Chapter Thirteen
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Tom Marvolo Riddle was at The Leaky Cauldron.
He was looking around to see the other wizards. 'It's time to show who is more powerful', he said. It was as Professor Dippet, and Professor Albus Dumbledore, had made a mistake in letting him go to Hogwarts. Tom was an extraordinary wizard; he had powers beyond his years. The year was 1952. Tom waited. He wasn't going to be denied their powers; he commanded attention. He had followers to the cause. In his haste, there was a book of spells that was left over from the last year at Hogwarts. Riddle had brown, wavy, hair, blue eyes, and average height. He had remembered the house he lived in; he was sure no one saw inside The Riddle House. 'I shall return, friends. But as a new name'.
The dark wizards of Slytherin House nodded, and he disappeared.
It was Halloween, 1952.
He was now called Lord Voldemort.
The greatest dark wizard of all of England, and Scotland.
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