Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Times Getting Serious

Tom Riddle stood opposite a Gryffindor student, his wand at the ready. He had been itching for a chance to practice his dueling skills, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

The Gryffindor student, however, looked nervous. He knew that Riddle was a powerful wizard, and he wasn't sure he was up to the challenge.

"Are you ready?" Riddle asked, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"As ready as I'll ever be," the Gryffindor student replied, trying to sound confident.

They began to circle each other, their wands at the ready. Spells flew back and forth between them, each trying to gain the upper hand.

The Gryffindor student was holding his own, but Riddle was a formidable opponent. He was quick and precise, his spells hitting their mark with deadly accuracy.

"You're not bad," Riddle said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "But you're not good enough."

He raised his wand and sent a powerful spell hurtling towards the Gryffindor student, who dodged just in time. They continued to duel, neither gaining the upper hand.

Finally, Riddle managed to disarm the Gryffindor student, sending his wand flying out of his hand. He stood there, triumphant, as the Gryffindor student looked defeated.

"You're a worthy opponent," Riddle said, offering the student his wand. "You'll make a fine wizard someday."

The Gryffindor student accepted his wand, feeling grateful for the compliment. He had lost the duel, but he had learned a valuable lesson about the power of perseverance and determination.

As they walked away, the Gryffindor student couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to match Tom Riddle's skills. He vowed to keep practicing, knowing that one day he might get another chance to prove himself.

After the duell there was a shocking announcement to make Myrtle was found dead in the bathroom, her body petrified by the Basilisk that had been released from the Chamber of Secrets.

The news sent shockwaves through Hogwarts, as students and teachers alike struggled to come to terms with what had happened. Myrtle had been an unpopular and unpleasant figure, but no one deserved to die in such a horrific manner.

As the days passed, rumors began to spread about the Chamber of Secrets and the deadly creature that lurked within. Fear gripped the students, and many were too scared to even leave their dormitories.

Tom Riddle strode towards Hagrid's cabin, his face set in a scowl. He had heard rumors that Hagrid knew something about the Chamber of Secrets, and he was determined to find out what it was.

Hagrid emerged from his cabin, looking nervous as he saw Riddle approaching. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to sound brave.

"I want to know what you know about the Chamber of Secrets," Riddle replied, his voice low and dangerous.

"I don't know nothin'," Hagrid said quickly, his eyes darting around nervously.

"Really?" Riddle said, raising an eyebrow. "Because I've heard that you used to be close to the person who opened the Chamber last time."

Hagrid's face turned red, and he looked like he was about to say something, but Riddle cut him off.

"I suggest you start talking, Hagrid," Riddle said, his wand held menacingly in his hand. "Or I'll be forced to use more... persuasive methods."

Hagrid backed away, his hands held up in surrender. "I swear on my life, I don't know nothin' about the Chamber," he said.

Riddle didn't believe him. He advanced on Hagrid, his wand pointed straight at him. "You're lying," he said, his voice cold and deadly. "And I won't hesitate to use force to get the truth out of you."

Hagrid cowered under Riddle's gaze, knowing that he was in grave danger. He had heard stories about Riddle's powers, and he knew that he was no match for him.

Finally, Hagrid broke. "All right, all right," he said, his voice shaking. "I know something about the Chamber. But I swear, I didn't have anything to do with it."

Riddle smiled, a cruel smile that sent shivers down Hagrid's spine. "That's all I needed to hear," he said, before turning on his heel and stalking away, leaving Hagrid alone and trembling with fear.

Hagrid: So, you're telling me that the Chamber of Secrets is real, Tom? That there's a monster in there?

Tom Riddle: Yes, Hagrid. And I'm afraid that the monster has been released. But don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Hagrid: But what about the students? They could be in danger!

Tom Riddle: That's why I'm going to find the monster and put an end to this once and for all. But Hagrid, I don't want you to tell anyone about this. It's important that we keep this a secret.

Hagrid: A secret? But Tom, the students deserve to know what's going on!

Tom Riddle: Hagrid, you know that I'm always looking out for the best interests of the school and its students. Trust me, keeping this a secret is for the greater good.

(Hagrid starts to look suspicious)

Hagrid: I don't know, Tom. Something about this doesn't feel right.

Tom Riddle: Hagrid, please. I need you to trust me on this. (Tom pulls out his wand and points it at Hagrid) Obliviate.

(Hagrid's eyes go blank for a moment)

Tom Riddle: Now, Hagrid, what were we just talking about?

Hagrid: (confused) I...I don't remember.

Tom Riddle: That's alright, Hagrid. It was nothing important. You can go about your day now.

(Hagrid walks away, still looking confused)

Tom Riddle: (to himself) Another problem solved.

Tom Riddle walked back to the castle, feeling pleased with himself. He had managed to convince Hagrid to keep the Chamber of Secrets a secret, and had even used the Obliviate Charm to erase the giant's memory of their conversation. Tom knew that he had a special talent for getting people to do what he wanted, and he was proud of it.

As he walked into the castle, he saw Professor Dumbledore in the hallway. Tom's heart raced at the thought of being caught, but he tried to play it cool.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore," Tom said, trying to sound casual.

"Good afternoon, Tom," Dumbledore replied. "I heard that you had a conversation with Hagrid earlier today."

Tom felt a twinge of fear, but tried not to show it.

"Yes, I did," he said. "We were just talking about the weather."

Dumbledore looked at Tom carefully, as if he knew that he was lying.

"I see," Dumbledore said slowly. "Well, Tom, I have some good news for you. Starting next term, you will be the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Tom's heart leaped with joy. This was exactly what he had been hoping for.

"Really?" Tom asked, trying to sound surprised. "I mean, that's wonderful news, Professor Dumbledore. Thank you so much."

Dumbledore smiled at Tom. "I have faith in you, Tom. You have shown great promise in your studies, and I believe that you will make an excellent teacher."

Tom beamed with pride. This was the validation he had been seeking for so long.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," he said. "I won't let you down."

Dumbledore nodded, then turned and walked away. Tom felt a surge of power as he watched the old wizard go. He was now a professor at Hogwarts, with access to all kinds of knowledge and resources. He knew that he could use this position to his advantage, and he was eager to get started.

As Tom walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the future. He was going to use his new position to gain more knowledge, more power, and ultimately, more control. He had always known that he was destined for greatness, and now, he was well on his way.