Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Cancellation of Death

Tom Riddle stood in front of the majestic castle of Hogwarts, his heart racing with excitement. It had been years since he had set foot on the grounds, but he felt as if he had never left.

As he walked through the halls of the castle, memories flooded his mind. He remembered his time as a student, the endless hours spent in the library, and the thrill of discovering new spells and potions.

But he had not come back to Hogwarts for nostalgia's sake. He had a mission to complete, a mission that required the resources and expertise of the school's potions lab.

He made his way to the lab, his heart pounding with anticipation. It had been so long since he had brewed a potion, but he felt confident in his abilities. He knew that he had a natural talent for potion-making, and he was determined to use it to his advantage.

As he entered the lab, he saw that it had not changed much since his days as a student. The shelves were still lined with jars of rare ingredients, and the cauldrons still bubbled with mysterious potions.

He set to work, gathering the ingredients he needed and carefully measuring them out. He knew that the poison he was brewing was dangerous and required precision and expertise.

But he was up to the task. He mixed the ingredients with care, watching as the potion changed colors and bubbled in the cauldron.

Hours passed as he worked, his mind focused on the task at hand. He did not allow himself to be distracted by the memories that flooded his mind or the temptation to explore the castle.

Finally, the potion was ready. Tom carefully bottled it and placed it in his bag, his heart racing with excitement.

He knew that the poison he had brewed was powerful enough to convince Hepzibah to part with the Cup of Helga Hufflepuff. With this potion, he had the leverage he needed to achieve his ultimate goal: to become the most powerful wizard in the world.

As he left the lab and made his way out of Hogwarts, he knew that he would return someday. He had unfinished business at the school, and he would not rest until he had achieved his goals.

BACK IN LONDON...

Tom Riddle paced back and forth in his rented room, his mind racing with plans and strategies. He had finally convinced Hepzibah Smith to meet with him one last time, and he knew that this would be his final chance to obtain the Cup of Helga Hufflepuff.

He had spent countless hours preparing for this meeting, studying every detail of Hepzibah's behavior and mannerisms. He knew that he needed to be convincing, charming, and persuasive if he was to succeed.

Taking a deep breath, he began to practice his speech, pacing back and forth as he spoke.

"Hepzibah, my dear, I know that we have discussed the Cup before, but I must insist that you consider selling it to me. I have something that you want, something that you have been searching for."

He paused, imagining Hepzibah's response. Would she be skeptical, or would she be eager to hear more?

"I have the solution to your problem," he continued, his voice growing stronger. "And in exchange, I ask only for the Cup. It is a small price to pay for the life that you have always wanted."

He practiced the speech over and over again, tweaking it here and there until it was perfect. He knew that every word had to be just right, every inflection and tone carefully calculated to win over Hepzibah.

Finally, he felt confident enough to face her. He took a deep breath and picked up his coat, ready to head out the door.

As he walked through the streets of London towards Hepzibah's estate, he felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.

When he arrived at her estate, he was shown into a small sitting room where Hepzibah was waiting for him, looking elegant and poised.

Taking a deep breath, Tom began his speech, his words flowing smoothly as he spoke.

"Hepzibah, my dear, I know that we have discussed the Cup before, but I must insist that you consider selling it to me. I have something that you want, something that you have been searching for."

He watched as Hepzibah listened attentively, her eyes focused on him as he spoke.

"I have the solution to your problem. And in exchange, I ask only for the Cup. It is a small price to pay for the life that you have always wanted."

He finished his speech, waiting anxiously for her response. For a moment, there was silence, and Tom felt a wave of doubt wash over him. Had he said the wrong thing? Had he been too forceful, too insistent?

But then, to his relief, Hepzibah smiled and nodded, reaching for a small box on the table beside her.

"Very well, Tom. You have a deal."

Tom felt a surge of triumph as he reached for the box, knowing that he had succeeded in his mission. As he left Hepzibah's estate, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had achieved his goal, and he knew that he was one step closer to becoming the most powerful wizard in the world.

FEW MINTUES LATER...

Tom Riddle paced back and forth in Hepzibah Smith's sitting room, his mind racing with ideas on how to obtain the Cup of Helga Hufflepuff.

Just then, a thought crossed his mind. He remembered the house-elf Hokey, who had worked for Hepzibah for years. Perhaps, with a little persuasion, he could get the elf to help him.

Tom decided to take a chance and summoned Hokey to the sitting room. The elf appeared, bowing low to Tom.

"Hokey, I need your help," Tom said, his voice cold and commanding. "I need you to do something for me."

"What can I do for you, Master Riddle?" Hokey asked, his voice trembling.

"I need you to put a potion in Hepzibah's tea," Tom said. "It won't hurt her, but it will make her more agreeable to my offer to buy the Cup of Helga Hufflepuff."

Hokey looked hesitant. "But that's not right, Master Riddle," he said. "I couldn't betray my mistress like that."

Tom's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward. "Hokey, I am asking you to do this for me. And you will do it, or else."

He raised his wand, and Hokey flinched back. Tom pointed his wand at the elf and uttered the Imperius Curse.

Hokey's eyes glazed over, and he stood still, waiting for Tom's command.

"Put the potion in Hepzibah's tea," Tom said, his voice cold and commanding.

Hokey nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Tom waited nervously, hoping that his plan would work.

A few minutes later, Hokey returned, carrying a tray with two cups of tea. He set the tray down on the table, and Tom watched as he poured the potion into one of the cups.

"Good work, Hokey," Tom said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Now, bring the tray to Hepzibah, and offer her the tea with the potion."

Hokey nodded and disappeared once again, leaving Tom alone in the sitting room. Tom waited anxiously, his mind racing with what could happen next.

A few moments later, Hokey reappeared, looking nervous. "Master Riddle, something's wrong," he said. "Hepzibah's not feeling well."

Tom's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't know, Master Riddle," Hokey said. "She's collapsed in her room, and I can't wake her up."

Tom felt a sense of panic rising within him. Had something gone wrong? Had the potion been too strong?

He rushed up to Hepzibah's room, where he found her lying on her bed, her face pale and her breath shallow.

Tom knew what he had to do. He had to get out of there, and fast. He hurriedly left the estate, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he disappeared into the night.

He knew that he had taken a great risk, but he also knew that it was necessary to achieve his goals. And he was confident that he would succeed, no matter what obstacles lay in his path.