Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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I was walking in the countryside of Hangleton, and in front of me was a path surrounded by tall bushes. The summer sun was blinding my eyes, and I had to stretch out my hands to block my eyes so that I could see the wooden road signs in front of me clearly.

Greater Hangleton, 5 miles.

Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

Following the guidance of the road signs, a valley appeared in front of my eyes.On the hillside is a dilapidated mansion with incomplete tiles and walls covered with ivy, gloomy and desolate.

I stood in front of the dilapidated courtyard, the Muggle boys who ignored me because of the confusion spell laughed and rode on the flat grass, trampling on the painstaking care of others without hesitation, the limping old Muggle man waving Holding a cane, he followed behind, yelling and cursing, stumbling and driving these little bastards.

After the hustle and bustle, it was deathly desolation again.

This wasn't my destination originally, but when a Hangleton villager passing by accidentally mentioned its name, I suddenly changed direction and came here first.

Riddle House.

It is said--sentences beginning with this word are often followed by wild rumors--it is said that just half a century ago, there lived here the most magnificent family in Little Hangleton, with three wealthy and powerful The master, who is hard to praise, died in a completely bizarre way on a summer night that was no different from the usual.

——An unremarkable country tale.

The only thing that interested me, aside from its unusual name to me, were the three Muggle ways to die.

With no cause of death detectable by Muggle technology, it sounded too much like the product of the Killing Curse, and too much like the Dark Lord's favorite method.

If I guessed correctly, the former owner of this old house must have a strong relationship with Riddle.

"It's him, that boy!" When the old lame gardener Frank confided his past under the Confusion Curse, his emotions suddenly fluctuated violently. He gritted his teeth, as if he suddenly saw his enemy again. , wishing to rush forward and tear him in half, "It's that black-haired boy! It must be him!"

black-haired boy.

Will it be Tom Riddle?

I stared at him intently.

"The black-haired boy..." I repeated softly, "do you remember what he looked like?"

"Of course I do!" said Frank emotionally. "He was very pale, but he was pretty good-looking, and for some reason he looked familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen him before." ——I can’t remember it all the time!”

He babbled to vent his frustration and anger, "Those policemen, they don't believe my words, not even a single one! They insisted that there was no such boy, I made it up. I obviously saw him!"

This sounds... so much like a young Tom Riddle.

I spent a whole afternoon listening to old Frank talking about the unremarkable past of the former owners of the Riddle House, from the snobbish and rude old Riddle couple to the frivolous young and old Riddle , including the crazy "love" that the latter was ashamed of and unwilling to mention.

"So, the woman who eloped with little Riddle is not actually his lover?" My eyes widened, and my pupils trembled. "He said, that woman used some means to confuse him?"

Merlin, this kind of classic excuse used by scumbags to clear their responsibilities, once they accept the setting that there really is magic in the world...it suddenly becomes a horror story.

Just imagine, if I am a Muggle who doesn't have magic, beautiful and rich, is concentrating on her studies, and has a lovely boyfriend who can change at any time when she gets bored, and suddenly one day, I am inexplicably not interested in someone, even There is also a man who is a bit ugly and has a crazy love. He abandoned my parents' family and my old identity for him, ran away with him, and spent all day long.

As a result, one day suddenly, this crazy love disappeared, and I couldn't understand why I did this for this man I wasn't interested in.

Science can't explain, reason can't work, and all my experience and knowledge tell me it can't happen...

Merlin, that was a very, very scary horror story.

That's not what Riddle told me.

In his narrative, his Muggle father clearly fell in love with his biological mother and gave birth to him, and finally abandoned the family because of fear of his wife's status as a witch.

Is he lying to me, or is this what he thinks the truth is?

It's hard for me to imagine, for Riddle, who is arrogant and conceited, how to face and accept his disgraceful background?

Realizing that you are not what you were meant to be, that you are no different in front of your creation, is a difficult and painful moment for anyone, and for Riddle, he has spent his life denying that possibility.

It is absolutely, absolutely impossible for him to accept this... shame.

"Is it true that little Riddle is shirking responsibility?" I asked, "You know, when a playboy like him wants to get rid of a woman, he can always find a suitable excuse for himself."

Although the handsome young man who is rich and handsome falls in love with the ugly Cinderella, it sounds too much like a plot in a third-rate romantic novel that makes people sneer, but I know that there are too many "illogical" realities in this world.

The effects of hormones and adrenaline can cross any intellectual gap, and it is difficult to last forever, but anything is possible on a whim.

"Absolutely impossible." Old Frank said categorically, with a look of extreme disdain, looking quite mean, "You have never seen that woman, even when Little Riddle had the worst vision, he would never be impressed by a woman like her." Interesting—she's really ugly."

My brows furrowed tightly.

"So," I said hesitantly, "Merope Gaunt's looks... not very good-looking?"

"Of course!" Old Frank was quite sure, "Compared with little Mr. Riddle, it is like a small stone on the side of the road and a precious gem——If you ask me, the former is not worthy of stepping on the latter !"

Merlin, this old Muggle man is a little too mean.

But if things are as he said...

Thanks Merlin!

Let Tom Marvolo Riddle look more like his Muggle father-although this may not be good news for him, after all, he has tried his best to put He became a snake-faced boy without a nose, and finally completely got rid of the excellent DNA traces from his Muggle father.

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——Maybe it’s because he thinks it’s better to be a one-in-a-million ugly than an ordinary handsome guy.

Lauder Voldemort, always unique!

At this point in the conversation, I'm no longer interested in a love story that ends in tragedy, or a horror story that begins with deceit.

This past is like another Rashomon, and everyone will piece together the facts in their minds based on their own experiences.

The truth didn't matter to Riddle, nor did it matter to me.

Today's harvest is already rich enough, but it's like a puzzle that has been pieced together more than half. It looks complete, but it's still a little bit short.

Just one point makes a world of difference.

I think what I'm missing is the most important and final piece of the puzzle.

Before undoing the confusion spell and leaving, I looked into old Frank's eyes, "One last question, Mr. Riddle, what's his name?"

"Tom Riddle, miss." said old Frank with blank eyes. "Tom Riddle."

The huge gray shadow slid down like a curtain, and in the depths of his memory, I saw Riddle's gloomy and pale face.

The author has something to say:

The first half of the story of old Tom Riddle and Merope Gaunt is really like a romance novel from the perspective of a bystander, such as "Jane Eyre" and "Pride and Prejudice"; if you add the second half of the tragedy, and Especially like the classic literature of the [-]th century in the West, such as "Anna Karenina" and "Eugenie-Grandet"

Dumbledore's guess is one possibility, and what Lao Fu said in the Goblet of Fire is another possibility, and theoretically speaking, they are both true.

So Pauline felt that this was another Rashomon, and there was no need to get too entangled in the truth, as only the two parties themselves knew the truth.

(Rowling did say that Lao Fu is the product of a love potion, but after all, neither Pauline nor Riddle can break the dimensional wall)