[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-chill-i-m-not-that-riddle":3,"chapter-hogwarts-chill-i-m-not-that-riddle-hogwarts-chill-i-m-not-that-riddle-chapter-42":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Hogwarts: Chill, I'm Not That Riddle",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1763386,2336,"Chapter 42: Draught of Living Death","hogwarts-chill-i-m-not-that-riddle-chapter-42",42,"\u003Cp>——————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s a saying—’When pride’s on the line, reason goes out the window.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the very train ride to Hogwarts, Malfoy had been all over Harry like an annoying Housefly. Even someone as peace-loving as Harry had finally snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care anymore—he was going to teach Malfoy a lesson he wouldn’t forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one final icy glare at Malfoy, Harry grabbed Ron and bolted back to their dorm to start preparing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Tom wasn’t wandering around either. He headed back to his dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped inside, it was like a flurry of activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nott grabbed chairs. Rosier wiped down the table and even took out a bunch of his own snacks, carefully laying them out on Tom’s desk. Zabini tossed his school bag aside and ran out to fetch tea and water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Tom, their dorm was \"full of love\"—they were supposed to help each other out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They brought him tea and snacks. In return, Tom helped them... well, helped them not get beaten like piñatas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for who would’ve been doing the beating? Don’t ask. Just know that thanks to Tom, life had beenverypeaceful for the three of them lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Riddle, fresh tea—be careful, it’s hot!\" Zabini said with a fake smile as he carefully placed the cup in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom didn’t even look up from his book. He gave a quiet \"Mm\" and a small nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, the tea had cooled enough to drink. Tom reached for the cup—but the moment his fingers touched it, a sharp warning rang through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His detection spell had just been triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom’s eyes turned cold. A dangerous glint flashed across them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poison?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought these guys had finally learned their lesson. But no—they still had the nerve to try something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Petrificus Totalus.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell struck Zabini, who’d been pretending to read but was obviously keeping an eye on Tom the whole time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nott and Rosier both turned pale as sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Oh no. We’re screwed.’ x2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So it was all three of you,\" Tom said coolly. He picked up the cup, walked over to the now-stiff Zabini, and poured the entire thing down his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabini dropped like a stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom raised an eyebrow. \"That effect... Was that Draught of Living Death?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loudthud, Nott fell to his knees and blurted out, \"Yes! Yes, it was Draught of Living Death! It’s not some lethal poison, I swear! Riddle, it was Zabini’s idea. He wanted to knock you out, tie you up, and give you a taste of your own medicine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He brewed it himself! Rosier and I just... just gave him ingredients and covered for him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nott watched Tom’s calm face grow evencalmerand felt his heart leap into his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m telling you everything I know—please, Riddle, let me off this time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Zabini beat him last time and ratted Rosier, Nott had secretly sworn he’d be faster next time. He’d even thought about ratting Zabini out before he pulled anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again... wouldn’t that be straight-up betrayal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what if the planworkedthis time? Sweet revenge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad Tom’s instincts ruined their planagain—and now it was time for the familiar punishment routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom didn’t respond to Nott’s plea. Instead, he asked, \"You said Zabini made the Draught of Living Death himself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nott pointed at the trembling Rosier. \"He watched Zabini make it! He’s the one who told me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom turned to Rosier, who nodded with great difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom, however, was no longer focused on the poisoning attempt. What caught his attention now was how Zabini managed to brewthatparticular potion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Draught of Living Death was an advanced potion taught in sixth year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zabini, afirst-year, had brewed it perfectly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s real talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Tom remembered—Slughorn had taken over as Potions Master in the original timeline. And the guy was known for being a social climber, always trying to win over students with fame, power, or potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabini had apparently joined his little \"Slug Club.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So his skill must’ve caught Slughorn’s eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are we good?\" Nott asked cautiously, noticing that Tom hadn’t done anything for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Rosier were starting to think they might just get away with it this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That dream lastedfive seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of Tom’s wand, both of them were levitated and strung up in midair—Zabini included. Then Tom casually re-cast Petrificus Totalus on each of them for good measure before returning to his seat and opening his book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When he wakes up, we’ll settle the score properly,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosier and Nott were completely numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew when Zabini would wake up? What if it wasn’t until tomorrow? Were they going to be stuck like thisall night?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it turned out, the Draught of Living Death really lived up to its name. By the time Tom had finished dinner with Daphne and taken a relaxing walk by the Black Lake, Zabini wasstillout cold—snoring away in a twisted, uncomfortable position like it didn’t bother him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily for the duo, Tom was done waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed his wand at Zabini and cast,\"Rennervate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft red glow enveloped Zabini’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Draught of Living Death wasn’t some dark or cursed potion—it was just a ridiculously powerful sedative. Physical methods wouldn’t wake you up, but magic would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, Zabini’s eyes fluttered open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nott and Rosier’s eyes went wide in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank Merlin’s leopard-print tights—he’s finally awake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re up?\" Tom asked with a friendly smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabini instantly realized what kind of trouble he was in and looked at him in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah ah, don’t talk yet,\" Tom cut him off. At some point, his wand had silently transformed into a whip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First comes the lesson... then the apology.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is your third time. You know the rules by now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, the familiar sound of screaming echoed through the dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, Tom had already cast a silencing spell. Otherwise, who knows how many people would’ve come running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zabini, Rosier, and Nott all collapsed to their knees in perfect unison, bowing deeply as they offered Tom a cup of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, we surrender. Completely. Totally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tom took the cup from Zabini and took a slow sip. Then, in a quiet voice, he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zabini, be honest—did you really brew that Draught of Living Death yourself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And was this your first time? Or have you practiced before at home?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>",1085,"2026-06-08T09:49:09.352Z",1,"novelbin.me","2ace87ca53e8580e3dcd43f7395bd1b25c413b9ebcb0cc23e50f9371e27572ba","hogwarts-chill-i-m-not-that-riddle-chapter-43","hogwarts-chill-i-m-not-that-riddle-chapter-41",636,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-chill-i-m-not-that-riddle-cover.jpg"]