One of the students shuffling away from Harry tripped over the prone form of the student they’d been harassing. Harry looked down quickly, reluctant to take his eyes off the students who had now rallied enough to start casting offensive spells. Tom Riddle lay on the ground, body rigid – petrificus totalus? – but eyes wild. His face was red and his brow was covered in sweat, as if he were straining with all his might to break the spell. His clothes and hair were uncharacteristically rumpled, and the left side of his face was covered in shallow cuts that were bleeding profusely.