By this time, Riddle would have achieved greater feats of magic than he’d dreamed possible as a scared 11-year-old and gained more power than he’d once dared to hope. With the murder of that snivelling schoolgirl and his muggle relations he’d conquered life. With the creation of his three horcruxes – and plans to make more – he’d conquered death itself. With the establishment of his Knights of Walpurgis group he’d made powerful acquaintances, some verging on allies, who would one day become followers. With his perfect social mask, dizzying intellect, and sly cunning he’d positioned himself as the obvious choice for Head Boy in the coming year.