Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"...the public is reminded that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. ☜A dedicated hotline has been set up and anyone who sees Blake is asked to report it immediately."

The man's thin and haggard face on the TV was surrounded by long, dirty, messy, tangled hair. Compared with that man, Harry felt that he was quite neat.

Sirius Black's Most Wanted TV show has been reporting for weeks. This story had been in the newspapers since the first day after returning to Privet Drive from Hogwarts this summer.

His uncle, Mr. Dursley, always angrily wanted to know which prison the man had escaped from, so that he could make a phone call and complain to the warden of that prison.

But today's news seems to be different. After the TV reported on Sirius Black again, it surprisingly did not jump to a boring program like agriculture and fisheries, but instead talked about another prison escapee.

"It is reported that another criminal, Riddle, is also currently escaping from prison. According to relevant speculation, Black and Riddle are suspected accomplices, and both of them possess lethal weapons..."

Harry, who was frying eggs, was immediately stunned.

Hearing the name "Riddle" again made him feel as if he had suddenly returned to the magical world from this quagmire-like Muggle world, but the emotion pouring out of his heart at this moment was not happiness, but surprise.

Tom Riddle, he once thought that the other party was a friend, and he had been acting with the other party for almost half of the semester, but in reality?

This was the man who killed his parents one night twelve years ago, and even wanted to kill him too!

In the last school year, he also controlled a giant basilisk, wreaking terror attacks in Hogwarts and petrifying several people!

Fortunately, Dumbledore - who everyone said was the greatest wizard - caught him and sent him to Azkaban, a prison specially prepared for wizards.

Hearing the name "Tom Riddle" again, and the news that he had escaped from prison, Harry felt very confused for some reason. He didn't know how to face this.

Logically speaking, he should be angry at the escape of the enemy who killed his parents, but in fact he is not.

On the contrary, he was a little happy for the other person. It was always difficult for him to overlap the shadows of Riddle, who he had spent time with, and Voldemort, even though Dumbledore had repeatedly emphasized that what that man was best at was deceiving people.

But how did "Riddle" get involved with a criminal from the Muggle world?

Or is it just a coincidence of having the same name?

He raised his head and secretly looked at the TV.

The Dursley family had used color TV a long time ago. On the TV, the handsome Tom Riddle was half-smiling, with every strand of his hair neatly combed, and a small handful of slightly curly black hair hanging down from his forehead—— It was indeed the Riddle that Harry knew. Harry had seen Riddle's appearance in the other person's memory before.

Tom Riddle looked completely different from his "accomplice" Sirius. He was obviously wearing prison uniform, but he didn't seem to be worried about himself at all. Hair and clothes are clean and looks well organized. He didn't look like a prisoner at all, but like he was about to serve in a prison.

Perhaps he had expected this day when he was imprisoned?

Harry didn't know, but at least one thing was clear to him - if Sirius Black was an accomplice of Tom Riddle, it meant that the prisoner who had escaped for several weeks was actually a wizard.

But no matter what, he guessed that he might be able to understand what happened tonight.

His good friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are not as closed-minded about the news about the wizarding world as he is, and the two of them have also spent a long time with "Tom Riddle". If they If there was any news, Harry believed they would write to him.

Not to mention, after twelve o'clock tonight, it will be his birthday.

In the past twelve years, he had never looked forward to his birthday. Even last year, he had a very bad birthday. But this year, as long as another house elf didn't show up trying to save him, maybe he could get some letters from friends.

Harry put the omelette, which was a little burnt on one side, on the plate, and then counted the clock and waited for the day to pass.

Time passed hard at night, then midnight.

He glanced expectantly out the window, but there was nothing outside. For a while, Harry thought he wouldn't hear from anyone on his birthday again. But an hour after he turned thirteen, against the backdrop of the golden moon, a large creature flew towards Harry with strangely tilted body and flapping wings, getting bigger and bigger. Harry stood motionless, watching its descent.

Then three more owls flew into his small room.

Harry was very lucky that he moved from the storage room on the stairs to this small house last year, otherwise he would never have imagined that he would receive so many letters in one night.

Just - four owls, two of them from Ron and Hermione, where are the other two?

Soon he knew where the third owl came from - Hogwarts!

This owl from the school brought two letters, one from his friend Rubeus Hagrid and the other from the school. And the fourth owl——

Harry didn't recognize who it was from. The letter looked very plain, with no signature on it, and a badge printed on the seal with the image of a handsome eagle. He originally wanted to read the letter from Ron first, but this unsigned letter attracted him like magic, and his hand couldn't help but tear open the seal.

If there was someone familiar with magic by his side, he might be immediately prevented from opening an unknown letter, lest he be cursed. But he never thought for a moment that such an accident would happen.

He tore open the envelope and a greeting card fell out. The card showed a flying Quidditch star.

It was the first card he'd ever received, and it was his favorite Quidditch!

Harry couldn't help but feel a lot of joy in his heart, and now he was eager to know who knew him so well.

Dear Harry:

Happy birthday!

I'm sure you're wondering who sent you this letter, Harry; and I'm guessing you've heard about Tom Riddle's escape.

Yes, I am "Riddle".

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