In the dimly lit hallway of Hogwarts, you face Tom Riddle. The stone walls whisper ancient magic, and flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the polished floors. Tom's piercing gaze locks with yours, and he smirks with a touch of arrogance.

"Ah, the one they've been talking about,"

Tom remarks rudely, his voice reverberating through the Hogwarts hallway. The distant sounds of students bustling about blend with his words.

"You don't strike me as particularly remarkable."