Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

After Tom finished shouting, he stared blankly as the passage closed, unsure when they would meet again.

"When did you become so sentimental?"

Cassandra, who had been watching the passage close with Tom, suddenly asked.

"Love is the greatest magic in the world. Seeing this scene, it's impossible not to be moved."

Hearing this Dumbledore-esque statement, Grindelwald felt a little uneasy. Sure enough, the next second Tom turned to him and asked, "What do you think, Professor Lockhart?"

What do I think? I think with my eyes, of course. This Tom Riddle is really annoying.

Grindelwald suddenly wondered if leaving Nurmengard was a mistake. Maybe staying inside would have been more peaceful.

Grindelwald ignored Tom and prepared to leave directly, but he suddenly stopped as he passed Cassandra.

"Cherish Ravenclaw's gift."

After saying that, he walked straight out of the Ravenclaw common room.

"Ah? What does Professor Lockhart mean?"

Cassandra looked at Tom for help.

Unfortunately, facing Cassandra's pleading eyes, Tom transformed into a chatterbox this time: "Lady Ravenclaw is really too much. Clearly, I did everything, so why does all the benefit go to you?"

"Could it be because you're pretty? But I'm also very handsome. Could it be she doesn't like my type?"

"Or is it that she thinks you're the weakest, and me and Gri… cough cough… Lockhart don't need it, so she gave you special treatment?"

Cassandra, listening to Tom's endless rambling without a single important point, became anxious.

"So, what exactly is the gift given by Rowena Ravenclaw?"

"Maybe you'll know when you wake up from a nap, but now we need to leave. The banquet is almost over, and I don't want to be seen as the kind of pervert who sneaks into the girls' dormitory by the Ravenclaws."

Saying that, he took the diadem from the statue, threw it into his storage space, and then dragged the still-stunned Cassandra away without explanation.

As compensation for missing the Halloween banquet, Tom specially took Cassandra to his favorite Hufflepuff—the kitchen next door—to enjoy a feast.

But facing the delicious food in front of her, Cassandra had no appetite. Her mind was filled with what Ravenclaw's gift could be.

"Riddlers are the worst!"

That night, Cassandra had a rare bout of insomnia.

"Cassandra, are you okay? You and Tom didn't even attend the banquet yesterday, and I heard something happened in Ravenclaw. Do you know what happened?"

Early the next morning, Pansy looked at Cassandra's tired face and asked with concern.

"It's okay, Pansy. I just didn't sleep well last night. As for Ravenclaw, the Grey Lady seems to have embarked on a new journey. I don't really understand the specific situation. You might as well ask Tom."

After saying goodbye to Pansy, Cassandra washed up, ate, and went to school as usual. Everything was so normal that it couldn't be more normal, just like any other ordinary day.

"So, what exactly is Lady Ravenclaw's gift?"

Feeling uneasy, she even went to the school hospital to have Madam Pomfrey give her a thorough checkup.

"Miss Vorey, apart from some sleep deprivation, your body is very healthy."

After receiving a clear answer from Madam Pomfrey's examination, Cassandra was about to go crazy. The unknown always makes people feel scared. Now, she was so bothered by Tom and Grindelwald, two riddlers, that she didn't get the surprise of receiving Ravenclaw's gift at all, and she was almost neurasthenic.

"Professor Lockhart, what exactly is Ravenclaw's gift?"

When she ran into Grindelwald's version of Lockhart standing with Dumbledore in the corridor again, Cassandra stopped them immediately.

"Professor Lockhart, what exactly is the Ravenclaw's gift you mentioned yesterday?"

"Miss Vorey, I think there is a more suitable person who can answer you. Why not ask Tom?"

"So, the power in Miss Vorey comes from Lady Ravenclaw. Very good. I hope Miss Vorey can make good use of it," Dumbledore said with a smile after looking at Cassandra for a while.

"Also, how are you and Tom getting along?"

'Why is everyone like this? Now even Headmaster Dumbledore is like this. And why didn't I realize that Headmaster Dumbledore was so gossipy before? Could it be that riddles and gossip are standard equipment for becoming a big shot?'

Cassandra's inner groundhog was roaring, and she was almost unable to maintain her image.

Just as Dumbledore wanted to continue gossiping, Cassandra quickly fled.

Facing the big shots in front of her, her skills were too shallow.

If Tom were there, he might say, "Yo, Headmaster, what new kind of play are you playing in the corridor? There are a lot of people here, pay attention to your image, or if you get photographed, it will be too damaging to Hogwarts' image."

When Cassandra saw Tom again, before she could speak, she heard Tom say first, "Huh? Why are you still wandering around here?"

"?" Cassandra was full of question marks, "Why can't I be here?"

"You should be reading books in the library, asking professors for advice, practicing magic in the Room of Requirement, not wasting time here."

"Look, how about my suggestion?"

"Not good at all! I just want to know what Ravenclaw's gift is!"

Seeing signs of Cassandra exploding, Tom simply replied, "The gift has already begun, don't you know?" and then left leisurely.

"What should I know?"

That night, Cassandra was once again kept awake by the riddlers.

"Cassandra, are you okay? You and Tom didn't even attend the banquet yesterday, and I heard something happened in Ravenclaw. Do you know what happened?"

"It's okay, Pansy. I just didn't sleep well last night. As for Ravenclaw, the Grey Lady seems to have embarked on a new journey. I don't really understand the specific situation. You might as well ask Tom."

Early the next morning, Cassandra, who was not well-rested, vaguely dealt with Pansy, but after saying that, she suddenly woke up.

The same conversation with the same person in the same place had happened once yesterday.

This time, Cassandra probably guessed what Ravenclaw's gift was.

The loop has begun!