Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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Sunset over the grass-covered hills of Greater Hangleton.

When Professor Dumbledore found me, I was sitting on the abandoned low wall of the villagers, looking up at the sunset in the distance. Under the sunset, in a low forest, there was a dilapidated house that could not even be called a house.

"Good afternoon, Pauline." Professor Dumbledore greeted me kindly, without even asking me why I was here, and sat with me on the low wall very naturally, looking at the dilapidated old house in the distance, "I listen Arthur said you might want to see me."

From a polite point of view, I should have stood up to say hello the moment I saw Professor Dumbledore, but he didn't give me the chance to respond.

"Oh," I seemed to have just woken up from a nap, and it took a while to react, and I said slowly, "Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore, I think I need to tell you something."

Dumbledore looked at me with a peaceful and probing look, and didn't immediately ask me what I wanted to say, "I think your complexion is not very good, Pauline."

My eyeballs slowly rolled twice, and finally seemed to be flexible, looking at him, "Although I can't see, I think you are right."

Because this is a fact that I don't need to check in the mirror at all, if I still look good now, then I may start to worry about whether I am in a bad situation.

In fact, just before Professor Dumbledore received the letter I entrusted Mr. Weasley to deliver, I stepped into Gaunt's old house alone, which looked like it would be rated as a pigsty by contemporary architects. , trying to find Tom Riddle, or Voldemort's Horcrux.

—and almost couldn't get out.

It's a sad truth.

"Oh, Pauline," said Professor Dumbledore softly, casting reproachful glances at me from behind his glasses, "even if the starry sky above us is so bright, we must not forget the cliffs below us."

I nodded lazily and said absently, "I think you're right."

But my spirits lifted in the next moment, "Professor, please forgive me-allow me to apologize to you first, I should have told you about this earlier, but I think my arrogance prevented me. Make the right choice. Anyway, I learned about the Dark Lord, or Tom Riddle, months ago."

Dumbledore didn't look surprised at all, and looked at me peacefully, "Then I'm curious, what made you know this?"

I briefly set out the Heinz von Hoffmann commission, ambiguous about when and how I actually knew the name Tom Riddle.

"This is the book." I lowered my head and hurriedly pulled out the "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" from my satchel.

"Excellent Untraceable Stretching Charm," said Professor Dumbledore kindly, pretending not to realize that it was an advanced spell prohibited by the Ministry of Magic for private use.

He took the book, followed my prompt, and quickly flipped to the chapter about Horcruxes.

"For some... origin, I had inadvertently come into contact with Voldemort's Horcruxes long before Mr. Hoffman sent me this book." Thought I might be capable enough to study this mysterious magical creation, but it turns out my ignorance and arrogance blinded me."

I stated as calmly as possible, "I didn't expect that Horcrux had a very, very powerful spell attached to it, and it itself was extremely tempting, maybe it was only an inch away, and I was about to wear it up."

Merlin, even thinking about it now, I still feel extremely thrilling, I mean——

That damned ring tempted me with knowledge! !

Think about it, who can resist the temptation of the vast ocean of knowledge?Who can not be attracted by a life that is especially loved by knowledge?Who wouldn't want to spend their whole life studying and absorbing knowledge like crazy? ?

Really, it was just a little bit short of actually wearing the ring on my finger.

When I think that if I wear that ring that seems to be malicious, not only will it be impossible to wander in the infinite ocean of knowledge in the future, but it is very likely that I will never have the opportunity to learn new knowledge...

My anger surged upwards.

really-

unacceptable! !

"I'm assuming you're in a calm mood now?" Professor Dumbledore looked at me a little strangely, a little scrutinizing and a little surprised, "Pauline, forgive an old man's inappropriate curiosity—so, how on earth did you overcome it?" This kind of temptation? According to my understanding, the Horcrux Voldemort used to protect him must be very difficult to resist, even for me, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with it without prior preparation."

I fell into thought, "About this, I'm not really sure."

Professor Dumbledore made a gesture of all ears.

"I think maybe it's because I'm happy enough?" I thought about the wording, "Assuming you don't think I'm showing off—my family is harmonious and happy, and my family is in good condition. And I feel inferior to my own talent, intelligence, ability, and interpersonal skills, and my life depends on the wind and the rain, and I don’t have any obsessions.”

The only desire that may affect my judgment is knowledge itself, but—you see, even without the dream world that the ring depicts for me, in reality, I am not bad on the road of pursuing knowledge?

If I read this correctly, even Professor Dumbledore couldn't help being stunned for a moment when I finished speaking.

I looked at him with my sincere eyes.

"I'm afraid this reason is beyond my expectation." Professor Dumbledore shook his head amusedly, and looked at me with a smile, "However, seeing outstanding young people can have such a happy and fulfilling life, I have to say that it is a wonderful thing. It’s something very gratifying.”

I didn't excuse myself for not handing over Hoffman's book in the first place, but tried it myself, and I didn't think it was necessary—well, maybe I was too bastard by nature, even if I encountered such a thing, I would still Feeling justified in what you're doing - seriously, is it a big deal as a Ravenclaw to come across a topic you're interested in and want to work on it yourself?

Coincidentally, Professor Dumbledore didn't mean to pursue this either - I don't know if it's because he thinks the result is good and there's no need to struggle with the process, or because he already understands my straight-up bastard Ravenclaw In short, we have a tacit understanding on this.

"After I was almost tempted, I realized that my current strength is not enough to solve it, or to study this ring. In short, I decided to confess to you and leave this matter to you—all I know The most powerful of wizards, and also the most learned and reliable."

Yes, instead of getting the ring, I decided to hand it over to Professor Dumbledore and stop my Horcrux collection plan.

—the dangers of Horcruxes, and the measures the Dark Lord took to protect his Horcruxes were only part of the reason.

"When observing the horcruxes from a distance, I had a short intersection with the soul fragments in the horcruxes." I thought about it, "I am afraid that "Secrets of the Advanced Dark Arts" did not make enough accurate and detailed descriptions of the characteristics of the horcruxes. I mean, I found that the soul shards in this ring are a little... different from the real Dark Lord."

Professor Dumbledore said with a smile that I might have to make it clearer.

"Although I have never met Voldemort, I think that even if he cares about his origin, he can't be obsessed with it for decades?" I don't know if I express it clearly enough, "I mean , I suspect that each Horcrux will retain the strongest emotion when the maker split this piece of soul."

Thanks to Hoffman, who described the concept of Voldemort making several Horcruxes clearly enough that I didn't have to rack my brains to figure out how to lie that I knew so much about Voldemort's arrangements.

"So," said Professor Dumbledore slowly, "the Horcrux you saw looked like Tom Riddle when he was young?"

"To be precise, it should be when he was about 15 years old." I added, "He should have discovered his own life experience for the first time at that time, and felt deeply ashamed of it, so when he split his soul fragments, he still held Obsession, so much so that the piece that is now preserved in the Horcrux is a bit crazy."

In fact, I was still tactful.

Where is that piece of Riddle in the ring "a little crazy"?

That's pretty crazy.

Distorted, chaotic, and crazy, he looks like the kind of magical item I often see in Muggle fantasy novels, which can lure all the brave men who come here for the name to be unrecognizable under their desires.

More like a magical artifact than a person.

Compared with it, the diary looks extraordinarily normal, it can be said that it is sober in the world and the peak of intelligence.

Merlin, isn't this too disappointing?

I want to replace a few diaries, don't I want to copy the brand name?

Isn't this boring on the spot?

"Professor, do you think the soul fragments can still be regarded as the same person after splitting?" I looked at Professor Dumbledore, "Or, do you think the split soul fragments can be regarded as independent people?"

"Theoretically speaking, no matter how many pieces Voldemort's soul is split into, they are still the same person, and he has only one soul, so the answer to the previous question should be yes." Professor Dumbledore did not Shocked by what could be called a bold and rebellious academic conjecture, he said calmly, "But I assume you asked this question because you have a different answer in mind?"

I'm not at all shy about expressing myself because the person in front of me is the most accomplished wizard in a century, on the contrary, I enjoy the process of, "I don't think it's anymore, or not quite."

Professor Dumbledore smiled and listened to my bold speech.

"Let me make a bold assumption, forgive me—this may sound absurd, but," I paused, and said bluntly, "assuming that Voldemort's main soul reshaped his body, and at this time someone helped him. Horcruxes have physical possession, and when these two 'Voldemorts' meet, can they live in harmony?"

"Oh, Pauline, that's a pretty terrible assumption." Professor Dumbledore smiled dryly, but he wasn't offended by it. He sighed, "I don't think so."

of course not.

Even if the main soul and the soul fragments have a close connection from the soul invisibly, as long as they become relatively independent existences and have different thinking entities, it is absolutely impossible to live in harmony.

Can you imagine that the main soul is obedient to the soul piece, or the soul piece is submissive to the main soul?When faced with mortal danger, who will be the one who is willing to sacrifice?

There are only so many Death Eaters, and the centralization of power can only be attributed to one person.

Everyone is Voldemort, why are you the Dark Lord?

"For any existence or collective, integration is a long and hopeless process, but separation and estrangement often only take a moment." I mused, "It is the same for Riddle's soul. Since they have Separated, they are indeed different people-even if there is an inseparable connection in the soul, I think once they meet, they will not be able to bear it, and try their best to break this connection."

So, how could someone like Voldemort, who has no sense of security, is extremely self-centered, and doesn't trust himself, come up with the idea of ​​making Horcruxes?

Will he trust another self?

Will he love another self?

impossible.

In case someone really revived a certain piece of soul, and the two Dark Lords stand together, they may be able to unanimously speak out, but the first one to solve it...isn't it also the other self?

At that time, the two Voldemorts will stand together, this wave?This wave is the Dark Lord fighting. The Dark Lord.

Dumbledore would sigh when he heard it, and the Death Eaters would cry when they saw it.

It's embarrassing to think about it (pointing)

"So, Pauline, you don't feel sympathy for Voldemort's Horcruxes?" Professor Dumbledore looked at me calmly.

"No, of course not," I said in amazement, "I never sympathized with anyone."

I did see something like a mixture of surprise and scrutiny in Professor Dumbledore's eyes after this sentence, but I didn't care too much about it, "I can assure you about this, since I can remember , I have almost never experienced such emotions, and it is even less likely to happen to Voldemort and his Horcruxes."

But this answer may not be so flattering, but reveals indifference everywhere.

Professor Dumbledore restrained his smile and looked at me thoughtfully.

I looked at my principal, "I don't think it's helpful to put on airs in front of experienced elders like you. Being sincere may be more flattering than a poor disguise. You won't show your true self in front of you because of me." And hate me?"

As Merlin can attest, I am a law-abiding(?) wizard.

"I never dislike any of my students." Professor Dumbledore replied calmly, "I'm just curious, after making such a shocking new hypothesis, what will your new subject be?"

This is our Mr. Principal, who always gets to the point.

I laughed and replied generically, "If you have a hypothesis, of course you have to prove it or falsify it."

"But you chose to tell me about this and the whereabouts of the Horcrux." Professor Dumbledore stared at me closely, smiled, still looked so kind, and even winked at me, "Pauline, My child, please understand the excess curiosity of an old man, and don't play tricks with me anymore, right?"

That's right, after I decided to tell Professor Dumbledore about the Horcrux, I also made the decision to hand over the ring in Gaunt's old house, keeping only the diary—seriously, this is normal But right?I'm not a pureblood, and it's in my best interest to see the Dark Lord fall forever.

As for the diary...he should really thank me, although I know that with Riddle's character it is difficult to do this, he is born without the consciousness of reciprocating kindness.

It doesn't matter, what I am best at is persuasion.

"Yes, I chose to tell you about this." I nodded, "Although I am extremely impulsive and arrogant in the face of knowledge, I can still judge the feasibility when faced with a gap. Voldemort's Horcrux is not me A topic that can be studied in depth, even if I want to test a hypothesis, I can also look for feasible alternatives.”

"I don't think your alternative is to make a few Horcruxes yourself?" Professor Dumbledore joked.

I really thought for a while in Professor Dumbledore's presence.

"Well, I don't think so," I replied. "I'm an academic, you know."

We laughed together and gently covered the subject.

"Before I take you to fetch the Horcrux, let me take the liberty of making a request—I want to state in advance that this is just a request, not a threat. Even if you choose to refuse, I will still take you to fetch the Horcrux "I made a coincidence, because even without my help, Dumbledore would be able to find the Horcrux in Gaunt's old house sooner or later, not to mention that we are sitting not far away at the moment.

But I'm just betting on a possibility.

If you want to say who in this world is most likely to agree to the outrageous conditions I want to talk about next, then maybe only Professor Dumbledore.

From that perspective, Merlin, I do have a lot, a lot of respect for him.

"I heard that when Voldemort was a student at Hogwarts, you served as his Transfiguration professor, and you became wary and concerned about him very early on." I looked at Dumbledore nervously and prayed to Merlin that he For the sake of Horcruxes, I will not refuse, "I don't deny that I have a great interest in Voldemort-of course, not the interest of becoming a Death Eater, but I am really curious about what kind of person he is, maybe You can answer my confusion."

I bet Dumbledore wouldn't say no, and I don't think he would.

Professor Dumbledore watched me for a long time.

In the end, he let out a long sigh.

"Maybe, I can show you a memory from many years ago. At that time, Tom Riddle was just a boy who had just received the admission letter from Hogwarts."

The author has something to say:

This memory is the one in the orphanage. Everyone knows it, so I will skip the next chapter.

Lao Deng must have known that the heroine still had a lot of reservations, as well as a lot of guesses and worries, but for a moment he really didn't guess that Pauline still had a Horcrux in her hand. After all, he and Harry had spent so much to find the Horcrux in the original text. Kung fu, who would've thought I'd hook up Pauline (x)

And Pauline is so scornful that she is always frank and frank, which makes you feel so scornful of this person, but at the same time, you can't hate her, and you don't even think she will do bad things.

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