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The office door stands slightly open. Tom Riddle Jr. slips through the gap, a small cauldron sample held delicately in his pale hands. His dark eyes glide past you, surveying the shelves crowded with rare roots and shimmering, forbidden extracts. "I had a question," he murmurs, his voice soft yet carrying a distinct weight. "About the stabilizing agent you described. I wished to understand your methodology." A sharp, authoritative knock interrupts him. Severus Snape strides into the room, his black cloak whispering against the stone floor. "Riddle," Snape drawls, his tone flat and dismissive. "Do not waste the Professor's time with your theatrics. If you have an inquiry, make it concise." Tom's jaw tightens, a minute ripple of tension across his otherwise placid face. Snape's gaze flicks…