Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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happy National Day! -twenty one-

It's 55:5 in the afternoon, five minutes before Lockhart's dueling club begins, and I'm sitting in Ravenclaw Tower, miles from the Great Hall.

Oops!

I looked at the wall clock on the wall, showing a heavy expression:

It takes at least 10 minutes to travel from the Ravenclaw Tower to the Great Hall. Even if I put wings on myself, I will lose 2 minutes at most. It is safe to be too late to listen to Professor Lockhart's shocking Defense Against the Dark Arts Exam tutoring.

Heartbroken!

This is really the biggest loss of my life!

It's like missing a million dollars! !

So I choose-

Pour yourself a cup of black tea, move the cushion and half lie on the small balcony, holding the travel notes of the great medieval magician borrowed from the library, leaning on the arms of my model boyfriend to read.

"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is really that useless?" Riddle whispered behind me, the tremor of his voice spread from his chest to my back, numb, like a subtle electric current, " It sounds like Dumbledore is old and blind, it seems that the teaching level of Hogwarts has been declining year by year, and only liars and clowns would be willing to come here as professors."

His voice sounded...pretty unhappy.

"It sounds like there is an extra sour grape in Hogwarts." I lazily flipped through my travel notes and said without looking back, "I really want to know who the fox that couldn't eat the grapes is."

"Pauline Sweet—" Riddle gritted his teeth.

His hands around my waist tightened retaliation, as if made of steel, strangling me almost out of breath.

I rolled my eyes, closed the book, and turned to look at him.

"If my dear boyfriend can remember, I hope he realizes that his girlfriend will be persecuted by crooks and clowns with substandard teaching skills, instead of being as lucky as he was when he divorced the culprit. It doesn't matter." I glared at him rather unhappily, "And if his memory hasn't deteriorated so badly, I hope he can remember that his girlfriend has a bad temper."

Riddle stared at me wordlessly.

"If a school cannot select professors who are capable enough, then the most important thing for the headmaster of this school to do is to appoint more capable wizards, instead of letting trash and idiots fill the seats." He looked down at me without a smile , said coldly, "Only the most stupid people would refuse power out of fear."

Again.

Again.

Couldn't he have even just a day without mentioning the Dark Arts?

If black magic can be anthropomorphic, he, Tom Riddle, is the number one fan. He loves it to the point of madness, day and night, and gives Amway to every passerby he can win over.

Brainless fans recruit gangsters, understand? ?

Talking every day, talking every day, pushing and stepping at every turn, I'm almost turning into a black magic anti!

I'm trying to resist the urge to roll my eyes, I don't want this chat to turn into another argument just yet, even now that we have a way to resolve conflicts without talking—

But I don't want to now.

"Speaking of which, Tom, there's actually one thing I've always been curious about." I propped his chest and tried to get up, but he looked at me expressionlessly, his arms seemed to be embedded in my waist, not at all. Allow me to move.

I glared at him angrily.

Riddle was unmoved.

Well, well, it's not the first day I know Tom Riddle is a childish ghost.

As the more mature one, I can only choose to be the more tolerant side.

I rolled his eyes at him angrily, leaned back heavily on his shoulders, put my arms around his neck, rubbed his earlobes gently, and asked softly like a whisper, "With your ability, in Hogg It's not the best choice for Watts to be a professor, you don't even like children at all, and you're not an enthusiastic senior who is keen to support the younger ones, why are you obsessed with the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

This is what I haven't understood since I first heard that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was thrown in the past.

It just so happened that Riddle and I talked about this matter. Although there is a slight difference in age, at least we are still the same person. He may be able to give me a clear answer and solve my excess curiosity.

——If Voldemort likes power, he can enter the Ministry of Magic; if Voldemort wants to gain great power, Hogwarts can't give him more, at least not much help in black magic; if Voldemort likes to cultivate wings , as long as he is strong enough, he can succeed anywhere...

It couldn't possibly be because he, like Professor Snape, was keen to give T's to those Gryffindor first-year little devils who couldn't even write complete papers? ?

"Whether I need it and whether I can get it are two different things." He looked at me coldly, without softening his attitude, and said quietly, "I want everyone to know that even if I don't need something anymore, I don't want it." Allow others to get it."

The corners of his eyes were once again faintly scarlet.

Merlin, maybe I have aesthetic problems or something wrong with my eyes, but I really think he looks very... attractive.

I couldn't help stretching out my hand, caressing the end of his eyes lightly as if fascinated, staring intently at the scarlet that melted into his dark and deep pupils, cruel, weird and cold.

I subconsciously licked my lips lightly.

The arms around my waist tightened suddenly.

"It may be like this for many years after you have been rejected," I raised my eyes, met his cold and angry eyes, smiled slightly, tightened my arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear , "But what about the beginning? When you just graduated, you obviously had more and better choices, so why did you stay at Hogwarts?"

Riddle looked at me with cold surprise. "A better choice? On the contrary, Pauline, I think it's the best choice."

"Then why?" My voice was as light as the wind.

"Do you need me to explain more clearly?" Riddle said coldly, "I can here—"

"You can recruit troops here, you can spread your ideas as much as you want, you can study magic here, and you can gain countless followers." I interrupted him, "but the facts tell us that you can do these things in other places Brilliant - almost too good to be true. Hogwarts doesn't offer you more than you can get anywhere else, you and I know that."

"So, what are you up to?" I whispered, every word was like smoke, rising to a higher place, enveloping him and me, "Tom, why can't you be honest once?"

Riddle's eyes seemed to be burning red.

He slammed me down on the cushion, with an angry face, looking at me with horror in his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "If you think you can understand me enough—"

His chin was only three or four inches from my lips, and his blood-red eyes were fixed on me, like an enraged snake, thinking about how to brutally tear its prey apart.

Cold breath blows across my cheeks.

My breath froze for a moment, and I stared into his eyes absentmindedly.

"So, you regard Hogwarts as your home." I murmured, "You have feelings for Hogwarts, you have a sense of belonging here, and you want to stay here—Merlin, I never I never thought it would be because of this.”

For a moment, I almost stretched out my hand to draw the wand in my pocket. I have never seen such strong violence and malice in Riddle's eyes. I almost forgot that he was still using my magic power to maintain the entity, Forget that he can't touch me at all... I'm sure he really wants to kill me at this moment.

But that moment passed quickly, and he let go of me and sat there, looking at me with a blank face.

I was still lying there on my back, and it took several seconds to finally recover from the intense heart palpitations. I slowly sat up on the cushion and looked at Riddle with a complicated expression.

I think of the childhood he once said, he came from a Muggle orphanage, he led Hogwarts to sponsor poor students for seven years of study...

Just as Riddle and Voldemort tried their best to prove to everyone and hope everyone can believe it, everyone has forgotten his original name, original appearance, original origin, and shaped him to everyone The powerful, invincible, lofty, and extraordinary image has been taken as his real appearance, so that even I have overlooked one of the most important things——

Tom Marvolo Riddle is not divine.

He is still a mortal, still in the world.

I knew he would never want to hear about my new discovery, so I decided never to tell him.

I just stretched out my hand towards him, hugged him quietly, stroked his cheek lightly, and then tentatively gave him a soft kiss in his cold and menacing eyes.

Riddle looked at me with terrifying eyes for a long time, and finally hugged me expressionlessly, raised my chin vigorously, forcefully pried open my lips and teeth, and robbed all my mind, thoughts and perceptions.

Only the icy wind, the blazing fire, and...a faint smell of blood remained.

I hugged him subconsciously, ready to follow the atmosphere.

But at this moment, there was a hasty sound of opening the door.

Completely subconsciously, I almost jumped up, pushed Riddle away, and immediately cut off the supply of magic power under his shocked, furious and incredible eyes.

He didn't hesitate for a second.

The door was opened, and Ollie rushed into the dormitory, just in time to see a hungry tiger lying on the cushion pretending to read a book, not seeing anything wrong, rushing to my side eagerly, grabbing my hand and pulling me up, "The duel club is about to start, hurry up!"

I:?That's why you rushed in to spoil my good deeds? ? ?