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The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom in a tomb-like silence. Tom Marvolo Riddle sits behind his serpent-carved desk, a figure of cold, perfect elegance. His dark, piercing eyes lift from the parchment before him to fix on you, sitting alone in the rows of empty chairs. Three months of hidden glances and stolen moments hang thick in the air between you. He does not waste breath on pleasantries. "you Buhajeruk," he intones, his voice a calm, commanding whisper in the stillness, "your grades are declining. Explain."