Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Just as Tom was troubled by the Quidditch match, a festival of utmost importance to the Hogwarts students was arriving two days earlier than the Quidditch match.

“It’s that time of year again for Halloween. What kind of accident do you think will happen this year?”

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Cassandra was casting the Imperius Curse on a Cornish pixie in front of her while curiously asking Tom, who was daydreaming beside her.

“Isn’t the biggest accident this year right there?”

Coming back to his senses, Tom pointed at Professor ‘Lockhart’ who was constantly patrolling among the young wizards, and responded to Cassandra.

“Professor Lockhart? How could that be? His Defense Against the Dark Arts class is pretty good.”

Cassandra felt that Tom must be jealous like the Dark Lord, otherwise how could he say such outrageous things?

Tom just smiled and didn't explain further, casually throwing an Imperius Curse at the pixie in front of him: “Come on, dance for me to liven things up.”

Seeing the pixie dancing in front of him, Tom couldn't help but ask Cassandra: “Do you think there will be any 'Saintly Mothers' protesting against our treatment of these pixies?”

“Saintly Mother? Who?” Cassandra looked at Tom in confusion.

Tom nodded towards a brown-haired girl in Ravenclaw.

“You mean Hermione? How could that be?”

Cassandra looked incredulous, but suddenly she seemed to think of something and revealed an unbelievable expression.

“Wait, that’s not right, let me think for a moment, Hermione really seemed to have protested to Professor Lockhart.”

Hearing gossip, Tom immediately became interested: “Then what happened afterwards? Why did it stop?”

“Afterwards,”

Seeing Cassandra bring the topic back, Tom felt like he had been stabbed hard by his own boomerang.

The Basilisk has become his pet, how would he know what would happen? With his talent for prophecy, it's really too difficult for me, Fat Tiger.

This matter should be directed to someone patrolling in the classroom.

Tom brainstormed for a moment before hesitantly saying: “How about I release the little snake to liven up the festival for everyone?”

Tom's Basilisk bracelet seemed to sense something and involuntarily trembled, scaring Tom into quickly reinforcing it on the spot.

Cassandra glanced at the bracelet on Tom's right hand, with a serious expression: “Please don’t do that, Professor Dumbledore is still here, you don’t want the Basilisk to become a collectible in Professor Snape's potions storage room the next day, right?”

“Then how about I use the Corpse Control Curse to create a dance troupe to perform for everyone?”

This time, before Cassandra could speak, a voice came from behind.

“Are you planning to transform into a necromancer, Tom? Besides, Dumbledore has already hired a skeleton band to perform, your idea is outdated. With this time, why not consider how your Quidditch debut will be, I am very much looking forward to it.”

“Oh right, let me give you a suggestion, if you are really bored, you might as well go to the Ravenclaw common room to take a look, maybe you will gain something.”

After saying that, Grindelwald didn't waste any more words with Tom and started wandering slowly among the young wizards again.

“When did Lockhart have the talent for prophecy? This wasn't reflected in his books, it doesn't seem like his style.”

Faced with Cassandra's curiosity, Tom only replied faintly: “Maybe he just came back from Chernobyl and mutated.”

“?”

Cassandra had obviously never heard of Chernobyl, but seeing Tom tapping the table with his fingers absentmindedly, she was too embarrassed to ask more questions.

As a result, Tom was silent for a while, then suddenly cursed: “I really hate soothsayers!”

“Then are we going?” Cassandra asked cautiously.

“Go, why wouldn’t we go? Professor ‘Lockhart’ at least has more integrity than some noseless people.”

Tom looked at someone back on the podium with gritted teeth, earning a faint smile from Grindelwald.

“What is something that is constantly decreasing every day, but will never disappear?”

“Time.”

Taking advantage of the Halloween feast, two Slytherin little snakes snuck into the Ravenclaw common room through the Eagle door’s riddle.

“Cassandra, the Ravenclaw common room is the easiest to enter in the entire Hogwarts. Do you think Cedric sneaks into Cho Chang's dormitory every day?”

Tom asked Cassandra casually while looking around the lounge, which was empty because everyone had gone to the dinner.

“Please don't judge others by yourself, Head Boy Diggory wouldn't do that. Wait, are you saying Head Boy Diggory and Head Girl Chang are a couple?”

Having been with Tom for a long time, Cassandra immediately grasped the gossip key point in Tom's words, but this time it was Tom's turn to be surprised.

“You actually didn't know? I thought you would know. Of course, besides Cedric and Cho, Harry and Ginny should also be included to complete the relationship.”

“A love quadrangle?” Cassandra exclaimed, only able to say that the noble circle is really chaotic.

“However, what exactly are we looking for? It is said that there is an independent library in the Ravenclaw common room. Do you think Professor Lockhart, who came from Ravenclaw, was referring to this?”

Putting away her gossip, Cassandra asked Tom very seriously.

“That is indeed very Ravenclaw, but unfortunately Lockhart cannot be considered a true Ravenclaw.”

Tom shook his head, his gaze fixed on the front.

Cassandra followed Tom's gaze: “The statue of Ravenclaw, what's wrong?”

“I always feel that this statue of Ravenclaw looks awkward, Cassandra, what do you think?”

After listening, Cassandra observed the statue with Tom. After a moment, she exclaimed loudly: “I know, the diadem, the statue of Ms. Ravenclaw is missing the diadem.”

Following Cassandra's words, Tom looked at it and it was true. Subconsciously, he took out the Diadem of Ravenclaw from his storage space.

Just as Tom was preparing to put the diadem on the statue, a stern shout interrupted his actions: “What are you planning to do again, Tom Riddle!”

Only to see the Ravenclaw ghost, the Grey Lady, or rather Helena Ravenclaw, who had been avoiding Tom, standing between Tom and the statue.

Tom shook the diadem in his hand: “Of course, I am helping Ms. Ravenclaw to be crowned.”

“No, you can’t do this, back then…”

Knowing that Helena would most likely bring up her experience of being defrauded by Voldemort, Tom didn't have the patience to argue with her. Under Helena's incredulous gaze, he walked straight through her body and placed the diadem on the statue.

The re-crowned statue seemed to be activated, emitting a soft light, and a virtual figure gradually formed in the lounge.

Although he had never seen her in person, Tom immediately recognized the identity of the virtual figure.

“Rowena Ravenclaw!”