Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

My name is Cassandra Vawrey, and I'm a second-year student in Slytherin.

On Halloween night, I followed the Dark Lord into the Ravenclaw common room, witnessed the departure of Helena Ravenclaw and Rowena Ravenclaw, and inexplicably received the so-called gift of Ravenclaw.

Tormented by the Dark Lord, Professor Lockhart, and Headmaster Dumbledore, three riddle-loving individuals, I've been suffering from insomnia for two whole days. Today, hearing Pansy say the exact same things as yesterday, I finally understand what the so-called gift really is.

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Today is the first loop.

"Is it really okay for us to just go in like this?"

This was my first time entering the Headmaster's office, and in this way. I asked the Dark Lord, feeling a little scared.

As a result, the Dark Lord waved his hand, acting as if nothing had happened, completely unconcerned.

"It's okay, Dumbledore and I have a great relationship. I even helped him and his old flame rekindle their relationship."

What did I hear? Dumbledore actually has an old flame? This is a major event in the wizarding world.

Dark Lord, don't just say half of it and then stop! Leaving people in suspense like that will be punished by heaven!

Also, if you and Dumbledore have a good relationship, then what was the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters fighting to the death for back then?

After being led into the Headmaster's office by the Dark Lord, I discovered that in addition to Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Lockhart was actually there again. Are they really that close?

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always felt like there was something between them. But Dumbledore and Lockhart? I must be influenced by the Dark Lord and my brain is broken.

After the Dark Lord whispered a few words to them, Headmaster Dumbledore warmly invited me to sit down. This affability is indeed worlds apart from a certain Dark Lord; he truly is the greatest white wizard of the 20th century.

However, the moment I sat down, I realized that my whole body was unable to move. Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Lockhart, and the Dark Lord all pulled out their wands and pointed them at me. At this moment, I was extremely scared.

I'm just a pitiful, weak, and helpless second-year Slytherin witch. Using this lineup to deal with me is going too far, really going too far.

Watching them whispering to each other while casting all sorts of spells I had never heard of on me, my heart was collapsing at this moment. At least give me a chance to say my last words.

But after a while, I noticed something was wrong. The way they were treating me was more like... more like... that's right, more like how Muggles treat the lab rats in their laboratories, as the Dark Lord once mentioned. So, I can at least survive.

Facts proved that my guess was correct. Before long, I was able to move freely again. Headmaster Dumbledore said to me kindly, as if nothing had happened, "Now everything is fine, Miss Vawrey. Cherish this gift."

When I asked Professor Dumbledore how long this loop would last, he replied with a smile, "It will naturally end when it should end. Don't worry, Miss Vawrey, the remaining power of Ravenclaw cannot support you being trapped in the loop forever."

Isn't that just saying nothing at all? Another day of hating riddlers.

After leaving the Headmaster's office, the Dark Lord took me to the library and made a reading list, telling me to study hard in the loop.

How annoying. Why do I have to work hard here even after receiving the gift? Isn't there a kind where you get the gift one second and can rival the Dark Lord the next?

Also, normally in a loop, the Dark Lord would forget what happened in the previous loop in the next loop, wouldn't he? Doesn't that mean I can slack off?

But the next second, the Dark Lord said to me coldly, "Don't think about slacking off. I have my own ways to keep an eye on you."

Damn it, the Dark Lord must have used Legilimency, it must be so.

But no matter how abstract the Dark Lord is, I can't doubt his strength, so I dare not gamble.

So today is the first day of my working hard? My good days are gone from now on?

Annoying Ravenclaw, annoying Dark Lord.

I suffered from insomnia again that night.

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Today is the second loop.

Because I was afraid of retaliation from the petty Dark Lord, I still chose to actively report yesterday's study progress to him.

After answering a few questions he casually asked, he nodded in satisfaction and said that today he would personally guide me in spells and potions.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that I passed the test today, another day of surviving.

Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord actually taught me the Disillusionment Charm today, not Dark Magic. Surprisingly normal.

However, the faint expectation in his eyes made me feel uneasy. I always felt like a pot would fall on my head out of nowhere.

As for potions, the Dark Lord said that it was his exclusive invention and was still being improved. He only taught it to me and asked me to record it every day and then tell him the situation in the next loop so that he could improve it.

It is said that even Professor Snape has never had this treatment, so should I feel honored?

As for what I asked the Dark Lord about the potion's effects, he said to me mysteriously, "This is to improve digestion."

The Dark Lord researching potions to improve digestion? Even Ron Weasley from Gryffindor next door wouldn't believe such an outrageous thing. There must be a deeper conspiracy here.

In fact, I didn't even know that I had a talent for prophecy.

Before dinner that evening, the Dark Lord took me to the kitchen, held his wand against me, and made me add the freshly brewed potion to the ingredients. I was completely dumbfounded. My first thought was whether I should consider signing up for the elective Divination course in the third year. I must be crazy.

After I added the potion, the Dark Lord said to me with a look of relief, "Don't worry, this potion won't kill anyone. I'm not crazy enough to send Hogwarts teachers and students away in one wave. Besides, now it's in your loop, and next time they'll forget everything. It won't implicate you."

Alas, helplessly, I chose to believe the Dark Lord's words.

The Dark Lord indeed didn't lie to me, as long as you ignored the long line that formed outside the bathroom after the dinner, and the strange smell that permeated the castle.

That night, lying on the bed in the dormitory, my stomach growled with hunger, causing me to suffer from insomnia again.