Late at night, Tom, too excited to sleep, tossed and turned in bed before finally deciding to get up.
Eagerly grabbing his wand and textbooks, he sneaked out of the orphanage and found a secluded grove to practice magic.
After double-checking that no one was around, and by the light of a small flashlight, he carefully read through the textbook. Tom grasped his yew wand, focused his attention, and loudly recited the first spell he had learned since entering the magical world:
"Avada Kedavra!"
Magic and killing intent converged, and a ghastly green light dispelled the darkness, instantly piercing the trees ahead.
After a long while, the green light gradually faded, and a flicker of madness danced in the corner of Tom's eyes.
"Sure enough, compared to spells like the Lumos or Wingardium Leviosa, the Killing Curse is much more enjoyable to cast. Magic truly is subjective. It seems I'll be able to sleep well tonight."
"However, this year the noseless freak will come to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and Dumbledore will no doubt cause some trouble. Considering the butterfly effect, my current strength makes it difficult to even protect myself. It seems I need to think of a solution."
Tom stared blankly at the system panel, his eyes lost in thought.
A week later, July 31st.
Just as dawn broke, Tom got out of bed and left the orphanage.
The morning streets were sparsely populated. Tom observed his surroundings while raising his wand.
With a loud bang, a triple-decker bus suddenly appeared in front of Tom.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, I'm Stan Shunpike, your conductor for today...."
Before Stan Shunpike could finish speaking, Tom thrust eleven silver Sickles into his hand, said "The Leaky Cauldron," and boarded the bus.
"Bleugh...."
Arriving at his destination, Tom dry-heaved violently while muttering under his breath.
"This is worse than Apparition! Anyone who rides this again is a dog, bleugh...."
With great effort, he composed himself and walked straight into the pub.
"Merlin's pants, it's Harry Potter!"
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter."
"Mr. Potter, it's an honor to meet you."
As soon as Tom entered the bar, he heard the rising chorus of praise for the savior.
He glanced at Harry in the crowd, and while everyone's attention was focused on him, Tom didn't linger. He quickly went to the courtyard and used his wand to open the passage to Diagon Alley.
Weaving through the crowd, Tom scanned his surroundings, searching for his target.
Suddenly, a pale golden glint caught his eye.
"Finally found you!"
Lucius Malfoy, who was waiting for his wife and son to finish buying school supplies, suddenly felt someone staring at him.
Looking up, Lucius saw a child about Draco's age staring intently at him. As the boy slowly approached, his increasingly clear face stirred up long-buried memories. The boy's face seemed to merge with a face he had seen many years ago, and he involuntarily trembled.
"Long time no see, Lucius. It seems you've been doing well these years." The first words the boy spoke as he approached sent a chill down Lucius's spine.
Just as Lucius was about to say something, the boy continued, "I wonder if you've kept the diary I gave you safe and sound?"
Hearing the secret that only he and that man knew spoken by the boy, Lucius instantly lost all color, staring at the boy in horror, his voice trembling.
"M... Master, I, I..."
The boy interrupted him, "Return it to me. Send it by owl to Tom Riddle, Wool's Orphanage, London."
As someone who knew many things about that man, Lucius was even more certain of the boy's identity upon hearing the name. He respectfully lowered his head and said humbly, "Yes, Master."
"Don't let anyone know we've made contact. Now is not the time, or you know the consequences."
After issuing a small warning to Lucius, the boy quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Just then, Narcissa and Draco returned from shopping, and seeing Lucius pale, soaked in sweat, and trembling uncontrollably, they anxiously asked him what had happened. Lucius shook his head, looked in the direction the boy had disappeared, and whispered to Narcissa with lingering fear, "That man, that man is back."
Tom, who had confirmed that he was out of Lucius's sight, was not as composed as he had seemed. After all, impersonating Voldemort was bound to be awkward the first time. Now that he had done what he needed to do, it was up to Lucius to take the bait.
But when, on the second day, a dusty, round-faced owl flew into Tom's room through the window, dropping a black-covered diary and an extendable bag filled with Galleons, it was his turn to be shocked.
Moments later, the words disappeared, and a new line of text appeared: "I am also Tom Marvolo Riddle."
'Good, it's real. Lucius didn't fool me.'
Having confirmed the authenticity of the diary, Tom decided to tease the student version of Little Voldemort. After all, he wouldn't have this opportunity again.
"I grew up in Wool's Orphanage in London."
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"I also grew up in Wool's Orphanage."
"I'm going to Hogwarts this year. By the way, my wand is yew, phoenix feather, 13.5 inches."
"? ?"
"My wand is also yew, phoenix feather, 13.5 inches."
"I am best at the Avada Kedavra curse."
"? ? ?"
The copy-and-paste-like dialogue made Little Voldemort unable to hold back any longer, and he couldn't help but burst out: "The most skilled spell of a newly enrolled little wizard is Avada Kedavra, don't joke around, when did the atmosphere of Hogwarts become like this. Who exactly are you?"
"Sure enough, you can't hold your breath. No wonder you'll become a hehe freak. Heh heh, heh heh."
As if a switch had been flipped in Little Voldemort, he could no longer bear it and used his meager strength to manifest.
When the transparent Little Voldemort soul floated out of the diary, his eyes met Tom's, and he was shocked.
Tom, who had already stood up with his wand, wrote out a shining name in the air for Little Voldemort:
[Tom Marvolo Riddle]
Then, with a gentle tap of his wand, the letters were rearranged, becoming another name:
[I am Lord Voldemort]