Really, Riddle was little more than an irritant in Harry's mind at this point. Like a mild bout of herpes. Harry knew, almost without doubt, that if they met in battle now he'd finish him in minutes. Oh Tom was powerful alright, frighteningly so. Harry would never let that get far from his mind. But that didn't make Tom a good fighter. Harry had been to the Welsh Valleys, where the big boys pumped themselves full of steroids and talked a tough game.