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Tom Marvolo Riddle was, without a doubt, the most dedicated student at Hogwarts. He had been amazed to know what other wonders he could work with a wave of a stick. True magic.
He knew his way around the library better than the librarian, who had granted him access to the Restricted Section. He devoured knowledge like a starving man eating a king's feast. Books were his escape, his peace.
The Cruciactus, the Imperius, and the Killing Curses intrigued him the most. He could control, torture, and kill someone with a simple incantation. The thought of holding a person's fate in his hands was an immensely appealing one.
Knowledge was power, Tom knew, and he wanted to be powerful.
The Slytherins, like the Muggle children at the orphanage, now knew to fear and respect him. They didn't taunt his half-blood status anymore. Tom relished this feeling, but he wanted more.
He wanted followers, people who believed in his ideals, people who would agree with him and help him rise to power.
Tom Marvolo Riddle was a name that would never be forgotten at Hogwarts. He would make sure of it.