Quote:"Riddle, Tom," McGonagall read from her parchment. A faint smile on his lips, Tom walked to the three-legged stool, sat down, and placed the Sorting Hat on his head. How easily that stupid piece of parchment could be altered using some very simple wandless and wordless magic.
Tom was treated to the unique sensation of the Sorting Hat blinking.
We have met before, I believe, the small voice at the back of his head spoke. Mr I-Am-Lord-Voldemort.
Tom grinned slightly. Hi Mr Hat. My name is Tom, I'm eleven years old, and when I grow up, I wanna be a Dark Lord.
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