds, then crumpled up the letter and threw it to the corner.

Then he continued to look down at the advanced Potions tome, but this time he couldn't read a single word.

A few minutes later, he closed the book heavily, and then his gaze involuntarily slid to the ball of letter paper in the corner.

By the time he realized it, he had already stood up and picked up the ball of paper.He unfolded the ball of paper, frowning and staring at the familiar handwriting on it, as well as the address on the last line.

—that's an address in London, not far from King's Cross Station.

He crumpled the letter again, but stuffed it into his coat pocket.He sat back on the chair, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to put the back of his hand on his forehead.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath.

After about a quarter of an hour, he suddenly stood up from his chair.Then, he left the office as quickly as a gust of wind.