Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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00:30 a.m.

To the west of the Icarus Research Institute, surrounded by deep forests and streams, a single-family villa with a very artistic sense stands alone among the jagged boulders.Its outer wall is as white as snow in early winter, without any variegation, revealing a cold texture, which makes people unable to help guessing the character of its owner, maybe like it, cold, restrained, precise to cold .

"Snapped."

With a clear explosion, Pauline Sweet, the real owner of the villa and the current director of the Icarus Research Institute, appeared in the garden.

The moon tonight doesn't seem very pleasant, hidden under the thick dark clouds, the deep night covers her slender and tall figure, but it doesn't hide the look on her face - she seems to be thinking about something, already has I have made a plan, but there are still some details that need to be scrutinized.

Tiredness is hidden in the corners of her eyes and brows, but it does not overshadow her, and it cannot even slightly take away the brilliance that naturally blooms from her thinking. She is the kind of person who is quick, resourceful and resourceful.

She stepped on the cobblestone-paved corridor, her slender high-heeled shoes "da da" breaking the silence.

"Ms. Sweet, you are back." The tall and thin man standing in the porch approached courteously, but stopped five or six steps before her consciously, and greeted her in a humble and flattering tone, "It must be very busy today? It's really hard for you."

"Good evening, Statham." Pauline called his name affectionately, her tone was neither arrogant nor overly eager, and she greeted him as if she were a good friend, "Are you working overtime tonight?" ? It seems that it is very hard to survive until this time."

"This afternoon, an opposition party accidentally broke into our meeting point. We were discussing the big bang at that time, and he overheard a little bit." Statham said with a bit of complaint, "This guy runs fast, we It took more than 20 minutes of tracking before finally catching him, during which time he revealed how many people—even though this idiot didn’t understand at all and didn’t cause us too much trouble, the owner was still furious.”

Statham couldn't help shivering as he spoke.

"At least you're still standing here chatting with me instead of sitting in and listening to him lose his temper. I think that's lucky enough, dear Statham." Pauline whispered softly, "Sometimes the status is not so central, but It's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Oh, maybe you're right," Statham said uncomfortably, seemingly persuaded by her, but ashamed to admit that his position was marginal, "I think there should be someone in any position, each of us It's all part of it—I mean, it's an honor to be my master's watchman."

Pauline slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and said casually in a tone teasing a pug, "Amazing loyalty and awareness, Statham."

Statham smiled sheepishly, with an uneasy flattery on his face, as if he was afraid that he would offend her, and cautiously said, "It is my bounden duty to serve you and the master and try to satisfy you and the master."

"I'm afraid I'm not worthy of your service." Pauline didn't appreciate it at all, "You stand here calling me Ms. You don't need your master's order, you are already tired of my existence."

Statham seemed stunned by her unreasonable accusation. This dark wizard who is not yet 30 years old may have never seen such an overly intimate and tricky attitude in his life. He was anxious and panicked, "No, ma'am , I have never thought of it like this—of course not, you are as respectable as the master in my heart, please believe that I will never think so..."

"Respectable and genuine respect are two different things." Pauline said critically, "Of course, I can't force too much, after all, I can't give you anything except a safe place to live and a research site. "

"No no no!" Statham looked terrified and explained in a panic, "It's not what you think, each of us respects you very, very much, and we... Dawn of Magic is also part of the society, isn't it? We are also implementing and implementing your proposition, we maintain the same goal, you know, how could we not respect you?"

He looked like he was about to get down on the ground and wag his tail at her in panic.

Pauline just looked at him with indifferent eyes, "What beautiful words." She whispered, "The most hard-hearted people will be moved by you, Statham."

Statham watched her tremblingly out of the corner of his eye.

"Then, if you really respect me as much as you say, why didn't anyone tell me about such a big event before it happened?" said Pauline coldly. "Nobody—nobody came to tell me. , if that's what you mean by respect."

Statham flinched in surprise and horror, "I didn't know, ma'am, I didn't know you didn't know about it—I thought you should know, you were on Magic Tonight... I thought Someone will tell you."

"I thought someone would come to tell me." Pauline chewed on this sentence, and sneered lightly, "I don't deny that I am not completely ignorant of your actions in Bucharest tonight, but I am afraid that this does not constitute your concern for us. Reason for absence here."

"Forgive me...Ma'am, I never meant to..."

"Of course, you didn't mean it. You didn't do it on purpose, I know." Pauline sneered, "You just ignored me, thinking that I am insignificant, and there is no need to care about it."

Statham was almost shaking on the ground, he was too scared to speak.

"I admit, I'm quite disappointed tonight, dear Statham." Pauline said quietly, "I thought I had provided you with a safe place to live, and I let you be as free as any ordinary wizard. Living under the sun, even if you don’t respect me like your master, you should at least give me the minimum respect and gratitude—the minimum gratitude of a person with a conscience.”

"But I'm disappointed." She was silent for a long time, not looking at the shivering Statham, "I'm really disappointed."

"Ma'am, ma'am..." Statham said in a trembling voice.

"Why look at me so tremblingly, pretending to be timid or caring about my words?" Pauline ignored. Treat me differently."

Statham looked eager to contradict her.

"But I'm disappointed, Statham, not only because of them, but also because of you." Pauline looked at him with disappointed eyes and said softly, "I thought that even at this moment, no one would remember me, at least You still have the rare virtue of knowing how to repay your kindness and keeping a conscience."

There was a trace of regret on Statham's face.

"I have never treated you unkindly, I regard you as my friend and companion, and I will not forget you when good things happen-I thought you would think of me at least in such times." Pauline sternly Said, "But you didn't, Statham, you betrayed my trust and friendship."

"Please forgive me, ma'am, please forgive me..." Statham trembled, and deep regret covered his face, causing him to twist and cry, "Forgive my heart, I will never do it again, please You give me one more chance..."

"I'll give you another chance..." Pauline repeated subtly, she looked extremely disappointed, showing an extreme indifference.She shook her head gently, "There will be no next chance, Statham, friendship is a one-time thing, no matter how much you try to restore it, it will never be the same again."

But Statham didn't look like he'd given up. He seemed desperate to win back her friendliness. At this moment, anyone who saw him would be convinced that he would do anything to get Pauline's forgiveness.

"So be it." Pauline pronounced the sentence coldly, turning mercilessly.

The solid wooden door "clicked", separating Statham's panic and eagerness into another space.

The cold and disappointed expression was like water, flowing away from Pauline's face in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

She showed a delicate and funny look, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the hall.

"Welcome back, Ms. Sweet, you're still so radiant that there's no one who can't be charmed by you," shrieked the mirror.

"Thank you for your compliment, I can change it next time." Pauline stood in front of the mirror carelessly, straightened her hair that was not messy before it, and took off the Icarus Institute that she had been wearing all the time. Uniform——It was a windbreaker similar to a white coat, but very delicate and beautiful, even if it was used as the front of a clothing store.

Only if the uniform is made beautifully enough, the person who wears it will feel honored for the identity it represents.

"Your beauty will amaze anyone, lady," the Mirror complimented her.

Pauline laughed, and casually hung the windbreaker on the hanger, her high-heeled shoes stepped on the marble floor, making a "da da" sound.

She pulled open the door of the living room.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly looked at her.

"Sorry to bother you." Pauline said lightly, "However, you don't mind if I go back to my own home?"

Without waiting for any response, she went straight to the end of the long table opposite the door and sat down.

Seeing her coming, the eyes of the dozen or so people present were filled with anticipation. They looked at her with pleading eyes, and every subtle expression was telling the person on the other side of the long table and the upcoming arrival. fear of punishment.

Pauline turned a blind eye.

Riddle sat at the end of the long table, facing her, following her with subtle and examining eyes from the moment she entered the door.

When Pauline first came in, his eyes had turned completely scarlet, and they looked terrible, but by the time she sat down, the scarlet had faded to a point at the end of the eye.

He stared at her until she proved with actions that she had no intention of interfering with his punishment of his subordinates—

She turned on the TV beside her.

"Welcome to Tonight's Magic Evening Interview."

The TV was replaying the 08:30 interview, the one Pauline had just recorded.

"Everyone, this is "Tonight's Magic Evening Interview"..." The always gentle and laughing host looked uncharacteristically serious, greeted the audience with the most common opening, then paused, and said sadly, "First of all, please allow I would like to report a shocking news to you. At 48:23 tonight, a frenzied indiscriminate attack was planned by extreme opponents of the Magical Civilization Leap movement in Bucharest. 60 wizards and more than [-] Muggles died."

"I noticed that not everyone sitting here can face me without shame." Riddle's unwavering voice sounded in the news, his voice was very soft, but clearly overshadowed the news reports, Within earshot of anyone in the room, "It makes me wonder what it is that divides my loyal friends so sharply."

Some people visibly shuddered at his knowingly asking.

"Tonight, we solemnly invite Ms. Pauline Sweet, the founder and current president of the Magical Civilization Transition Research Society and head of the Icarus Research Institute, to tell the audience of "Tonight's Magical Evening Interview" Make an opinion..."

"Maybe you can answer my confusion, Armando?" Riddle said politely, his voice was low and cold.

"Master, master... Please forgive me—" the wizard whose name was called trembled in fear, "It was an accident, a pure accident, somehow that damned guy broke into our assembly point by mistake , just in time for our meeting. We went to catch him right away without wasting a second, but he was running too fast..."

"But he ran too fast." Riddle imitated his words, turned his head slightly to one side, looked at him, and said in a cold and joking tone, "It seems that you must really want to replace your legs with a new pair Broom, isn't it, Armando? This way you can catch up to him quickly, and Apparation isn't enough for you, is it?"

A few people snickered.

"Good evening, Ms. Sweet, it is comforting and uplifting to have you on a night of such astonishing change."

"Good evening, ma'am. In fact, many people, including my most loyal friends, think that I should decline this invitation at this time, so as not to be hurt by the more crazy actions of extreme opponents. But I refuse Now, since they are targeting me and all my companions who are willing to trust and support me, of course I cannot be cowardly at such an important juncture for the sake of personal safety."

"Thank you very much, Ms. Sweet, I believe there is no greater reassurance for someone who is as distraught as I am by this horrific news..."

"Master, I tried my best to chase after him, but that damn guy learned anti-tracking magic very well... He tried his best to Apparate, and I was always close to..." Amando trembled, almost shrinking under the table Go, as if that would hide me from the worst punishment.

"Always close." Riddle repeated in a cold tone, sneering, "Yes, losers always explain their failures in this way, because otherwise, they can only face their incompetence and stupidity. "

Armando let out a whimper like a drowning dog out of fear.

"Tell me, Armando, did I give you the illusion of magnanimity in the previous relationship, making you think that stupidity and recklessness can grow wildly in front of me?" Riddle said softly.His eyes had turned into hollow scarlet at some point, shining with a terrifying and cold light.

"Master——" Armando fell from the chair and slammed on the ground. He shivered and crawled towards Riddle's feet, his whole body trembling, "Please forgive me, master, I am your last Loyal servant..."

"Cruciatus." Riddle coldly raised his wand.

Armando's painful screams echoed in the spacious and exquisite living room, even the sound of the talk show was suppressed, and there was only dull fear in the living room.

Riddle raised his wand.

Armando collapsed on the cold marble floor, panting heavily.He struggled to get up, "Thank you, kind master, thank you—"

"Cruciatus," Riddle said grimly, raising his wand again.

Armando screamed, screaming like a dying crow with a disgusting voice.

The screams lasted for a long time, enough to make any wizard sitting at the long table bury his head deeply in his chest.

Riddle finally dropped his wand again.

Armando twitched, lying on the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

Silence as death.

Only the TV was still ringing on its own, playing the host's soft voice uninterruptedly.

"...I think everyone, including me, should be extremely confused about what kind of attitude we should adopt for such a terrible thing. After this incident, how should we view the Magic Civilization Leap Movement, and how should we view the opponents? What about us? We urgently need a proper answer..."

"Past experience tells me that an overly harsh attitude may not lead to the results I want, so I have learned a lesson and treated you with gentler means." Riddle said calmly, "I thought my tolerance would In exchange for more loyalty and rewards from you.”

The wizards at the long table made a small commotion, but Riddle ignored it.

"But I'm disappointed again, because the facts tell me that a magnanimous attitude does not make a fool smart, nor can it make a pretentious fool maintain even the minimum caution." Riddle said softly, "Almost caught him I don’t know how to let him in, I tried my best...Amando, this is the answer you gave me-listen, this is your attitude towards the task I personally assigned. If you think someone can fool me..."

Armando twitched violently.

"Cruciate."

All the people sitting on both sides of the long table trembled violently. Amidst the feeble and near-dying screams, a dozen pairs of eyes turned with fear and pleading, secretly looking at the long table approaching from under the eyelids. On the other side of the door, there seemed to be hope that Pauline would step up and interrupt this horrific nightmare.

But Pauline only left them with a blank, impassive profile.

She stared at the TV screen motionless, as if something was playing on it that interested her very much.

"I think that's exactly why I'm here, ma'am. I'm here for my partners, like-minded friends, and all those who have respect for peace and life..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green light overshadowed the incandescent lamps, coldly reflecting each pale face.

Deathly silence.

"I sincerely hope that there will be no other similar sessions to torment my ears." Pauline said flatly. "I care more about the future than about the past. Don't tell me that holding responsibility in your heart is more important than securing the future." It's more important that it doesn't happen."

Riddle's movements paused, and he looked at Pauline with terrifying eyes, his hollow and scarlet eyes gleaming with a cruel light.

Pauline looked at him without hesitation.

The atmosphere was extremely cold.

The wizards sitting on both sides of the long table lowered their heads tremblingly, trying to hide themselves in corners where no one could see them.

In the cold silence, deep words sounded one by one, "Get out."

The wizards at the long table exchanged panicked glances from the corners of their eyes.

"You guys," Riddle's eyes slowly swept across the long table, and he paused every word, "Go out."

The wizards at the long table stood up abruptly from their chairs, the hems of their wide wizard robes rubbed against each other, and swarmed to escape from the space.

There was only a cold emptiness left in the living room.

Pauline had already looked away when Riddle let the wizards out.

She stared intently at the ongoing talk show——

"Just tonight, the most ordinary night in Bucharest, when all the people who have worked so hard for their lives have finished their day's hard work and can finally find time to enjoy a quiet time with their families, there is a group of people with terrible fear. Alchemy weapons, with extreme malice to destroy everything that goes against their will, aim the butcher knife at their compatriots frantically, trying to destroy the hard-won peaceful time of countless hard-working people."

On the screen, a woman with dark eyes stood in the center of countless audiences, bright lights shone on her body, and the crowds were crowded, but no one could take away everyone's gaze from her.

The moonlight poured down like mercury, pouring coldly and bleakly on everyone's body, reflecting fearful, angry, and confused faces.

"Hundreds of compatriots who worked hard, had a bright future, and infinite possibilities suddenly lost their lives. They will never see the moonlight that you and I once shared." She said softly in a calm and deep voice, " They could be the government clerk you saw in the newspaper, the researcher you saw in the textbooks when you were a student, the clerk in that store you frequented ... a relative or a friend of you, me, anyone."

The crowd on the screen fell into a deep depression.

"Among the victims was a friend I had known for many years, Roger. From the time I first entered the Romanian Institute - now called the Icarus Institute - he has been my beloved teacher and friend ever since. "She said softly in a quiet tone, a restrained and deep sadness spread from her calm tone, infecting everyone, "He is 42 years old this year, has a smart and kind wife, and two lovely and lively daughters , a happy family, a successful career... the most ordinary and happy life you can imagine."

"Only a week ago, Roger and I met and talked about the recent research project, how it can provide useful technical support to the public, and how his daughter wants to follow him into academic research without heeding advice. A road that is prone to baldness." She smiled, not smiling, "but from tonight, he will never have the opportunity to work tirelessly to keep his daughter's hair."

"No more." She repeated softly.

There was a deep silence among the bustling crowd.

"I admit that I am so sad and angry at this moment, but the heavy trust you have given me makes me calm." She raised her voice slightly, low and powerful, "I must calm down, because standing behind me is more Roger."

"Please believe me, you have given me heavy trust, and I will return my most sincere prudence." She said, raising her voice again, firm and powerful, and the invisible appeal envelops everyone, making people dizzy. The venue was also silent, and everyone stared at her with wide eyes, "At this moment, facing such a frenzied threat, I think it's time for some secrets to be revealed to the public, and everyone who has expectations for the future is entitled to know it."

"This is not the first incident encountered by the Magical Civilization Transition Research Institute." She said softly, "Five years ago, it was Roger and I who returned to Icarus after participating in a meeting at the British Ministry of Magic." On the way, we encountered the first attack."

Countless people—besides the people at the scene, there may be countless people standing in front of the TV, staring at her intently with their eyes wide open.

"You all know I've been strong enough to protect myself through the long academic years," she said, "but I have to admit, I was too young and unprepared for what we were about to embark on. What a rough road, and never expected all kinds of trouble and crazy malice that we will encounter. In that attack, I was not injured, but Roger almost lost his right hand forever."

"At that time, I was only 25 years old, young, impulsive, full-blooded, and had a too naive understanding of the world. You can imagine how it would be when I saw my friends being attacked because of the beliefs we held. Furious, at that time I wanted to make this public and let everyone know the atrocities of the extreme opponents."

Her eyelids drooped slightly, her lashes casting a small shadow under her eyes, she said, "but Roger stopped me, telling me that besides driving the madness of extreme dissenters and causing panic among those who trusted us, it would not It’s meaningless. He advised me to adapt as soon as possible, because this is the wind and snow that will accompany everyone’s salary all their lives.”

A trace of light but deep sadness finally appeared on her quiet face, "In order to resolve conflicts and prevent compatriots who don't need to meet each other with swords and swords from becoming enemies of life and death, we choose to hide, forget hatred, and always treat opponents with the kindness we first saw." Our people, this happened not only to me and Roger, but to many, many more."

There was a small commotion in the crowd.

"But we didn't expect that our repeated tolerance, tolerance and kindness would not get reconciliation and smiles, but intensified revenge and maddened attacks!" The burning anger burned in her eyes, "Therefore, we decided to put these The facts should be made public, so that these atrocities will be condemned and judged without reservation. The warriors who carry forward the burden should be respected by the people."

The tumultuous crowd conveyed their support and belief in every word of her with eager eyes.

"But I still want to point out to you that crazy atrocities do not mean they are strong, but prove our strength." She said in an unshakable tone, "Because we are already strong enough, our achievements cannot be shaken, No one can shake our will and determination to move forward, they have nothing to do, and they will try to destroy our bodies and disintegrate our will with crazy and stupid cruelty."

In the camera, everyone's eyes are wide and fixed, eagerly and firmly grabbing her every word.

"But we all know that we are on the right path. No one, no brutal madness can stop us from moving forward. Those who deeply hurt us will only strengthen our determination to move forward bravely."

The crowd shared the same exhilarating power in tacit silence.

"Based on tonight's events, as the initiator of the Magical Civilization Leap Movement and the current president of the Magical Civilization Leap Research Society, I have a duty to do my best to prevent the peace and safety of more innocent people from being broken. Therefore, I will I hereby announce that the principle of 'academics stop at academics' that I have been upholding since 1998 is officially suspended. We will respond with the same violence to those who only vent their anger and dissatisfaction with violence."

There was a slight disturbed commotion in the crowd, but more people just absorbed her every word intently.

"My fellow citizens, violence is not evil, nor is it cruel. The only difference is whether the group using it has enough self-control and determination to maintain peace and never abuse it. Please don't reject it unfiltered." She said, "The Muggle army, the wizard's Auror, are the best interpretations of them. Sometimes power brings not pain, crying and remorse, but peace, laughter and happiness."

The slight commotion subsided as if it had never been before, and everyone stared at her silently in a calm but exhilarating excitement.

"Regarding the concern and help for the casualties of this incident, the Institute and the Ministry of Magic are already in full swing. A peaceful future and a brand new tomorrow are not far away for us." She said softly, "Tonight, I ask you to cooperate with us." Together, I bless the innocent casualties in this incident, bless those who stick to the right path to the end, bless Roger, for me, for you and all your compatriots."

Amidst a quiet and wild gaze, she quietly opened her arms and embraced the world, "We will eventually move towards a bright and peaceful tomorrow, because we all know—we are right."

During the long cheers that seemed to last forever, full of excitement and excitement, and almost piercing the eardrums, the screen slowly went black, and the handsome but silly face of the spokesperson for the shampoo advertisement appeared there, smiling and smiling at people. Recommend his favorite products.

There was a long, long silence.

"Perfect speech." Riddle broke the silence, he chuckled and looked at Pauline.

Pauline acted as if she hadn't heard, she was still looking at the TV screen, leaving him with a cold and delicate profile.

Riddle sighed, "It seems that you are not in a good mood."

Pauline still ignored him, still looking indifferently at the silly commercial actor on TV, as if he was a hundred times more likable than Riddle.

Riddle stared at her for a moment, a long time, and sighed again.

He got up, walked in front of her, slightly attached himself, and stretched out his hand towards her, "Miss Sweet, the heartthrob, maybe you would be willing to give me the honor to sit with me for a while?"

Pauline rolled her eyes, and at last turned her head to look at him indifferently.

Riddle looked at her with a smile, but there was cold inquiry and examination in his eyes.

They stared at each other in silence for a while, and Pauline finally stretched out her hand and placed it condescendingly on Riddle's palm. She stood up expressionlessly, and sat on the sofa with him, her back facing the TV.

long silence.

"Hope you're not really mad at me for Roger's death," Riddle said.

Pauline did not look at him, she did not move an inch.

Riddle looked at her.

"Pauline," he called her softly, "look at me."

Pauline looked at the decorations on the coffee table, "If you have already decided to respond to my doubts with perfunctory and sweet words, then I think there is no need to proceed with the conversation or anything else."

She finally turned her head and looked at him coldly, "Since you seem to want to say something to me, whether it's empty sweet talk or false lies, at least I can still hear a little bit of your condescension sentence explanation."

"Let's talk." She said, leaning back on the pillow, raised her chin slightly, and looked at him indifferently.

Riddle's expression looked rather unhappy...and subtle.

"Go on—" he repeated softly, "Pauline, what do you want to hear from me?"

Pauline looked at him coolly.

"Are you going to tell me that you are really as ignorant of our plans as you appear to be? Or are you simply unprepared for something like this? You haven't been waiting for this since a long time ago Happened?" Riddle whispered softly, "Looking at me with such cold eyes almost confused me."

"Don't think that I don't know how you buy people's hearts among my useless servants. Your excess energy is not only aimed at outsiders, but also at me sometimes. I know it all." Riddle said, "I know it all , Pauline, I'm just willing to indulge."

"Willing to indulge," repeated Pauline softly, her face expressionless.

"Of course, of course, I know you don't like this kind of high-handed wording, I know." Riddle drew his tone, "I apologize for my gaffe, maybe 'default' is more suitable for us?"

"I don't deny that I have been prepared for such an event, and I will not deny that I have been waiting for it." Pauline said, "Great changes will inevitably lead to restructuring of interests, and violent and crazy counterattacks are inevitable. If there were no Bucharest night, there would be a London night, a Copenhagen night, and I didn't have to plan it at all because it was bound to happen."

"Wait for it to happen," Riddle said softly, without obvious sarcasm. "Pauline, in all the time we've known each other, it's the first time I know you're someone who just sits and waits for opportunities to come your way."

"Usually I create opportunities to achieve my goals, but I choose to wait for this kind of thing." Pauline said without expression, "I won't let blood stain my hands."

"You won't." Riddle nodded, "so leave this kind of thing to me—isn't that what you've been doing all along? Pauline, with me around, no one will hate you, you can always clear To be your Saint Pauline innocently, isn't that what you intend to do? I don't care what you think, and I won't reveal it, but that doesn't mean I don't know, Pauline."

"Very well, although we disagree on one thing, we can at least agree on another. I have to say, this is really exciting news." Pauline said blankly.

"I've been doing my best to agree with you." Riddle said softly, reaching out his hand tentatively. Pauline didn't refuse. He took her hand gently, as he had done countless times before. And put it tenderly on the lips, leaving a close kiss, "I have been compromising."

"It sounds like you're very upset about it," said Pauline.

"No, of course not," he said tactfully, "I just don't understand why this is any different for you, you're not some useless sympathy."

"That's the difference between us," said Pauline. "You want to be the master of others, so you chase after knowledge, and I gain power, for the sake of knowledge. I will never admire the act of insane violence to achieve your own ends." , no matter who the other party is or what their purpose is, because civilization is based on order and the progress of knowledge is based on stability, I don’t reject lunatics, but anyone who wants to destroy order cannot get support from me.”

Riddle's dark eyes stared at her.

"So, this is my last warning?" He said very lightly, "I don't know if I should thank you for your excessive...tolerance?"

"You know I'm never tolerant." Pauline looked at him quietly. "All I have is knowledge and madness."

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