Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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Surprisingly, many years later, when I recalled this graduation party, which was very strange and vulgar in my heart, it turned out to be condensed into pictures with gorgeous colors, revealing a sense of love that can never be erased. Youthful and fresh.

But as the memory deduces downward, the night before leaving Hogwarts did not end in the carnival and sadness of the graduation party.

When I had a splitting headache due to excessive drinking, I walked into the dormitory clutching my forehead and found Agatha kneeling by my bed, with a stack of books in front of me and a black diary in her hand, I admit, I overreacted at the time.

"Agatha, what are you doing?"

I have never spoken to any of my classmates in such a cold tone.

I have never treated anyone with such cold eyes.

I think that might be a... very intimidating state.

Because even a calm person like Agatha was taken aback by me. The diary fell from her hand on the soft carpet. Take two steps back, but because of the inconvenient posture, it looks very funny.

I realize I'm overreacting, but I can't control it, or rather, I don't intend to control it.

Once I linked Agatha's pale face with the diary in her hand, Riddle probably used my roommate without my knowledge, and I felt a heartfelt, uncontrollable... anger .

Nor can I tell whether it's from confronting the fact that I'm not in control, or from Riddle's possible, easy resignation, as if to him I'm no different—either way, I'm absolutely unacceptable.

"What are you doing?" I repeated.

"The house elf helped organize the things, and put them there waiting for you to sort them into boxes. I accidentally knocked them down just now, and I wanted to help you organize them again, and then you came back." Agatha said stiffly, Looking at me with a kind of forced force, "It's true that I knocked you over something wrong, but Pauline, what do you mean you're holding a wand? Wanna put a jinx on me now?"

Her tone was very strange because of shrinking and fear, high-pitched, full of viciousness.

It's as if, she felt... I'm really going to give her a death curse in the next second.

I rubbed my fingers lightly, only to realize that I had unconsciously gripped the wand, and my whole body was tense, like a falcon ready to tear apart its target at any moment.

"Oh," I squeezed my wand, prolonging my voice, and said softly—at this moment I actually felt a subtle overlap between myself and Riddle, "so, all this is just an accident, isn't it?"

I stared closely into her eyes.

"Otherwise?" Agatha asked me back in a very aggressive tone.

That's right, the roommate who has always been good-tempered is angry because she knocked over her things. Maybe most people will feel guilty, but if the roommate is so angry that he clenches his wand and wants to do it, then more people will react. Come over and feel angry.

A picture scroll like a gray shadow flashed before my eyes——

Agatha got up from the bed, packed my luggage, accidentally knocked my things apart, picked up the diary, the sudden sound of the door opening, my cold and frightening expression...

"Then," I stared at her for a long time before my movements slowly eased, "I think I may have overreacted."

In front of her, I let go of my wand grip.

Agatha's tense expression finally relaxed a little, as if a drowning person finally surfaced and was able to breathe.

She stared at me with weird eyes, both fearful and tentative, "It's nothing...you looked a little scary just now."

It seems that she didn't realize that I used Legilimency on her - this may be because I deliberately led her to recall what happened just now, which is very similar to the effect of Legilimency, and she mistakenly thought it was her own memory .

I know my roommate, Agatha is not a great actress.

I looked at her and finally showed a very faint smile.

This seemed to be enough to signal Agatha.

She breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed her whole body, slumped on the ground, and stared at me fiercely, "Pauline Sweet, you almost scared me to death just now!"

"I'm sorry, Agatha." I looked at her, walked to her side as if carelessly, pulled her up gently, picked up the diary, and said softly, "You know I sometimes do It will look like a jerk, but from the bottom of my heart, I definitely don't want to hurt you."

I didn't explain to her the reason for my overreaction.

"Oh, okay." Agatha seemed very unwilling to bring up this topic again, or to recall the experience just now, she said very stiffly, "I didn't take it to heart—I I know you've been busy preparing for the graduation party recently, it's normal to be in a bad state."

She changed the subject very stiffly, "Speaking of which, I left early today, how did you guys play afterwards?"

She is afraid of me.

In the past, Agatha would never ask me how I was doing at the party, because although she was a gossip-loving academic bully, she was also a social handicap, and would stay away from parties, which are extremely socially unfriendly occasions.

"Can't the party I organized be fun?" I pretended not to notice her fear, threw the diary on the bed, loosened my hair and stroked it, and sat down on the bed, like any other time , smiled at her nonchalantly, "Merlin, you really shouldn't have left so early—you don't know what happened afterwards..."

Agatha was quickly infected by my attitude as if nothing had happened. She put this episode behind her and was attracted by the first-hand gossip I told. So-and-so in the next dormitory and So-and-so in that courtyard have been secretly in love with each other for several years.

But I know that an unpleasant episode will linger in her mind for a long time in the days to come.

As I will experience.

On my last night at Hogwarts, I barely slept.

When the sound of my roommate's even breathing came, I opened the thick bed curtain again, stepped silently on the soft wool carpet, and walked to the window following the guidance of the moonlight. The tall Ravenclaw tower quietly Overlook this piece of fertile land.

Hogwarts is beautiful at night.

Reflected in the bright moonlight, the castle is quiet and inclusive, and the familiar scene has become a surprise. Even after living here for seven years, I sometimes still feel in a trance, wondering if I belong here.

Mysterious magic, endless mysteries, always smile at me through heavy veils, it is a silent invitation, but also like a tactful rejection.

Knowledge, magic, time, in front of the infinite creation, I am so small.

I admit I didn't think much about it until I met Riddle.

He is like an insoluble puzzle, with a false and hard shell covering a complex core, you can only get close to him, but you can't really touch him.

This is unprecedented for me.

He is like a complicated issue to me.

I said that I reject subject discrimination and treat each subject fairly, but I also have to admit that human energy is limited, so I am like a child picking up shells on the beach, and I must play with whichever one I pick up. Have fun and never stop.

Since fate made us meet, then I must be fascinated by him.

--destiny.

This is the topic that Riddle brought to me. Before that, I never believed in it, and I never bothered to study this kind of nothingness that cannot be studied.

And Riddle believed it, very much, he didn't want to admit it, but I have my observations.

I lowered my head expressionlessly, gently stroked the slightly old cover of the diary, and slowly walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dormitory.

"It's already one o'clock in the morning, beautiful lady, why don't you lie down on the soft bed and enjoy a sweet dream?" The mirror's voice was as soft as whispering, "Enough sleep is conducive to maintaining your extraordinary beauty , keep you young forever."

"Thanks," I heard myself whisper, "but I figured there was one more thing I had to do."

I lightly stroked the cold mirror and stared at the girl with black hair like sandalwood in the mirror, or she could be called a woman.

She is tall and slender enough, with long facial features, she is completely a big girl with exquisite eyebrows.

When she has no expression like this, it seems to be her most real appearance.

So noble...and so arrogant.

She is so confident in her abilities and means that she plays with anyone casually, never caring whether it is "moral", although she often wraps her behavior in a layer of morality and rules.

—Merlin, I'm such a jerk.

I stared at the diary in my hand.

In fact, what I should do is very simple - communicate face-to-face with Riddle now, make insinuations to support Agatha's statement, confirm the truth of the matter, and warn Riddle not to touch my classmates or relatives...

I should have done that.

—if not I know this is not the fundamental problem between me and Riddle.

In fact, with my personality, if someone brings me such uncertain troubles, even if the other party is my boyfriend, I will tell him to get out of here cleanly.But Riddle...

He is the subject of my deep fascination.

Even if he wasn't a Horcrux, I'd be curious about the man himself.

So contradictory, yet so mysterious.

I must try my best to find a clear answer before I get tired.

And right now, the most important question for me is—

Just as I looked so strange in Agatha's memory, how did Riddle see me in my memory or in the depths of my soul?

I stared at the dark pupils of the girl in the mirror, and said in an imperceptible voice:

" Legilimency."

With the layers of cloud-like images overwhelming, in the deepest part of my memory, I saw him——

"Pauline Sweet," Riddle stood in the gray mist and looked at me coldly, "do you think you can control everything?"

On his face, there are coldness, concentration, disgust, uncontrollable attraction, and...

Deep humiliation.

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This time, there are really only three or four chapters left to end.