Tom Riddle is here-Hogwarts Slytherin Side

agonizing wait

The order to slytherins had swiftly passed through the house of snakes. They were directed to lay low, back off the gryffindors for a while, concentrate on grades and homework from school, some of which had been put off in the duration of Draco and Tom's endeavours. While their plan to cause an evential shift in the way slytherins are viewed in the school, it would not bode well for their grades to suffer because of it. As such, most of the fifth years, and seven years, for owls and newts were instructed to focus more upon their classwork, as it would affect them for a long time later in life. Neither Draco nor Tom wished to see a potentially great Slytherin suffer because of mere grading whilst in school.
"You know," draco said softly to tom, causing the other to raise his head in question. They alone were in the common room, as it was almost midnight. Both were working on various essays which were coming due within the week. The solitude was nice. "My Father wished me to attend Durmstrang for a long time."
"Why is that?" Most wizards desperately wished to attend hogwarts. The fact that Lucius had been hesitant to send his heir, was a curious thing indeed.
"Because, Hogwarts is famed for being the 'best school of witchcraft and wizardry' but in my opinion, and apparently my Father's, it does not like up to the prestige its name would suggest." Draco had Tom's full attention now. He knew that Hogwarts had many flaws, of course. Every school did. However, he was curious to find out what may have changed from the years of his school time during the 1900s and now.
"How so?" Tom asked, subtly directing Draco further unto the topic. Draco seemed to enjoy his intrest if the slight smile and bright eyes had anything to say about it.
"There are no advanced classes for children who exceed expectations, so while their grades may look wonderful, they are bot beong challeneged, or really taught anything. Most Purebloods suffer because of the amount of halfbloods and muggleborns that the school lets in, both of which are leagues behind where most pureblood children are. It leaves pureblood children disadvantaged, and annoyed. They simply have to trudge the line and wait until 2nd year, when they can tale other courses, but many of which they also learn a decent bit about, especially if they are a son, or an heir to the family. Again, disadvantaged. The defense against the dark arts classes are literal jokes. The best teacher we have had was a werewolf. We barely learn about dangerous spells, how to recognize them, or what they do. Let alone counters to those spells if there are any. Protego is the strongest shielding spell on curriculum and I think you would agree when I say it is not strong, especially when dueling professionally. Nothing of dark arts is even taught. Barely anything but mildly dangerous creatures are referenced. The class is a joke. Transfiguration is okay, but many students get dragged behind, or left in the dust, there is no ranking. Some students should still be in first year classes, while others already surpassed what is given. Charms class, while fun, teaches nothing but mild charms, which are more for taunting or schoolyard tricks. The only decent class is potions. Then again, Professor Snape is a rarity." Tom had to admit, the boy had a point. "My Father believed that durmstrang had a better schooling curriculum, which they do, but eventually forewent the idea."
"What chaused his change of heart?" Tom questioned.
"Mother reminded him that Durmsrang was an all males school." He said, with a shrug. Tom was still confused, and draco laughed before continuing to explain. "Durmstrang is in the middle of nowhere, cut off from most civilizations of any kind, filled with hormonal teenage boys, and no girls. In those situations, it is not uncommon for, as my mother put it, 'boys to experiment witg each other because of a lack of others around.' Not to mention she reminded him that the veela traits I obtained from him would cause 'many to wish to engage my favor'." Tom stared in shock. That was so... brutally honest. Though it was true.
"Well, whatever it takes I suppose." Draco smirked.
"Yeah,"