Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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There are 30 days until NEWTs.

The past two weeks have been very fulfilling for me.

First of all, I had two or three correspondences with Heinz von Hoffmann. In addition to thanking him for his generosity, I also asked a lot of academic questions.When I wrote the letter, I was based on the idea that if Hoffman does not reply, I will not lose money. I did not expect that Hoffman not only replied, but was even enthusiastic and persuasive. Except for the questions I asked, A lot of derivative knowledge and book lists are also added.

Although I know that this old man is not a philanthropist, but look at his attitude, be more kind!

I could not be more satisfied.

——Of course, satisfaction is satisfaction, and when Hoffman asks me to do something, I will also depend on the situation.

Although Hoffman is the director of the Romanian Research Institute, it's not his opinion there, and the big deal is to think of other ways after the prostitution is over.

The second piece of good news is that Riddle has finally reappeared.

Because Hoffman’s reply to me involved a lot of dangerous knowledge and experimental revelations, and I am in the seventh year of preparing for the NEWTs exam. Even if I have full confidence in the exam, I have to take my classmates into account We, especially Ollie, if Agatha and I didn't take turns giving her extra lessons and extra practice, she might have a hard time getting an E in the Potions exam, so I don't have enough time to study and try.

At this time, I began to miss the days of close communication and discussions with Riddle a few months ago.

During that time, he was attentive to me, answered every question, and obeyed everything. Even if I completely ignored his bad intentions, he still tried his best to discuss problems with me and provide inspiration, and his attitude was flawless. .

Now that I'm a boyfriend, I suddenly changed my face. I just don't like his attitude of stepping on white magic, but he still wants to fight me? ?

It's simply flattering and proud! !

If I had known that it would be such a development to pry him into my hands, I shouldn't have been obsessed for a while!

Sure enough, falling in love will only delay my study efficiency.

So, when Riddle finally appeared in front of me, my first reaction was not ecstasy or excitement, but——

Shall we break up?

"I realized that it is obviously unrealistic to ask you to pay me more attention." He sat next to me, sat quietly for a long time, and finally spoke.

When Riddle appeared, I already felt the floating of magic power, but I never looked up.

until he spoke.

"Obviously, you should reflect on yourself instead of coming to question me." I finally raised my head and looked at him coldly, still spinning the quill in my hand, "If more attention can't make you change your attitude, then It is the most normal reaction for me to stop paying attention to you."

My cold and forceful attitude clearly displeased him.

"I doubt it," he drew out, his voice soft, looking at me with the same indifferent attitude, "Pauline, I'm not sure if you really care about me as much as you show, or if you just Treat me as a fresh game, but it doesn't really matter."

He said, smiled slightly, and said coldly, "After all, I am just a memory that cannot be separated from you."

The quill in my hand stopped.

I gave Riddle an odd look.

It hardly seemed like something he would say.

Although from the very beginning I discovered that Riddle was full of rhetoric, and there was a poisonous snake letter hidden under his polite appearance, but no matter how good at disguising a person is, it is difficult to erase his true nature and pretend to be a completely different person.

Tom Riddle was so egotistical, so proud, that no matter how flattering he was, he would never face me in this self-deprecating, hurting way.

He can lower his posture and pretend to be humble, but in this way...

In the eyes of someone like him who is extremely sensitive and extremely pursuing a sense of power, it is undoubtedly a shame.

shame.

He was really, too proud, too conceited, and too sensitive.

Extreme sensitivity and arrogance often mean a past that makes him feel ashamed, a part of himself that makes him feel ashamed.

Including abandoning the name and surname, changing it to Voldemort...

But how could someone as good as Tom Riddle, well-liked by everyone, amazing in looks and talent, even heir to Slytherin, be deeply ashamed of a part of himself?

I can't explain Riddle's conflicting sense of sensitivity and arrogance, just as I can't explain why he said such things when he is obviously so conceited?

It can't be because he fell in love with me.

That assumption doesn't hold, only that, I'm pretty sure.

I was so curious that I asked, and it was impossible for me to harbor doubts and avoid seeking answers.

—he seemed taken aback.

"Why do you ask that?" Riddle quickly put away all the emotions he showed, and showed a polite expression again, but his eyes were fixed on me. Obviously his pupils were dark, but it made people think of me inexplicably. There was a flash of scarlet in his eyes.He asked me softly, "Why do you think I can't say something like that?"

Like a snake whose tail was stepped on, it made a gesture of paralyzing the enemy, but it already contained murderous intent.

If I did tell Riddle my judgment of his character, he'd...would kill me.

He is really insecure, he likes to be superior, and he enjoys the feeling that no one can predict his behavior, no one can control his mood, but he can control everything.

Generally speaking, I am willing to cooperate with him.

but--

This time I was really curious.

I looked at him inquisitively - I could tell he took it as an offense and was very annoyed by it.

"Maybe it's because you don't know me well, let alone you as I know you." I said slowly, "Tom, would you tell me why you hate your name so much?"

Forget it.

After finally being willing to get out of the diary, don't just go back in anger.

Then... be more tactful and leave him some fig leaf.

To take care of another person's feelings and reduce the accuracy of the question.

Merlin, Riddle has really mesmerized me.

Scarlet flashed in Riddle's cold eyes.

"If you want to know," he said coldly, looking at me seemingly calmly, "do you think that I will bear the name of my dirty and vulgar father for the rest of my life? It runs in my blood, It's the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself from my mother, will I keep the surname of the guy who dumped his wife because she was a witch?"

Abandoning wife and son because she is a witch...

Too much information.

My pupils were literally shocked.

"So," I tried my best to remain calm and remained silent for a while, still unable to suppress the weirdness in my tone, "So, you are a mixed race?"

Merlin!

The biggest advocate of pure blood, Voldemort himself, is he a half blood? !

Then what is he trying to do with such a pure-blood supremacy? ?

"Pauline," Riddle said softly, looking at me, "I know that although you claim to be a bitch wizard, your father is also a pure-blood. You are just like me, we are all half-blood."

He whispered, like the neighing of a poisonous snake bewitching Eve, "We are all born in the Muggle world, we all inherit the oldest blood, we are all so talented...we are born extraordinary, destined to be great."

born, doomed...

I stared at him and wanted to say something, but before I could get out of my mouth, I was interrupted by a knock on the glass by the window.

I frowned, pressed my words for now, walked to the window, and took down the letter.

Inside is a book wrapped in colored paper, the cover and title of which cannot be seen clearly, and a letter on the colored paper wrapping.

Riddle looked at me quietly.

HV Hoffmann

That's it

PA Sweet

"Dear Pauline, regarding what you asked me before, whether there is a kind of magic that allows people to store part of themselves in other carriers, the answer is yes, but this method is very cruel, and obviously belongs to the category of advanced black magic. I don't want to mention too much, but I can only attach a copy of "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" with the letter, I suggest you go there to find the answer."

"The name of this kind of magic is Horcrux."