Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Julius sat in the last row of the classroom, tapping his fingertips on the desk and looking at the blackboard in front of him with indifferent eyes.

The professor was writing spell theory in the air with his wand, but his attention was not on it at all.

He no longer cares about that.

In fact, it had been a long time since he had really dealt with a class "on his own".

Most of his life now is led by Tom Riddle.

It started with an exam - he wanted to give it a try, so he let Riddle control his body to complete the exam, and the results were surprisingly good.

His grades were not bad to begin with, but this time, he got a nearly perfect grade, and the professors' looks were no longer disdainful, but became... a little more subtle.

Later, it was a question in class -

He used to be bad at answering professors' questions impromptu because his brain was always slow due to illness, but now, as long as he relaxed a little, Riddle would answer for him, and his answers were always perfect and flawless, even the most strict professors had to nod in approval.

Later, it was those who bullied him.

He never had any friends at Durmstrang. He was thin and frail, and his wand seemed weak in his hand. Some malicious students always liked to bully him - perhaps they wanted to see him get angry, or perhaps they just enjoyed the pleasure of torturing someone who had no ability to fight back.

But now, things have changed.

That day, in the dim corridor, he was blocked by several sixth-grade students.

"Hoffman, I heard that you have been doing well in your studies recently." A tall boy smiled grimly, twirling his wand casually, "Did you use any shady means?"

Julius did not answer. He stood in the shadows, his face pale and his black eyes expressionless.

The next second, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment.

The body starts to function on its own.

He was so used to it that he had no intention of resisting - he just let Riddle take over.

He slowly raised his hand, his eyes became deep, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low and steady voice: "If you really doubt it, you can come and try it."

Several students looked at each other, one of them sneered, raised his hand and cast a spell.

But they never expected that Julius would strike back at the same time and in an instant.

The spell seemed to be shattered by an invisible force, bounced back, and hit the caster's chest hard.

“Ah—” The other party took a few steps back in pain, with a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

But it's not over yet.

Julius raised his wand, and with a disdainful smile on his face, he whispered, "Armor protects you."

A transparent barrier emerged, and then he took a few slow steps forward with a cold look in his eyes.

"You are too weak."

In just a few seconds, the sixth grade students had fallen to the ground in a mess, their faces pale, and they were unable to fight back.

They looked at Julius in horror—or, at this moment, "Julius."

And he just looked down at them, his eyes as dark as the abyss, his voice low and cold: "Next time, remember to measure your own strength."

From that day on, no one dared to bully him anymore.

Professors also began to look at him in a new light, and some even praised him for "finally beginning to show the talent of the Hoffman family."

He has become powerful.

But is he still really himself?

Julius sometimes thought about this question, but he quickly put it out of his mind.

Anyway, he's going to die soon.

Then, let Riddle "live" on his behalf.

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Julius - now "Julius", stood on the high tower of Hogwarts, letting the night breeze brush his cheeks.

The wind was cold and the night was dark. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the wind passing through his fingers.

It feels so good to be alive.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the vast castle, his eyes deep and dark.

He has complete control over this body.

Julius Hoffmann, this poor and foolish boy, once thought he had been saved, had friendship, and had a new life.

Little did he know, he was simply replaced.

He chuckled, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and murmured in a low voice:

"Julius, you are so... naive and stupid."

He looked into the distance, the faint candlelight reflected in his black pupils.

From now on, the name belongs to him.

Belongs to --Tom Riddle.