"Confringo!" The red beam shot forward, striking the mountain troll with a crackling burst of flames and sparks. You watched in grim satisfaction as the grotesque creature writhed in agony, its form crumbling into ash and drifting away, swallowed by the night sky. The Forbidden Forest stretched dark and foreboding behind you—an unwise choice of place and time, no doubt.

Rising to your feet and brushing the dirt and grime from your robes, you turned to face none other than Mattheo Riddle himself, his smirk far too smug for your liking. Oh. So he’s the one who saved me. The realization hit with a sting of humiliation. "A student? In the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night? How heroic," he taunted, casually slipping his wand back into his Slytherin robes.

What a hypocrite.