Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Time Flies

Over the next few years, Tom continued to excel academically and became increasingly interested in the Dark Arts. Riddle, so when he learned about the exclusive Slug Club, a group of high-achieving students mentored by the esteemed Professor Horace Slughorn, he knew that he had to be a part of it.

Despite his reputation for being cold and calculating, Tom was able to put on a charming facade when he needed to. He knew that gaining entrance into the Slug Club would require him to use his charisma to impress Professor Slughorn and prove that he was worthy of membership.

Tom worked tirelessly to cultivate relationships with his professors and classmates, honing his abilities in magic and persuasion. And eventually, his hard work paid off. During his sixth year at Hogwarts, Tom received an invitation to join the Slug Club.

Excited by the prospect of joining such a prestigious group, Tom eagerly attended the Slug Club's first meeting of the year. As he walked into the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being among the select few chosen to be a part of this exclusive club.

Tom mingled with the other members of the Slug Club, including the brilliant Hermione Granger, the talented Quidditch player Cormac McLaggen, and the charming Hufflepuff Zacharias Smith. He listened as Professor Slughorn regaled the group with stories of his past pupils and showered them with praise and attention.

Despite his initial enthusiasm, however, Tom found himself growing bored with the small talk and pleasantries that dominated the meeting. He was eager to gain something more substantial from his membership in the Slug Club, something that would help him achieve his ultimate goal of becoming the most powerful wizard in the world.

It wasn't long before Tom began to subtly steer the conversation towards more practical matters, asking Professor Slughorn questions about advanced magic and seeking advice on how to achieve his ambitions. He listened intently as the professor spoke, absorbing every word and committing it to memory.

As the meeting drew to a close, Tom made a mental note to continue cultivating his relationship with Professor Slughorn. He knew that the mentorship and connections provided by the Slug Club could be invaluable in his quest for power, and he was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

With his sights set firmly on the future, Tom Riddle left the Slug Club meeting with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult and fraught with challenges, but he also knew that he had the intelligence, the ambition, and the connections to achieve his goals. And with the Slug Club behind him, he was confident that nothing could stop him from becoming the greatest wizard the world had ever known.

Professor Slughorn sat in his armchair in his office, surrounded by shelves of books and various potions ingredients. Tom Riddle stood before him, his piercing gaze fixed on the professor as he leaned in slightly.

"Professor, I was hoping to speak with you about something," Tom said, his voice smooth and controlled.

"Of course, Tom," Slughorn replied, his bushy eyebrows raised in interest. "What's on your mind?"

"I wanted to discuss dark magic," Tom said, his tone serious. "I've been reading up on it, and I believe there is much to be learned from its study."

Slughorn's expression grew more guarded. "Dark magic can be dangerous, Tom," he warned. "I don't want to see you get in over your head."

"I assure you, Professor, I am more than capable of handling any dangers that may arise," Tom said confidently. "And besides, I believe that understanding dark magic is essential to becoming a truly powerful wizard."

Slughorn considered this for a moment before nodding slowly. "I suppose there is some truth to that," he said. "But you must be careful, Tom. Dark magic can corrupt even the most well-intentioned wizard."

"I understand the risks, Professor," Tom said, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "But I believe that the rewards are worth it. Imagine the power one could wield with a true mastery of dark magic."

Slughorn frowned slightly, his expression growing more wary. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that, Tom," he said. "Power for power's sake is a dangerous path to follow."

"But power is what separates the great wizards from the rest," Tom countered. "And I intend to be one of the greatest."

Slughorn sighed heavily, rubbing his temples with his fingers. "I suppose I can't stop you from pursuing your studies, Tom," he said reluctantly. "But I urge you to remember the importance of using magic for good, not just for personal gain."

Tom nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, Professor," he said smoothly. "I always keep that in mind."

Rumors had been circulating around Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry about Tom Riddle, the young Slytherin student who was known for his cold and manipulative personality. Some of the more sinister whispers suggested that he was experimenting with dark magic, even going so far as to create his own spells.

Armando Dippet, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat at his desk in his office. Tom Riddle stood before him, his eyes fixed on the old wizard as he waited for Dippet to speak.

"Tom, I understand that you have been studying dark magic," Dippet said, his voice gentle but firm. "I'm concerned about what you might be doing with that knowledge."

Tom's expression remained neutral, but there was a glint in his eyes that made Dippet uneasy. "I have been studying many different types of magic, sir," Tom replied smoothly. "Dark magic is simply one of them."

Dippet frowned slightly. "I hope you understand that dark magic can be very dangerous, Tom," he said. "It can corrupt even the most well-intentioned wizard."

"I am aware of the risks, sir," Tom said, his voice almost too calm. "But I believe that understanding dark magic is essential to becoming a truly powerful wizard."

Dippet leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Tom's. "And what do you plan to do with that power, Tom?" he asked. "Do you intend to use it for good, or for personal gain?"

Tom's expression grew more guarded. "I intend to use my power to achieve my goals, sir," he said. "Whatever those may be."

Dippet's frown deepened. "I hope that you're not planning to use dark magic for anything illegal or unethical, Tom," he said sternly. "Because if you are, I will not hesitate to take action."

Tom's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained outwardly composed. "I assure you, sir, that I have no intention of breaking any laws or acting unethically," he said. "I simply wish to study all aspects of magic, dark and light alike."

Dippet studied Tom for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Very well, Tom," he said. "But I must warn you that if I catch wind of any illegal or unethical activities, I will take immediate action. Is that clear?"

Tom nodded, his eyes flickering with a cold intensity. "Crystal clear, sir," he said.

Dippet sighed heavily, his gaze lingering on Tom for a moment before he dismissed him with a wave of his hand. As Tom left the room, Dippet couldn't shake the feeling that he had just had a conversation with someone who was far more dangerous than he seemed.