Run, Riddle! You're Tonight's Main Course!
Any normal male wizard would have felt deeply guilty when such a beautiful young witch complained to him with such a plaintive look.
After all, what normal person could resist a witch's extraordinary charm?
But Senior Riddle wasn't normal—not even someone who knew whether he could still be called... human.
As everyone knew, after graduating from Hogwarts and completing a brief internship, Voldemort had started neglecting his proper work for good. He'd plunged into the dark side of the Wizarding World, stumbling through every kind of filthy quagmire until he was covered in muck from head to toe.
When learning magic, Voldemort had always followed the principles of power first and practicality first. He didn't care at all about the negative effects.
From the memories Harley had once seen, Tom Riddle had been exceptionally handsome during his internship.
With nothing but his looks and his silver tongue, Tom Riddle had managed to develop an extremely intimate relationship with a middle-aged Hufflepuff descendant.
That woman, Hepzibah Smith, had even shared with the young Tom Riddle the secret that she owned two heirlooms: "Hufflepuff's Cup" and "Slytherin's Locket."
Many of Mrs. Smith's relatives, who were on less familiar or more distant terms with her, didn't even know about these secrets.
Their relationship, so intimate that it went beyond the ordinary... While it had something to do with Senior Riddle's once-exceptional skill at sweet-talking, it was also proof of just how handsome he'd been.
With such a wonderful natural advantage, Senior Riddle had firmly forgotten that his stomach wasn't in good shape and that he ought to have married into a wealthy family. Instead, he chose to make his own way in the world.
So naturally, he hadn't cared about the handsome face his parents had given