Tom Riddle (Voldemort)

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The most pathetic exit for a Dark Lord in history: defeated by a one-year-old infant, his physical body blown apart, reduced to a mere lingering wraith. After multiple comebacks, he was humiliated even further when his own Killing Curse rebounded off a Disarming Charm in front of a whole crowd, kicking the bucket on the spot, followed by everyone dancing on his grave (assuming he even had a coffin, that is). But so what? The great Tom Riddle never fears failure; he merely sees it as a flawed rehearsal. After all, if a mere seventh of his soul could cause so much chaos, it only proved the superiority of his original intellect. This time, he just needs to piece the rest of his mind back together first, and then—heh, the ants will grovel soon enough. When he returned to the Hogwarts Welcoming Feast once more in the form of a parasite, he swiftly assessed his current timeline: no wand, no Death Eaters, nothing but an idiotic host and an old headmaster watching like a hawk. An ordinary man might have despaired, but Voldemort merely sneered coldly. Since he couldn't confront them head-on, he would turn this school of witchcraft and wizardry into his perfect petri dish. He would exploit the arrogance of the pure-blood families, manipulate that naive little savior, and twist the entire wizarding world around his finger. Only this time, he had no intention of shouting slogans like "ruling the world." What he intended to do was become the true, unspeakable rule of this ancient castle itself.