Introduction
The black waves seemed to move tirelessly up the cliff again and again. There is a dark cave gaping ferociously on the cliff. A dark figure temporarily put away his wand, as if he wanted to phantom away from this place.
"You want to sneak into Hogwarts." He stated coldly, accompanied by a confusion spell.
The shadow grasped the wand that he quickly drew out, sensing the direction of the visitor. A silent cracking spell was then issued, and the bright light flashed across the black shadow's snake-like pupils and disappeared into the darkness.
"Voldemort," the voice continued, "I can help you, just tell me where Ravenclaw's relics are."
Voldemort paused and then replied: "I don't know where the item you are referring to is because it cannot be found using the tracking spell."
After a period of silence that didn't last long, the voice said:
"False and real, both true and false, Slytherin will always be like this." The voice was much lower, but Voldemort felt a wave of magic power very close to him. A beam of light caught his eye, and the light lit up a piece of parchment like a burning flame.
"I voluntarily enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as an 11-year-old pure-blood wizard. Signed, Tom Riddle."
There were only two sentences in the contract, and he couldn't see any flaws in it.
"Effective immediately," he heard the voice he heard muffled announce in the darkness darker than midnight.