Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Hourglass

The final month of the Hogwarts school year had arrived, and students were eagerly preparing for their exams and graduation. The halls were bustling with activity as students rushed to and fro, their faces set with determination.

Tom Riddle was no exception. He had spent the last few weeks poring over his textbooks and notes, determined to excel in his exams and secure his place as the top student in his year.

As he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Graduation was only a few short weeks away, and Tom knew that he had the potential to achieve great things.

As he entered the Great Hall, he was greeted by the sound of students chattering and laughing, the smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs filling the air. Tom quickly made his way to the Slytherin table, where his fellow housemates were already deep in conversation.

"Good morning, Tom," said his friend and fellow Slytherin, Marcus Flint. "Are you ready for your exams?"

Tom nodded, taking a seat next to Marcus. "I'm more than ready," he replied. "I've been studying day and night for the past month."

"That's the spirit," said another Slytherin, Adrian Pucey. "We'll all do well if we stick together."

Tom smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with his housemates. Despite their often ruthless and competitive natures, he knew that they all shared a common goal: to be the best.

As the breakfast plates were cleared away, the headmaster, Armando Dippet, rose to his feet, his robes billowing behind him.

"Good morning, students," he said, his voice ringing out across the hall. "As you all know, the end of the school year is fast approaching, and with it, your final exams."

A murmur of excitement and apprehension ran through the hall, and Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He knew that he was prepared for anything that his professors could throw at him.

"In two weeks' time, you will sit your exams, and I have every faith that you will all do your best," continued Dippet. "But before that, we have one last challenge for you."

Tom's ears pricked up at this. What could the headmaster possibly have in store for them?

"We have organized a series of challenges to test your skills and knowledge across a range of subjects," explained Dippet. "Those who excel in these challenges will earn valuable extra credit towards their final grades."

Tom could feel a sense of excitement building within him. This was the perfect opportunity to prove himself, to show that he was the best student in his year.

"We will begin the challenges tomorrow morning," concluded Dippet. "I wish you all the best of luck."

As the students filed out of the Great Hall, Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The last month of the school year was going to be a challenge, but he was ready for whatever lay ahead.

As the last month of the school year arrived, Tom Riddle found himself buried in books and notes, studying for his final exams. He knew that these exams would determine his future and he couldn't afford to mess them up.

Tom spent most of his days in the library, pouring over textbooks and practicing spells. He was determined to do well in all of his classes and show everyone that he was the best student in the school.

His friends had noticed the change in him. Tom had always been studious, but now he was almost obsessive about his studies. They tried to persuade him to take a break and have some fun, but Tom was too focused on his exams.

One day, Tom was in the library when he heard a commotion outside. He looked up to see a group of students running past, laughing and shouting. Tom felt a twinge of envy. He wished he could join in, but he had to study.

He turned his attention back to his notes and continued reading. Hours passed and soon it was dark outside. The library was almost empty except for Tom and a few other students.

Tom looked up from his notes and rubbed his tired eyes. He realized that he had been studying for almost 12 hours straight. He decided to take a break and stretch his legs.

As he walked through the deserted corridors, he thought about his exams. He had prepared well and knew that he was ready. He just hoped that he wouldn't freeze up during the exams.

Tom finally arrived back at his common room and collapsed onto his bed. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He knew that he had to stay focused if he wanted to succeed.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. Tom spent all his time studying and preparing for his exams. He barely slept or ate, but he was determined to do well.

Finally, the day of the exams arrived. Tom woke up early and reviewed his notes one last time. He felt a sense of calm wash over him. He knew that he had done everything he could to prepare.

Tom arrived at the exam room and took his seat. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he read the first question. He took a deep breath and began to write.

Hours later, the exams were over. Tom felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had done it. He had made it through his final exams.

Now all he could do was wait for the results. But Tom was confident that he had done well. He had studied harder than anyone else and he knew that it would pay off.

Tom Riddle was sitting in the common room, surrounded by his books and notes, preparing for his final exams. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn't even notice when Marcus Flint walked in.

"Hey, Riddle," Flint said, approaching him.

Tom looked up, surprised to see the Slytherin Quidditch captain standing there. "Flint, what do you want?"

"Just wanted to talk to you about the final exams," Flint replied, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "How are you feeling about them?"

Tom shrugged. "I'm confident that I'll do well."

Flint nodded. "Yeah, me too. But it's not just about doing well, is it? It's about doing better than the others. You know that we're in competition with the other houses, right?"

"I'm aware," Tom said, feeling slightly annoyed at the reminder.

"I just wanted to make sure you're studying hard," Flint continued. "I mean, we're Slytherins. We're supposed to be the best."

"I am studying hard," Tom replied coolly. "I don't need you to tell me what to do."

Flint raised an eyebrow. "Alright, no need to get defensive. I'm just saying that if we want to win the house cup, we need to be at our best."

"I understand," Tom said, his tone more measured now. "But I think I have everything under control. Thanks for your concern, Flint."

Flint nodded, stood up, and headed towards the door. "Well, good luck to you, Riddle. I hope you ace those exams."

Tom watched him go, feeling slightly irritated. He didn't need anyone to tell him how to prepare for his exams. He was perfectly capable of doing it himself. But still, he couldn't help feeling a small twinge of anxiety as he looked down at his books and began studying once more.