Adult Tom Riddle

Every compartment of the Hogwarts train was filled with enthusiastic students. Loud chatter, whistles, and laughter filled the air, magic was awakened, and fugitive chocolate frogs hopped underfoot. The witch from the tram strolled through the corridors. In the last section of the train, there was one particular compartment that no student dared to disturb.

Where Tom Riddle reclined, a crumpled newspaper moved between his delicate fingers. His wavy black locks fell straight over his forehead. His expression was a frown as his imposing black eyes scrutinized the plausible news in the Daily Prophet.