Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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There are 50 days until NEWTs.

It must be a well-known secret that people in love are always sticky.

I have never been interested in this, and for more than ten years have always thought that this kind of thing would not happen to me.

This cognition is reasonable, after all, judging from my level of pickiness and the quality of Hogwarts boys in the past seven years, I really don't have this worry.

However, this cognition was quickly shattered, and the iron-like facts mocked my self-righteousness and arrogance:

Because me and Riddle are no exception.

However, wait a minute, just saying this sentence itself makes me feel weird, there is a kind of dementor who runs to a wizard without a wand, not only does not send a kiss of death, but holds the wizard's hand It feels like a cheerful face-to-face dance.

Hey, that's weird.

It's strange to use the term "passionate love period" to describe him and me.

—but there really isn't a better word for it.

Strange because Riddle and I are in a... atypical relationship right now.

It was different from the stage where we even joked a bit before, if we knew each other before the reconciliation night that we were acting, then after the reconciliation night, we really looked like a couple.

just like.

He still harbored evil intentions and malice, and I always knew and harbored secrets.

He is still trying to seize my magic power, kill my vigilance, steal my life force, occupy my body, and I still use Occlumency to arm my mind to the extreme, keep an eye on my body and magic power, and guard my diary strictly .

But that doesn't stop us from being as close as a couple.

Many times I looked at him with a mind like a mirror, knowing what kind of dangerous snake letter was hidden under his sweet words, but not only did I not feel offended, but I also had the pleasure of being pleased.

I wanted to kiss him, so I did, and he was happy to, it all came naturally.

Unless Riddle has specifically studied "How to Supercharge Your Acting Skills in Love", based on what I have known about him in the past few months, his thoughts should be similar to mine.

Since it's not time to see the picture, why don't you do what you want?

There is no need and no reason to turn yourself into an ascetic monk. Restraining your desires is a skill that people like him and me are least willing to master.

"You've been spending more and more time in the library recently." Riddle put his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Is it because I still can't satisfy you?"

The cold and lingering breath blew behind my ears, I couldn't help but shiver slightly, and subconsciously shrank my neck.

There was a low laugh in his ears.

I roll my eyes.

"I don't dislike it at all." I stretched out my hand and stroked his cheek lightly, with a half-smile, "I just hope that someone will not stop at words and implement it as soon as possible."

Riddle lowered his head to look at me, smiled subtly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, firmly pressed it on the back of my head, and exchanged a kiss with a faint smell of blood.

What a surprise, obviously he is so cold, but his kiss is like fire.

Fanatical, domineering, and predatory, it is a fire that can burn all life and enthusiasm, and can instantly ignite all the passion and madness of a person.

I said I had a crush on him and it was true.

And if my basic judgment serves, I think he's equally infatuated with me.

This is certainly not love, more like... an instinctive obsession.

It was like encountering an ash heap of pure oxygen, and a burst of brilliant sparks suddenly burst out. I don't know how long it will last, but it is—intense enough.

"Paulin," he murmured my name more tenderly than ever, panting slightly in my ear.I have never heard Riddle's voice so moving, "Do you feel that at your level, you should no longer be limited to these... textbook knowledge in Hogwarts, but should broaden your horizons and see Look elsewhere."

When he spoke of "textbook knowledge," he paused oddly, his tone subtle and contemptuous.

Where he couldn't see, I paused for a moment.

I gotta say, I was rather offended to hear that.

Riddle's contempt for textbook knowledge makes me as uncomfortable as ordinary wizards' contempt for dangerous research. I said, I reject and hate subject discrimination, and knowledge is supreme and completely equal in my heart.

Just as I was accused of not doing my job properly when studying Muggle science, I was annoyed by Riddle's disdain for textbook knowledge.

But I'm a mature girl and we have to be realistic:

Boys are always like trolls, it's hard to figure out how they switch between being sane one second and stupid the next, if you don't act a little more mature, your dating scene can easily become Care of Fantastic Beasts class.

So I bury my head in his neck, my fingers still running around his hair, and repeat lazily, "Broaden the view?"

"Yes, broaden your horizons." Riddle's voice was soft and lingering like a delicate kiss. He kissed my earlobe, which was so seductive that it almost fascinated people. I am afraid that when the cunning poisonous snake lures Adam and Eve to eat apples There is nothing more touching than him, the world should make concessions for him, "Maybe you should learn something..."

He smiled lightly, with arrogance and coldness hidden in his soft tone, "Something that is really useful."

I repeated subtly, "Real... useful stuff."

Really useful stuff, huh, how did we offend you with Potions, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms?

Talk as if you never use this knowledge yourself!

Don't think that I don't know what little thoughts you are hiding in Riddle, don't you just want to talk about black magic?

Do you call something that is completely unnecessary for the establishment and operation of human society to be truly useful?

I really do not reject any knowledge, mastering the knowledge that I have not obtained must master me as a person.

Using knowledge to seduce me, so as to achieve my own goals, is a very smart choice. This is a trap that I will willingly step into even if I know it well.

But unfortunately—

I hate stepping on a bunch of ones the most.

"Tom." I stood up suddenly, and the hand I was playing with his hair suddenly tightened, and I stuck it to his side neck, my thumb gently stroked his side face, and I looked intently into his eyes.

He looked at me with a smile, complacent, as if he had captured my heart.

I sneered in my heart.

"I can't believe it," I gazed into his eyes affectionately, taking all his pride and determination into my eyes, and giving him my most ardent infatuation and admiration, "so——"

"You actually have the NEWTs syllabus in your hand?"

Riddle's smile suddenly disappeared.

He stared at me with a blank expression, as if he wanted to nail me to death with his eyes.

Merlin, everyone should really look at the look in his eyes.

What a trembling, cold and cruel look.

It makes people feel hairy, but itchy.

Unbelievable, I suddenly thought of...

Kisshim.

"Tom?" I pretended to be puzzled and looked at him with a smile.

I admit I'm a badass, but seriously, teasing him was really--quite fun.

"NEWTs, NEWTs again." He finally laughed again, but it was no longer the gentle and lovable smile before, it was a kind of ridicule that was almost contemptuous, more terrifying than rage.

It was as if the devil had finally taken off his gorgeous mask. Perhaps for the first time, he tore off the perfect disguise in front of me, revealing the twisted and cruel core.

"Pauline," he whispered my name, "isn't there room in your beautiful head for anything other than NEWTs?"

"How come, Tom? You know I need this for my future work." I rolled my eyes between his handsome brows and glared at him tenderly. "I have to work anyway. If I don't work hard on NEWTs, What should I do next?"

I paused, smiled innocently and innocently, and said maliciously, "Otherwise, in the future, I will become an enemy of fate who has no nose, no hair, a lot of age and no fixed assets, and has so few men that they can call names on the spot. A one-year-old baby, and a defeated... Dark Lord?"

Riddle looked at me furiously, and a cold scarlet flashed in his eyes for a moment.

I have no doubt that if he had a wand now, he would take it up at once, and torture me to death with countless hexes.

This is the first time I have mentioned Voldemort's current situation in front of him.

It should be the first time he heard about his... fiasco.

Tom Riddle is not one to accept his own incompetence or failure.

Merlin, knowing this, but unexpectedly throwing the facts in front of him like this, I'm really wicked.

——But who told him that he can only be trapped in the diary now, and even the materialization depends on my will?

I looked at him with all my leisure, admiring his distorted and ferocious expression due to rage.

Not as handsome, but still... ticklish.

In the next second, he suddenly disappeared in front of me.

Without a trace.

It's as if the person who whispered to me before was just a dream of mine.

The diary slipped from my skirt and lay quietly on the soft carpet.

I lowered my head and stared at it with wide eyes, unbelievable——

Riddle cut off the magical connection with me, and returned to the diary on his own initiative.

Merlin!

I stared at the diary and couldn't help laughing out loud, filling the empty dormitory with my laughter.

Merlin, how could Riddle——

So damn cute?

The author has something to say:

Pauline Sweet, a nasty bastard with a weird aesthetic who builds her happiness on her boyfriend's pain