Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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[From this chapter onwards, all extra episodes use the third person,

Styles are different]

[The Romanian chapter strives to follow the style of the original work,

1940 articles go campus sweet cake style (?)

1950 articles go ambiguous]

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The quiet moonlight shines on the land of Romania, and the icy cold is pervasive, even reminiscent of dementors.

Harry subconsciously clenched his wand in his pocket and looked around.

"Professor, you haven't said what we're here for?"

Harry looked suspiciously at the dense jungle on both sides. The tall and strange bushes swayed slightly in the howling cold wind, as if there were countless monsters lurking around.

"Ah, I really haven't told you yet," said Dumbledore cheerfully, "I think I'll probably be happy to tell you that we're here to visit a friend—not just mine, I miss you The friendship with her should also be said to be good."

she?Have a good relationship with him?

Harry couldn't figure out who Dumbledore was talking about.

"I don't understand who you're talking about, Professor." He was bewildered.

Dumbledore took him out of the Dursleys' house, and he apparated into this wild place, and Harry even wondered which forest it was.

"Here is the mysterious and fertile fertile land, the shepherd's forest in Romania, Harry, it has another name, the Bermuda Triangle in Transylvania."

Harry still hadn't figured out what this had to do with him, and he was taken aback. "So, Professor, we're not in Great Britain anymore, are we?"

Dumbledore smiled. He stretched out his hand, patted Harry on the shoulder, and wrapped his traveling cloak around his neck tightly. "Yes, Harry, we are in Romania now."

But—but what on earth are they here for?

Harry was really confused, he hurriedly followed Dumbledore's footsteps, racking his brains, trying to find traces of this strange forest and land from the corners of his memory.

Romania, Romania... Charlie?

Was Dumbledore talking about Charlie Weasley?He remembered that Ron's second brother was studying dragons in Romania.

But why would Dumbledore bring him to find Charlie?

When they hurried through several paths surrounded by tall trees, the scenery in front of them was not any different from before.

But just when Harry thought he would have to follow Dumbledore for a long time, the latter stopped suddenly.

"professor?"

Dumbledore was busy searching in the pocket of his cloak, as if he was looking for something, "Don't worry, Harry, let me see where it is... Ah, I finally found you."

He found what he wanted in his inside pocket, a palm-sized black crystal square box that looked a bit like the most fashionable mobile phone for Muggles, but it was much smaller than a mobile phone.

"Great invention." Dumbledore looked at the small black crystal box appreciatively, and commented with great interest, "It's a pity that the cost is too expensive - if it can be popularized, I think the entire wizarding world will be shaken by it, won't it?" ?”

Harry didn't see anything in this little square box that could shake the wizarding world.

He carefully identified the patterns on the back of the box, trying to find some clues, "...is this an ancient rune, professor?"

"Ah, ancient runes, special symbols of alchemy, and some special runes that few people will use. Of course, these are the contents that NEWTs do not need to take. In fact, there is no exam that requires to these contents, because they are too remote and obscure." Dumbledore laughed.

Harry saw him lightly tap the small black crystal box twice with his thumb, and the dark surface suddenly lit up, emitting a soft glow, a round-headed cartoon villain—ha Leigh couldn't believe his eyes, Merlin, a cartoon villain - appeared on the surface of the box, and bowed respectfully to Dumbledore.

"Hello, Icarus." Dumbledore said politely as if the cartoon villain was a living person, "Can you please help us open the door of fear?"

Harry wondered a little if his ears had misheard.

But soon, the villain named "Icarus" bowed deeply to Dumbledore, "As you wish, dear Mr. Dumbledore."

The moment Icarus' words fell, a violent gust of wind blew in all directions, and Harry had to cover his hair to keep them from flying wildly under the violent gust of wind.Their robes were bulged by the gust of wind, making a whirring sound.

The majestic and tall buildings appeared in front of them, like a mirage passed down by travelers, under the quiet moonlight, they looked illusory and ethereal, yet fascinated.

Standing in front of it, you can't help but think of the fairyland in countless fairy tales.

The land of mystery.

"Oh, I didn't expect them to turn it into this now." Dumbledore was obviously a little surprised, he looked at the mirage in front of him with novelty, "When I came last time, they were just some ordinary buildings. "

"Welcome to Bakay." A dreamy voice sounded from beside them.

Harry was startled, and turned around sharply holding his wand. A woman with silver hair and red eyes walked towards them, just like the surrounding buildings. Her figure was also illusory and transparent, more like a ghost. non-real people.She said in an erratic tone, "The most dazzling things in the world are the sun hanging high above your head and the omnipresent knowledge. If you are a lost traveler, if you are not afraid of the pain of melting wings and falling into the endless deep sea in obscurity, then this will be your place. The best and final home."

Harry was chilled by her strange tone.He glanced uneasily at Dumbledore, trying to get a hint, but Dumbledore just smiled happily and followed the silver-haired woman towards the unreal building.

They walked up to one of the buildings that looked like a huge bird in flight.

"Two visitors, one adult male wizard and one minor male wizard, are applying for teleportation."

"The application has been approved, please stand still for three seconds and wait for the transmission."

The sound of howling wind blew around them, and Harry's bangs were blown up, making it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

He reached out to poke, but the wind died down quickly.

They really stood in front of a magnificent building.

Three long-eared rabbits, wearing overalls, bounced past them, clapping their hands and singing incomprehensible songs; the faint mist rolled itself up into a ball, gently wrapping itself around the roses, It seems to be guarding; the golden fruit hangs heavily on the branches, and the delicate elf in the blooming flowers sleeps sweetly...

"It's like a fairy tale," Harry murmured.

"Oh, indeed, we used a lot of Muggle fairy tales as a source of inspiration when creating them-thanks to the Wizarding Secrecy Act, which saved us a lot of copyright fees." Someone standing behind him said briskly.

Harry turned sharply.

His eyes widened. "Oh—" He hadn't thought of it at all, and looked completely bewildered. "Sweeter, I mean, Pauline, why are you... oh, I remembered—Romania!"

Harry really wondered why he hadn't remembered it in the first place.

Romania, of course, mentioned Romania, except for Charlie, he should have thought of it immediately. Ron's cousin Pauline Sweet worked here of course, and when they were at the Burrow last summer, Hermione and Ginny even Also talked about it!

Pauline smiled at him, "It's really a pleasure to see visitors like you and Professor Dumbledore here - of course, most of the time, I will choose to refuse the visit application."

Harry realized that Pauline looked ready for their arrival.

"For students who have already graduated, I tend to ask them to call me by my first name, Pauline," said Dumbledore. "I think I am also very pleased that you are willing to see us."

"Your profound knowledge and extraordinary abilities are always worthy of my honor." Pauline complimented subtly, "You should understand that a Ravenclaw like me has never been able to resist my respect for a legendary master." of."

"Look all about you, Pauline," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "I'm afraid no one who can do one of the things you've done needs to be so self-effacing."

Harry saw the corners of Pauline's lips curl slightly.

"About this," she said ambiguously, "I think you have exaggerated my ability too much. In fact, it all depends on the outstanding knowledge and ability of my predecessors and colleagues, and I—as a person who has just been working for three years Ordinary newcomers, I really dare not boast of making any outstanding contributions to this."

"My dear Pauline," said Dumbledore, seemingly amused, "if I had never been here before, I think I might go along with you."

Pauline shrugged indifferently, "However, the fact is that what I have done is really insignificant compared to these results."

She didn't seem interested in discussing this topic anymore, and she gave them a charming smile like a fashion magazine cover girl, "Maybe you are interested in visiting here with me?"

"I don't think we're in such a hurry," said Dumbledore. "Why not?"

Pauline laughed.

She reached out and hugged Harry's shoulder affectionately—Harry's face flushed suddenly, "Come on, Harry, what child who grew up in the Muggle world didn't have a dream of a fairy tale world? Maybe you You can look at our latest research, which I think is pretty good."

She said, bent slightly, stretched out her hand towards a team of overalls bunnies passing by, and said politely, "Hi, dear cheerleader, I'm Pauline Sweet, are you in a hurry to go now?" Who are you cheering for?"

The little rabbit in overalls at the beginning stopped, and the rabbits following it also stopped one after another.

The overalls bunny cheerleader, just like a real person, took off his baseball cap that was turned upside down, bowed deeply to Pauline, and answered her with a serious expression, "Hello, Dr. Sweet, from the swamp. Duoduo is about to moult for the second time. We are going to cheer it up. The situation is urgent and we cannot have a long chat with you. Please understand-if we can't arrive in time, it will have finished moulting. "

Harry almost laughed out loud.

But Pauline didn't laugh.

She also nodded solemnly at Captain Little Rabbit in overalls, as if she had really learned about something important and urgent, and said solemnly, "Then please, please take my blessing along the way."

The rabbits in overalls bowed to her one after another, then put on their baseball caps together, jumped up and down, and walked away singing together.

Pauline straightened up.

"Wow," Harry said dryly, not knowing what else to say, "don't get me wrong, I mean nothing else. It's just...wow."

"I understand, I understand." Pauline smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "People who see them for the first time will indeed feel absurd, but as long as you know them well enough, you will realize that they are interesting. In fact , I took inspiration from Mr. Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland when I suggested my colleagues create them - perhaps you figured it out?"

Apart from the fact that they were both rabbits, Harry couldn't think of any connection between them.

"Oh, that's not important, after all, I don't really remember what the book is about." Pauline waved her hand, "In short, although these rabbits look ridiculous, they are indeed very successful creations - I will briefly describe them I'm afraid I won't be able to describe its functions and achievements to you in detail within the time, but in short, it also plays an important role in the study of magical creatures and transfiguration."

Harry could still understand it here, but Pauline said something about rabbits again, involving a lot of professional vocabulary.

Harry was confused.

But looking at Pauline, she seemed to take it for granted, as if Harry understood exactly what she was saying.

He couldn't help but start to doubt himself—could it really be that he didn't study hard enough to keep up with the knowledge level of normal Hogwarts students?

"I'm afraid with your current attainments, even the most superficial knowledge in your mind is difficult for ordinary wizards to understand." Dumbledore rescued Harry in time, "Pauline, you can't ask every wizard to be you." .”

Pauline paused.

"The curse of knowledge... I think maybe you are right, Professor." She said slowly with a subtle expression, "Although hearing such words from your mouth is a rather strange experience."

"You are always too humble," said Dumbledore, "I am no more learned than you know."

Harry would have even said, if he could believe his eyes, that Pauline's expression had been quite -- contemptuous.

"Come on, Professor," she said defiantly, rather condescendingly, but it was hard to tell whether she was trying to praise or disparage her words, "if you think I'm too confused to distinguish the abilities of other wizards from the Brain, can't tell who is the real palace-level master, then you can correct me on these trivial details."

Harry looked them back and forth bewilderedly.

"Since we can't reach a consensus on this issue, in order to prevent the night in Romania from covering my flushed face, I think it's better for us to talk about other topics, what do you think?" Dumbledore said calmly.

Pauline watched them for a moment with folded arms.

"Then," she readily agreed, to Harry's surprise, "let me know why you're here—to tell you the truth, Professor, I may know why you're here, but Why Harry Potter is here, I think I'm confused."

"I think I'm very relieved that at least we can agree on the former issue." Dumbledore smiled. "I must say, Pauline, most of the time, you behave better than the person we all know." Much more candid."

Pauline's obsidian eyes flashed a half-smile and she seemed to know exactly who Dumbledore was talking about-though Harry was still confused, "It's hard to tell, are you praising me?" I still want to mock me."

"It seems we have the same perception of the candor of the man we both know," said Dumbledore. "Or perhaps you would call him your friend?"

"Boyfriend," Pauline corrected.

It was the first time Harry saw Professor Dumbledore's expression resembling a chill. He looked as if he had seen someone eat a slug. "Oh-oh," Dumbledore said slowly, " In fact, it was far beyond my expectations."

Pauline seemed amused, and she laughed aloud. "You must think me crazy, Professor, and I don't deny that—if you want to think that some people are born crazy."

Harry was rather curious about who Pauline's beau was - he meant, who on earth could have made Dumbledore look like that?

"It's hard for me to deny my shock," said Dumbledore slowly, "because I don't get the impression that Tom Riddle is a good lover...to fall in love with anyone."

Harry couldn't hide his shock, "Wait, Tom Riddle - Voldemort?!"

He looked at Pauline in disbelief, wishing there was something wrong with his ears, "You say your boyfriend is, is..."

"Tom Riddle," Pauline repeated calmly, and stopped before Harry could speak, "but please separate the calculations. To be precise, he and Voldemort - at least with the one who brutally killed you 's parents are not the same Voldemort of countless innocent wizards."

Harry was confused by her.

"Horcruxes," said Dumbledore.

"Horcruxes." Pauline nodded bluntly.

Dumbledore fell into a long silence.

"Pauline, Pauline," he sighed, "if I could... if I could say something..."

He looked at Pauline wearily, "I should have thought of it earlier, if there is anything that would make you know about the existence of Horcruxes early and tell me, but still have reservations, it must be another Horcrux —I should have thought of that earlier."

Pauline laughed silently, her exquisite facial features stretched out like a nymph, and her obsidian-like bright and deep eyes seemed to be shining with joyful brilliance, "But no one would have thought that I would be so lucky to get two Horcruxes, isn't it? Admit it, professor, even if you do it again, you still won't guess in this regard."

Dumbledore admitted this.

"So," he said with a sigh, "maybe I should assume you'd be more inclined to go the opposite way?"

"I don't know. I think it might depend on you," said Pauline slyly. "If we don't know what our choices are, how can we talk about disagreeing so easily?"

"I admit you've confused me, Pauline," said Dumbledore slowly.

Pauline smiled sweetly like a magazine cover girl, "I mean, there may still be some misunderstandings between us."

Dumbledore motioned for her to go ahead.

"First of all, we can agree on one thing. I neither support pure blood supremacy, nor support, and I am not a member of the Death Eaters. I firmly agree with all the claims of the resurrected Dark Lord and himself. Oppose." Pauline smiled, "Regarding this, please rest assured that I will never support a proposition that I personally disagree with, let alone try to lie in front of a wise man like you."

"As for your frankness, I have the same unquestionable attitude as I did in the summer three years ago." Dumbledore said calmly.

Pauline laughed again. "It's ironic, Professor."

She paused, "But I don't defend my actions. I think no matter how much you doubt my attitude, I deserve it. However, I will not apologize for this. I don't think There's nothing wrong with my actions - as you can imagine, a Ravenclaw like me finds it difficult to act morally in the face of knowledge."

"I don't doubt the sincerity of your words at all." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Then, let's talk about the most important issue." Pauline rolled her eyes, but there was no smile in them, "Riddle's Horcrux."

"Forgive me, but before you start telling the story of your love affair with Mr. Riddle, I want to make sure of one thing—" said Dumbledore, "You should know, Pauline, that as long as a Horcrux remains, Then Voldemort never really died, did he?"

"You look so serious that it scares me." Harry really wondered how Pauline was able to smile at this moment - although it was not difficult to see that she was tense and quite nervous, and she didn't even smile so naturally No, but she was really trying to smooth things over, "I'm really worried that you will suddenly pull out your wand—no, maybe without a wand at all, just knock me out and take the Horcrux."

Harry noticed that her hands were hanging stiffly in her pockets, as if they were gripping her wand tightly.

"Perhaps you are being too careful with me, Pauline." Dumbledore said calmly. "That doesn't quite fit your behavior."

"You should always allow me to be Gryffindor-like at times, too." Pauline smiled unnaturally.

"I'm afraid it's not courage." Dumbledore looked at her. "We usually call it madness."

"Maybe." Pauline said noncommittally, "It is undeniable that the acquisition of knowledge is often accompanied by madness. But out of respect for life and civilization, I respect morals and rules, and I don't intend to break them—if you will listen to me Having said that, maybe the differences between us are not as big as you think."

She was looking at Dumbledore almost pleadingly, and it was hard for Harry to tell whether it was her real emotion or a disguise to achieve her goal.

But Dumbledore graciously gave in after all.

"I did get Riddle's Horcrux, but—if you remember, I told you that I don't think a split soul can still be regarded as the same person. There must be some way to make him independent of The main soul exists." Pauline said eagerly.

"You are not going to tell me that you have found this method?"

Pauline pursed her lips, her eyes were as bright as shining stars, she nodded vigorously, unable to hide her excitement and complacency, "Although you obviously didn't expect to get an affirmative answer when you asked this question, I can answer your question." , there is only yes—it must be hard for you to believe, isn't it?"

She continued without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, "This is indeed not something I can do alone, but as you said just now, I have indeed made great progress in the past few years in Romania. My Colleagues have provided me with considerable help."

"But I remember you told me just now that you are only doing some trivial work here?" Dumbledore pretended not to understand her meaning, "Pauline, you have confused me."

Pauline blinked and sighed softly, "Well, Professor, I apologize for my over-modestness, I just don't want to be seen as a big deal. I do think that I Any one of my colleagues has made an important academic contribution, and without any of them, we would not be able to achieve today's results."

"But I believe that you are indeed the soul of the Romanian Institute," Dumbledore said.

"I think, to be fair, it is true." Pauline sighed, "Since I came here, I found that the academic sanctuary I have been thinking of has not had the good research atmosphere I imagined, but has been occupied by laziness, disputes, and money. It took too much time and energy, and I admit, I was rather disappointed. So I did make a huge contribution to sorting out the new climate."

Harry sincerely hoped that the contribution she was talking about wasn't the same as her boyfriend's favorite, giving her colleagues a death curse or Cruciatus.

"It's going too far to make such a guess." Pauline seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, and gave Harry a reproachful look, "I don't use dark magic at all, basically don't—that's a good thing for me." My white magic research is a devastating blow, and I don't want to be unable to use the Patronus Charm one day."

"I think your realization is really comforting," said Dumbledore.

Pauline rolled her eyes and smiled, "Anyway, I have always had the ability to persuade people to change their decisions according to my wishes. Our common desire. If I have to say what I have done, the most it is to turn a plate of loose sand into a dynamic group."

Obviously, she was too modest. If this matter was really as simple as she said, the Ministry of Magic must have become the most trusted existence of all wizards.

"Before you graduated, I thought you would enter the Ministry of Magic—as far as I know, there will be several professors who are willing to recommend you if you want to." Dumbledore said, "But you seem a little None are interested."

"This is probably the rare similarity between me and you." Pauline said with a smile. "We are obviously not interested in fighting for power and bucking each other."

Dumbledore heaved a long sigh, "What a terrible, ruthless time, how it seems like yesterday - just 40 years ago, Pauline, Tom Riddle and I had the exact same conversation."

"Then I'm much more trustworthy than him." Pauline spread her hands, "He wants endless things, but I just want to gain some knowledge that is harmless to most people."

"I'm afraid I can't take it as true just because of your beautiful language," said Dumbledore.

"I can prove it." Pauline unconsciously showed a slight smile, "In fact, in a sense, I destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux."

She did.

At the end of countless magnificent buildings, they saw a tall and straight figure, he turned around——

"Professor Dumbledore, and Mr. Harry Potter—another legendary enemy of mine, it's a pleasure to meet you here." The thin, handsome young man smiled slightly, "I It's Tom Riddle."