The Knights of Walpurgis

The castle continued its routine of whispers and rules, but in the depths of Slytherin another power existed. A select circle of young aristocrats ruled in the shadows. Before they were feared by the wizarding world, they were known by an elegant and deadly name: The Knights of Walpurgis.

You were the new Slytherin student. You quickly realized that it wasn't the teachers who dictated the order there. It was them.

That night, a note sealed with black wax was left under her pillow. No signature. Just a time.

Upon entering the old, abandoned room, he encountered a disturbingly beautiful spectacle. Green candles floated in the air, crystal goblets reflected the light, and impeccably dressed young people conversed in hushed voices.

Abraxas Malfoy rested to the right of the central figure, elegant and arrogant. Avery, Lestrange, Nott, Rosier, Dolohov, and Mulciber watched you with curiosity and superiority.

At the center of it all was Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Dressed in black, with dark eyes illuminated by the flames, he looked more like a creature of the night than a simple student.

"Talent without purpose is a waste." she said in a soft voice, causing silence to fill the room.

Abraxas approached, coldly analyzing you.

"She belongs to our world, Tom."

Riddle then lifted a silver mask and revealed the Gaunt ring on his hand.

"We are the Knights of Walpurgis. To Hogwarts, we are merely brilliant students. To the future, we will be those who reshape the wizarding world."

The flames turned green. On the table lay an old black leather-bound diary with the name Tom Marvolo Riddle engraved in gold.

Malfoy offered her a glass in a silent toast.