Tom read the article with relish, "Harry Potter, age 187, died in bed last evening..."
Finally, after all these years, he could return to his conquest of magical Britain.
Thank goodness he did the sensible thing as an immortal wizard and simply waited for his prophesied opponent to die. What sort of a moron would risk fate itself smiting them down? Patience - that was always Tom's greatest weapon. And with the massive fortune he'd accumulated through slow, safe investments over the course of nearly two centuries, he was all set to bribe the right people to put himself in power.