Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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If I could go back to 10 minutes ago, I would rush into fourth year Gryffindor class, beat Fred and George up in front of everyone, and get my notebook back instead of staring like a raging troll now Reading that hateful word, I wish I could tear up the notebook.

Calm down, calm down, even though you lost a dozen or so pages of notes you just wrote, you got a magic item that looks interesting, huh?

A dozen pages of notes...

grass (plant)

I can't calm down.

I gritted my teeth and picked up the quill pen, staring at the diary, ignoring the panicked looks of the students around me, pretending that I was not the one who just interrupted their sleep, and wrote in the notebook forcefully:

"I, of, pen, note, where???"

The strength penetrates the back of the paper, and I can't wait to write the paper to pieces.

My handwriting disappeared, but no new words appeared, and if this was a conversation, there must be an eerie silence between us right now.

I sneered, changed the red ink, the quill had absorbed enough ink, and left weird handwriting on the notebook.

"I, of, pen, note, what!!!"

The creepy handwriting is no less than the few horror movies I had in my childhood. When it is put into the lens, it can be directly cut into the feature film without any filter.

The writing disappeared.

blank.

Staring coldly at the blank page, I picked up the inkwell, intending to give it a bath.

The new text finally appeared.

[Sorry, you wrote too fast, I didn't have time to remind you]

That's right, I took notes on it without doing a good job of research. I'm responsible for everything, and Mr. Diary is also wronged. I can't be unreasonable—do you think I will say that? ? ?

As a diary, it is your bounden duty to record the owner's words. I don't care if you are mysterious or not, whether it is a magic item or not!

Don't say you are just a diary, even if you are a paper person, do you think you have human rights? ?

Only children can reflect on themselves, and we adults just vent our anger directly, okay?

Before I tore up the notebook in a rage, I probably felt my rage, and a string of new words immediately emerged.

[There is a problem with your fourth, sixth, and seventh assumptions]

This sentence has some meaning.

I raised my eyebrows, slowed down, and recalled the fourth, sixth, and seventh hypotheses.

Thanks to Merlin, for giving me a good brain, I can still remember most of them.

I wrote unkindly:

"What's your opinion?"

The reason why the hypothesis is called a hypothesis is that the person who proposed it does not know whether it is true or not, and needs to be studied. If someone can directly point out the problem for me, deny this hypothesis, and save me the time of research, that would be a very happy thing. .

The premise is that the diary really has this ability.

【It’s not a high opinion, it’s just a little suggestion】

Surprisingly, Mr. Diary was as polite as a true gentleman.

But once academic issues are raised, under the respectful and polite words, there is a kind of arbitrariness, extreme self-confidence and decisive strength.

[About your fourth hypothesis, there are several extreme cases that are not valid. For example, the Mandrake has an unknown property...]

I slowly got serious.

Very, very beyond my imagination, every point said in the diary can be said to be on point, and it gave me the urge to suddenly realize that I could not wait to write more than ten pages of new notes on the spot——

The pens have already been picked up, and facing the diary, they withered again.

I hate Fred and George!

I just want a notebook that can write notes! !

After hesitating again and again, I could only reluctantly give up recording my inspiration. I squeezed the pen, stared at the diary, and quickly memorized the words that appeared on it, and they would disappear before the last word.

I wrote:

"You are very knowledgeable."

This is the highest evaluation I can give a stranger.

If you just know a lot and think little, I will praise the other party for its extensive knowledge; if you are just smart but not rich in knowledge, I will praise the other party for being smart.

Only erudition means both thought and action, learning, thinking and new creation, and mastery.

I rarely judge others like that.

This made my anger towards the diary gradually dissipate, and I developed a slight liking for it.

However, at the same time, there are suspicions and vigilance.

I've seen a lot of magic items, including Dark Arts, of course - the sort of thing you can easily get your hands on when your parents are Muggles and indulge you financially.

Who can resist the temptation to explore?

As I said, in front of knowledge, I am a greedy vicious dog, I do not reject any knowledge, and absorb it eagerly.

A magical item like a diary that can think for itself and analyze my assumptions, be organized, and creative.

It's suspicious.

This is not the same as a portrait.Portraits can retain people's memory, but the person being painted remains in the past forever. They can remember the past and behave like a normal person, but they will never be able to innovate or conduct rigorous academic analysis.

Even if it is a portrait of Merlin himself, he can only repeat a lot of knowledge about potions to you, and it is impossible to discuss topics with you.

A diary that can think and analyze topics by itself, so knowledgeable, that it looks suspicious at first glance...

It's so much fun!

I was sure that I had always maintained Occlumency because of the Legilimency Quill, and I had carefully taken certain measures to prevent this item from suddenly causing harm to me, so I continued to talk to the diary.

It should have humbled itself for my compliment just now?But I didn't watch it.

Anyway, I am the person holding the diary, not the diary, of course I can ask whatever I want, and I can watch whatever I want.

As for whether the diary will answer the question, are there human rights?

who cares!No!

"I'm P, who are you?"

I write quickly.

Of course I won't tell my name to the diary, am I not stupid?

Names are also important symbols in magic that represent people themselves. Those wizards who are proficient in curses can even kill people with a name, and tell a name to a magic item of unknown origin?

I haven't learned enough yet, I don't want to court death.

[Tom Marvolo Riddle, my name]

The diary is surprisingly candid.

That's right, who knows if he said his real name or a fake name, making up one is also a name.

[I guess, you are also a student of Hogwarts, right? 】

I twirled the quill and glanced oddly at the diary.

British local magic item, the maker is suspected to be a Hogwarts alumnus.

Judging from the tone, it obviously doesn't think of itself as a magic item, but as a person, and it's trying to establish a relationship with me.

I'll take what he said to be true.

"also?"

[I am also a student of Hogwarts. I enrolled in 1938. I was the chairman of the male student union in that session. I also won a special contribution award. You can check it out]

Probably feeling my distrust, the diary quickly displayed the text.

1938... It's already 1992, this diary is from half a century ago?

I'm lacking interest.

Never mind the alumni, the head of the Boys' Council, even if Riddle is the lover of the whole school, it doesn't make any difference in my eyes.

——Mainly, before entering the seventh grade, Professor Flitwick and I expressed that I would concentrate on my studies and not intend to take over as the president of the female student council, so I did not receive the badge this year after being the head of the class for two consecutive years.

it is true.

If I want to be, then the current female student council president must be me.

So in my eyes, Tom Riddle is nothing.

I thought about it for a long time, what kind of wording can reflect my disapproval of Riddle's words, and won't appear too arrogant, but also won't be too wordy or humble?

After a while, I finally picked up my pen and wrote down two big characters seriously:

"That's it?"