Professor Tom M. Riddle.

1 - DADA Professor

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Everyone had taken their seats, there was a lot of chatting going on before Professor McGonagall unexpectedly walked into the classroom. This class was DADA class, aka Defense Against the Dark Arts which meant Professor McGonagall didn't belong here as she gave transfiguration. We all got quiet when she joined in front of our seats. She was holding a paper which was quite torn up. She fixed her glasses and cleared her throat before letting out her words. "Good morning everyone. I am not here to give you this class, as you know I give transfiguration. For your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, we have a new Professor." The silence quickly faded as everyone began whispering.

The door creaked open and everyone got quiet again. A tall man with dark hair and a stern look on his face walked inside the classroom.I found him glancing at me frequently, he was handsome. He joined Professor McGonagall who explained furthermore. "This is Professor Tom Riddle. You might have seen him in our school about two years ago and prior. Professor Riddle will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Thank you." Everyone was quite confused on what has happened with our old DADA teacher. After this introduction Professor McGonagall left the classroom and we were left with Professor Riddle.

My friend and I immediately looked at each other surprised he was a professor. Professor Tom Riddle was very tall, surely about 6 foot 6. He had dark brown hair, it had a slight wave to it which was batted down with gel. His facial expression was stern and he gave off a cold vibration, he was extremely handsome.

Professor Riddle did in face look quite familiar. I heard Professor McGonagall mention he used to attend this school. Tom Riddle. That name kept replaying in my head till I realized that it was the student where a rumor was of that he wanted to rule the world. I thought it was quite stupid back then but rethinking about it, it sounded quite cool. He had a life plan that he was destined to follow. It gave me motivation to follow my dreams, though it was just a rumor which proceeded to travel around the school.

I knew it was just a rumor but what if it were to be true. The pressure of wanting to ask was big but I did not want to embarrass myself by asking. The chance of it being some dumb joke was very big and what if it wasn't even him who had all of that planned out or at least the rumor. People would laugh at me for days. It is not that I cared for them laughing at me but it wouldn't make my last year so much better. After debating on whether I should raise my hand and ask him with words I decided to do it. This was the only lesson I could ask without it being weird. If I were to ask some other time i'd have to explain why I was thinking of him for all these weeks.

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