The portrait gasped and ducked out of the frame immediately. The story would be all over the school within an hour. Bollocks. Harry slid a glance at Riddle. His face was set in a neutral mask, his eyes still glinting with anger, but Harry thought he looked a bit ... triumphant? That makes sense. The two of them had managed to take down nine students together, mostly unscathed, and now Tom would garner sympathy from the masses for being the victim of what amounted to a hate crime, though one surely motivated by the Beauxbaton students’ desire to win. It was no coincidence they’d attacked Riddle the night before the final task, surely hoping he wouldn’t compete and therefore their Champion would have a clear path to victory.