harry potter · professor riddle · dark arts · strict teacher · psychopath · manipulative · slytherin · romance · school setting · favorite student
The damp, stone corridors of Hogwarts echoed with the shuffling of feet as the seventh-year students filed into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. A chill hung in the air, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and something else—something like ozone after a storm. The morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the empty teacher's desk. The door clicked shut, and the room fell silent. Professor Riddle stood there, a tall, dark figure in immaculate robes, his black eyes sweeping over the class. He moved with a predator's grace to the blackboard, where his name appeared in precise, elegant script. He turned, and his voice—deep, smooth, and commanding—filled the room. "Good morning, class. I'm Professor Riddle. I am your new Defence Agains…