Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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This article is of course not BE, to be precise, it should be TE in the shape of HE,

It is obviously impossible for a prince and a princess to live happily together with Pauline and Riddle, but the two scumbags still choose to hug each other for a long time despite their own thoughts. In my case, it is HE .

I have read all the analysis of Agatha's plot in the comments, and there is one thing I want to point out solemnly:

Pauline's memory was fine, she just saw what she hadn't seen.

(I, a full-level female strong fan, do not arrange this kind of plot)

finally--

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I had a lot of dreams that night, just like reading a book, the picture slides rapidly, showing all the things I have noticed and neglected before my eyes.

Even when he was most infatuated with me, the humiliation never went away.

What happened to Agatha was like an invisible hand that forcibly tore apart the tacit veil between me and Riddle, and completely unveiled the huge contradiction between our objective existence—even though Riddle I still don't know anything about this sudden change, but at least I have realized that the huge contradiction under the surface of our harmonious coexistence has reached the moment that must be resolved.

In fact, for me, whether Agatha's abnormality was caused by Riddle or not, although this incident made me feel guilty towards Agatha, it was not that important between me and Riddle.

The important thing is that this incident made me see a possibility-if we keep getting along in the current state, this kind of thing will happen one day with conclusive evidence.

With Riddle's character, choosing to take advantage of others when he found it difficult to use me, this situation is completely valid.

——This assumption is established, and this situation is entirely possible, and this is the most important thing.

Not Agatha, it would be someone else, it would be anyone else in my life.

And I will never allow that to happen.

If that's the case...

I haven't given up on the subject yet, and if Riddle is the first, it might be a novel experience for me.

Then, understanding Riddle's true attitude is the most important thing for me right now.

On the third Thursday in June, I took the Hogwarts Express for the last time. The speeding train passed through the dense forests of the Scottish Highlands, and drove across the vast and quiet plains. As if the year was behind me, it brought me back to the bustling London.

"Pauline," Agatha, who had always been taciturn, suddenly grabbed my sleeve a few minutes before the train pulled into the station. Taking advantage of the fact that there were only the two of us in the carriage, her eyes widened and she looked at me through the square glasses. I, whispered, "So, that's actually a dark magic item, right?"

She spoke so abruptly, without preparation or warning, but I wasn't surprised at all.

"Since you showed me that blank book, I've thought about it for a long time, but I never figured out what the reason is." Seeing that I didn't say anything, but just looked at her, Agatha seemed to have more emotions Courage, said a long list in one breath, "I searched all the books I could find but couldn't find it, so I had to give up. But I never thought about the direction of black magic! But your attitude yesterday... I don't know, I've never seen you like that, and I can't think of anything more than a dark magic item."

I could have blithely brought up the subject with an elaborate lie, or an ingenious prevarication, so that Agatha's doubts and courage would be thwarted, and if I had enough patience and willingness, I could even make her never be curious about it .

but I do not have.

"Agatha, I'm a Ravenclaw," I said softly.

I didn't say anything, but it seemed like I said everything.

"I know, I know." She nodded distractedly, looking at me with uneasy eyes, "I won't tell anyone, but you, but you have to promise, this is just a topic... right ?”

The rumble of the train approaching the station grew louder.

Of course, this is just a topic.

——The topic I am most interested in right now.

"Of course." I smiled at her.

Agatha breathed a sigh of relief, and her pale face turned red again, "You don't know how worried I was this night, the way you looked at that time, I was really afraid of you—"

She didn't continue talking, but just shook her head in a trance, "Black magic items are really scary, aren't they?"

I stared at her face.

"Agatha, I haven't asked you yet, why are you feeling unwell?" I looked concerned, "I thought it would be good to take a rest, but today, your complexion is even worse."

As if she had been stung, Agatha moved her body uncomfortably, and smiled at me reluctantly, "It's nothing serious, really don't worry, I'll just rest a little longer."

As if she was afraid that I would ask again, she quickly cut off the topic, took out the box amidst the sound of the train whistle, and hurriedly waved goodbye to me, leaving me with a hurried back.

Countless unresolved questions linger in my mind.

——What happened to Agatha?Does all this have anything to do with Riddle?What should I do if I have a relationship with him?What is going on with his contradictory and complicated emotions, and his complicated attitude towards me?

There is no doubt that there are great problems between me and Riddle.

However, looking back on the experience of these two months, I can't even confidently say that I didn't know anything about it.

I actually knew it, always knew it.

I know that ever since I taunted him with NEWTs and diverted the topic of black magic, this huge gap has quietly emerged, just like the gap between our two personalities and pursuits.

For someone as arrogant and conceited as Tom Riddle, who is also extremely sensitive, if he is a little bit rebellious, he will be taken as an offense, not to mention that when I get along with him, I really seem to be careless, coming and going when he is called, Perfunctory and teasing are commonplace.

It was a wonder that he did not find my contempt a humiliation.

I know it all.

I just... don't really care.

He is a subject of great curiosity and fascination, and holds such a high place and priority in my heart.

—I guess he's never going to be happy about that fact.

Then, after discovering that I could never become his believer and be used by him, it became a feasible path to find another way and find a way to take another path.

The problem is, I'm not sure.

I really can't find any evidence that Agatha's matter is related to him-if he really did it, it can only be said that he did it beautifully. Even I can only doubt it, but I can't be sure. Therefore, he will not take more decisive measures to deal with him.

And the biggest reason I'm not sure sounds like absurdity:

When he faced me, humiliation or infatuation, which one is real and which one is fake?

I admit that I can't give an answer to this question alone.

I held onto the box and didn't speak for a long time until someone patted me on the back.

Fred and George stood right behind me, rubbing their fists together, and it seemed that they had some tricks. They looked at each other and smiled maliciously.

"Dear Pauline, perhaps we should wish you a happy graduation—"

"But there is very sad news—"

"Your parents have no time to meet with you due to their busy work, so you have to spend this summer vacation at our house!"

They looked at me, grinning, "And we can assure you, it's going to be an unforgettable summer!"

My mood gradually improved again.

"Then—" I prolong my tone, showing a provocative smile, "I'll wait."

-27-

The NEWTs exam is over, and the seven-year Hogwarts career has also come to an end, but for my life, this just means the beginning of a new stage.

In the second week of living in the Weasleys' house, I received an interview invitation from the Romanian Institute.

"I'm a bit confused. The meaning of this letter is that you go to them to take the exam first. If you pass, you can wait for the NEWTs report card to be issued. There are 6 O's on the NEWTs report card, and then you can go to them to study. Are you at work?" Mrs. Weasley grabbed the letter delivered by the owl, looked left and right, "My dear, their demands are too high!"

"It's still manageable." I'm not blindly modest, "After all, it's the most authoritative research institution in the magic world in Europe, so it's normal to be strict."

"Oh, of course." Mrs. Weasley immediately put down the letter and looked at me proudly, "12 O's, I bet even if I turn this institute upside down, I can't find a few people who can get such grades, Yes or no?"

From what she said, it was as if my NEWTs report card had already been sent out - although even if it hadn't been sent out, everyone would already know the result, of course.

An established fact that needs no elaboration.

"Those seniors have in-depth research in their own fields, so they can't be counted according to NEWTs." I waved my hands pretendingly, and caught a glimpse of Fred and George vomiting exaggeratedly from the corner of my eye. Actions.

"So, Aunt Mollie," I smiled, "I won't be back for supper tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Of course, my dear, you will definitely pass their examination." Mrs. Weasley gave me a warm hug.

I smiled and hugged her back.

But when I left the Burrow with my simple luggage, I was not thinking about the examination of the Romanian Institute, but another matter, and I had a hunch that this would be the key to answering Riddle's attitude towards me. clue--

The...Horcrux hidden in the old Gaunt house in Great Hangleton.