Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Potions

Tom Riddle sat at his desk in the Hogwarts potions classroom, his eyes focused intently on the cauldron in front of him. He had spent weeks preparing for the final exam in potions, knowing that it was one of the most important tests he would face in his academic career.

The instructions for the exam were simple: each student had to brew a complex potion that required a delicate balance of ingredients and careful attention to detail. The potion would be judged not only on its quality and effectiveness but also on the skill and precision of the brewing process.

Tom had chosen to brew a potion that he had been practicing for weeks, one that he knew he could brew perfectly if he stayed focused and followed his plan. He began to work methodically, adding the ingredients one by one and stirring the mixture with steady, precise movements.

As he worked, Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his abilities. He had always been gifted in the art of potion-making, and he knew that he was capable of creating a potion that would impress even the most critical of judges.

Finally, after hours of intense focus and concentration, Tom stepped back from his cauldron and surveyed his work. The potion was a deep shade of purple, with a thick, viscous consistency that indicated its potency.

Feeling satisfied with his work, Tom turned to face Slughorn, who was making her way around the classroom, inspecting each student's potion. He paused at Tom's desk, her eyes scanning over the potion with interest.

"Excellent work, Mr. Riddle," he said, nodding in approval. "Your potion shows a great deal of skill and attention to detail."

Tom smiled politely, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Professor. I put a lot of effort into it."

Slughorn moved on to the next student, leaving Tom to bask in the satisfaction of his success. He knew that he had performed well on the exam, and he felt confident that he would receive a top mark.

As the class began to wind down and the students packed up their belongings, Tom allowed himself a small moment of pride. He knew that he was destined for great things, and his success in the final exam in potions was just the beginning.

1 HOUR BREAK...

Tom Riddle sat at his desk in the Hogwarts Charms classroom, his eyes scanning over the exam questions in front of him. He had spent countless hours preparing for this moment, studying every charm, incantation, and spell that he could find.

The final exam in Charms was notoriously difficult, requiring students to demonstrate their mastery of a wide variety of magical skills. From levitation charms to transfiguration spells, the exam covered everything that a skilled wizard or witch would need to know.

Tom took a deep breath and began to read through the questions, his mind racing as he searched for the correct answers. He knew that he had to perform well on this exam if he wanted to achieve his ultimate goal of becoming the greatest wizard of all time.

As he worked through the exam, Tom's confidence began to waver. Some of the questions were more challenging than he had anticipated, requiring him to think deeply about the nuances of each spell and its effects.

Despite his doubts, Tom pressed on, determined to succeed. He conjured glowing orbs of light, transformed objects into different shapes, and even managed to charm a feather to dance around the room.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tom finished the exam and sat back in his chair, exhausted but proud. He knew that he had given it his all, and he was confident that he had performed well.

As the students handed in their exams and began to leave the classroom, Tom remained seated, his eyes fixed on the exam paper in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as he waited for the results to be announced.

Finally, the teacher returned to the classroom, her face solemn but composed. "I am pleased to say that all of you have performed admirably on the final exam," she announced. "But there can only be one top performer."

Tom held his breath as the teacher began to read out the results, his heart pounding in his chest. He heard the names of his classmates being called out one by one, and then, finally, he heard his own name.

"Tom Riddle," the teacher said, her voice ringing out through the classroom. "Congratulations on achieving the highest score on the final exam in Charms. Your knowledge and skill are truly remarkable."

Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as his classmates turned to him with expressions of awe and admiration. He knew that he was destined for greatness, and his success in the final exam in Charms only reinforced that belief.

Tom Riddle sat at his desk, a quill in one hand and a sheet of parchment in the other. He was writing a letter to Genevieve, a student at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic who had become a close friend over the years. Tom had promised to keep her updated on his progress with his final exams.

Dear Genevieve,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know that you have been feeling unwell, and I wanted to send my best wishes for your recovery.

As for me, I have just completed my final exams, and I am feeling quite pleased with how I performed. I won't know the results for a few weeks yet, but I feel confident that I did well.

The exams were challenging, of course, but I had prepared thoroughly and felt confident in my knowledge of the subject matter. I was particularly pleased with my performance in Charms, where I achieved the highest score in the class.

I know that you were always a bit nervous about exams, Genevieve, but I hope that my success will encourage you to have confidence in your own abilities. You are a gifted witch, and I know that you will achieve great things in your own time.

Please write back soon and let me know how you are doing. I miss our conversations and look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Tom

Tom read over the letter one last time, satisfied with its contents, before folding it neatly and affixing it to the leg of his pet owl, Hecate. He stroked her feathers gently and whispered, "Take this to Genevieve, girl. Make sure it gets to her safely."

With a gentle hoot, Hecate took flight, soaring out of the open window and disappearing into the distance. Tom watched her go, his mind already turning to the future and the many possibilities that awaited him.

He knew that his success in his final exams was just the beginning of a long and promising career in magic, and he was eager to see where his talents would take him next. With a smile on his face and a sense of purpose in his heart, Tom turned back to his studies, ready for whatever the future might hold.