Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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There are 43 days until NEWTs.

Riddle and I have had a cold war for a week.

To be precise, he had a unilateral cold war with me for a week.

He huddled in his diary and didn't appear at all.

As a model girlfriend in the wizarding world, I have coaxed him in my diary every day this week—it has to be said that in direct proportion to his handsomeness, he is quite difficult to coax.

It's not that he doesn't talk to me at all, he can even be called positive, but we often break up again after a few words-I mean, he breaks up.

As for me, I am such a mature, sensible and considerate gold medal girlfriend, of course I have to tolerate my boyfriend's temper from time to time.

I communicate with him at a constant frequency.

He responded to me with a constant thread.

"It's really hard for me to understand your obsession with black magic." One day I finally couldn't stand his endless talk-in my opinion, it's just a difference in personal preferences, I respect his, and he should respect Mine, rather than mandating that the girlfriend has the same avid interest.

Riddle is really still an immature childish ghost (sad)

I tried to make him realize that his little hobby has no special filter in the eyes of others, "I don't deny the power of black magic and its practicality in some cases. Grindelwald galloped in Europe, and Voldemort went further. Great Britain, which Wo couldn't set foot on, has become the uncrowned king in the minds of countless wizards, which all shows the power of black magic."

Although I can't see it, I know he is proud.

He might think that I've finally got my head around it, or that I've succumbed because of him, and that's the immediate purpose of his week's cold war with me.

He has always been this kind of... a person with a strong desire for control and power.

But although I am not such a person, I also don't like being controlled and restrained.

"But Tom, you have to admit that while they are powerful, they will also bring negative effects to the users themselves, which are far less stable than white magic." I have endured him for a week. What kind of long-term love, if there is no effect for a long time, I will give up automatically, and I can insist on talking to him, I almost doubt that Riddle is my true love, "What's more, it can be done with black magic Things, white magic can actually do."

【What black magic can do, white magic can do too】

Although I can't see his expression, I can feel his emotion when he said this just from his words.

Scornful, yet subtle.

【Pauline, I'm afraid you've underestimated the upper limit of black magic, or, you've underestimated me】

I can even imagine the seemingly polite expression on his face when he said this, but it was actually full of sarcasm, cruelty and arrogance.

It's strange, there is a strange sense of... a crushing sense of destruction in him.

It was as if everything was destined to be conquered by him, to bow to him, and then go to eternal destruction by his side.

I'm really curious, how on earth did his followers, those Death Eaters, trust such a Dark Lord to bring them the future they wanted?

In him, I obviously only saw raging fire, burning desire, and destruction.

He doesn't seem to care about anyone. I really doubt whether he has ever had even the slightest feeling for anyone in this life other than hatred and use.

He has too many things, but his desire is too single and too strong, so that he can pursue it at all costs, which is a terrible thing.

I admit, I am so curious about him, and so fascinated.

Tom Riddle is my current independent subject of greatest interest.

However, there is no need to state this fact to him, so as not to give him too much complacency—I know Riddle will definitely think too much, it is too easy for him to obtain the crazy admiration and admiration of others, and he even has a lot of love for him. It's contemptuous; it's too easy for him to manipulate people, it makes him arrogant.

But to me, fascination, curiosity, and interest mean everything and nothing.

It may be a particular subject that fascinates me, but there has never been more than one subject that I have been mad about in my life.

We broke up again.

But it is difficult for me to have the energy and mood to figure out under what circumstances I can make my stubborn boyfriend give up giving me his little hobby.

——Because I will soon have a new subject.

"Sweet, I'll be in my office after class." During the Potions class, when I taught the finished potion to Professor Snape, he lowered his head expressionlessly and wrote me an O on the report card. , said indifferently.

Judging by his expression, if I dare to ask him what he is doing, he can force me to drink the freshly brewed potion on the spot.

——Forget it then, although I am very confident in the quality of my potion, but the taste of it... cough, I can't compliment it.

Under Ollie's curious and sympathetic eyes, I followed Professor Snape to his office.

"I didn't know that Miss Sweet would be so dismissive of my teaching content, making her rack her brains during the year of preparing for the NEWTs, hoping that she could change a potion class on her own, for example," Si Professor Nepe sat behind his desk and looked at me coldly, "Azkaban."

Ah this?Ah this?

I haven't done any experiments that the professor will find out recently, have I?

Cough, no, say it again.

I haven't done any experiments that will enter Azkaban recently?

"Professor, maybe I don't quite understand what you mean?" I blinked, facing Professor Snape's death ray, pretending to be innocent, "Your teaching level is obvious to all, and your potion level is beyond my reach." , unless you want to go to Azkaban to study dementors one day, I will definitely try my best to follow up on your subject."

Strangely, Professor Snape was not angry with me, but gave me a smirk instead.

"Unfortunately, I don't have this plan." He said in his characteristic silky tone that sounded extremely like the neighing of a poisonous snake, "However, I think you have chosen a good leader, maybe you will be lucky enough to follow Maybe he went in together?"

Lead the way?

Who is it?

I don't understand why.

"Professor?" I was confused.

Professor Snape sneered, and finally stretched out his hand, took out a document from the drawer, and threw it heavily in front of me, "Heinz von Hoffmann wrote you a letter of recommendation."

Heinz von Hoffmann...

A famous German black wizard, an internationally renowned master of potions and alchemy, an important member of the former Witch Party, a loyal follower of Grindelwald, and a long list of countless glorious titles, but the most important to me yes--

Merlin! !

My pupils quake.

——I promise, at this moment, I scream so much that even the mandrake wants to run away crying.

"Director of the Romanian Research Institute?!"

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