Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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The first time Riddle really noticed Pauline Sweet was in the third grade, in the Restricted Section.

From the first grade, he found that Mrs. Knightley, the seemingly stern librarian, was actually very easy to deal with. Just a little nonchalant patience, hypocritical politeness, and pleasant sweet words were enough to make her serious face bleed. Show a smile, and if you match it with the right compliment and find the right time, she can even open the door to you without a professor's approval.

Through this method, he has freely entered and exited the restricted book area countless times, looking for the knowledge he really wanted to know.

This kind of thing is not so legal, they know it well, Riddle will always choose to see Mrs Knightley close to dinner, and the latter will always tacitly take him to the blind spot of vision and let him enter Forbidden book area.

At this time, Hogwarts students are either in class or flocking to the auditorium for dinner. Few people stay in the library, and most of them just want to hide from the harsh and violent Mrs. Knightley. point.

Fantastic opportunity.

Riddle pulled out a thin but large book from the bookshelf. The dense fog diffused from the pages and collided with the air, making a "squeaky" sound, which was particularly loud in the quiet forbidden book area, covering all surrounding areas. sound.

He clenched his wand expressionlessly, and tapped lightly on the thin back of the book. The sound of "呲呲" paused for a moment, and soon he called out with a redoubled loudness.

If you let it continue, the whole library can hear the movement here.

Riddle frowned, looking irritably at the book in his hand, pointing his wand at it, and murmured a spell.

He tried several spells that were known to be effective, but the effect was not great, until he tried the seventh time, the book in his hand suddenly swelled up, and stopped smoking, and became quiet.

In this moment of silence, he happened to hear a light and pleasant voice.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Knightley, I hope I have not disturbed your repose." Like a light evening wind.

It was the first time he heard such an amiable laugh from the always stern Mrs. Knightley, just like a mother to her favorite daughter, "Why? Pauline, you know you are always welcome here—with a superior It's really not a good job to get along with an old lady, and I'm very lonely."

Riddle raised his eyebrows slightly. Now that he knew who it was that Mrs. Knightley was talking to, it was no wonder that the voice sounded familiar to him.

Pauline Sweet, Ravenclaw in the same grade as him, a genius who has excelled in every class since the first grade and often competes with him for the first place in the grade.

A genius, at least in public opinion.

That probably explains Sweet's presence here—if he can get his little privilege through a little trickery, surely someone else can too.

This realization made Riddle feel slightly displeased.

"My aunt used to say that too, ma'am, but I don't think I get what you mean, I mean, I never think so," said Sweet, in a natural, even thinly critical tone, "Age is a For women, it is never a shackle that detracts from our charm. On the contrary, it is experience that makes us more outstanding and unique. Madame, please don't say such things to me in the future. I can't see you as a woman with extraordinary knowledge So self-deprecating."

It’s shocking—Ms. Knightley, who always had a rigid face in the eyes of Hogwarts students, turned out to be like a shy little girl facing Pauline Sweet, "Oh, oh, Pauline, you It's really flattering me, old lady, how can I be like you said... Oh, well, well, good boy, I promise you, I won't say such things in the future, okay?"

It was perfectly identifiable that Mrs. Knightley was coaxed into darling her.

"I'm so glad you can say that." Sweet said sweetly to Mrs. Knightley in her sweet, lithe voice as if asking for no money. My respect——Dangdang, come and see what gift I brought you!"

Riddle frowned fiercely.

Gift?

Since Sweet has the ability to coax Knightley into ecstasy with a few words, why waste more energy and money to please her?

For Knightley's repulsive over-familiarity?

Incomprehensible.

"Oh, Pauline, you're getting me old lady... oh no, I don't say that word, you're spoiling me so much, always bringing me presents..." Knightley Madam giggled in a tone that made Riddle's teeth ache, "Okay, let's get to the point, tell me, you naughty girl, which book do you want to borrow this time? I guess you I'm afraid you didn't bring the professor's signature?"

Thank goodness they're finally getting to the point—Riddle won't say he's interested in which book Pauline Sweet wants to borrow from the Forbidden Section, but there's nothing wrong with admitting it, at least Sweet still It's worthy of his attention.The most important thing is that he doesn't want to meet her in this kind of place. Knowing the general direction that Sweet wants to go, he can avoid it. It's best if he knows her secret and she doesn't know his.

But Sweet surprised him again.

"—Borrowing books? No, ma'am, if you think of me that way, then I will be really sad. Is it true that in your heart, I can only talk to you and give you something when I need something? A gift?"

What about otherwise?Maintaining a good relationship with a librarian, besides entering the forbidden book area without getting a approval slip, is there any other benefit?

"I'm not the kind of utilitarian ruthless person who only leans in like a shark smelling blood when it's profitable." Sweet said, "What I want is a friendship, ma'am, between friends It should be about caring for each other, not exchanging benefits."

——Riddle vaguely felt that he had been connoted.

"Oh, Pauline, what do you tell me?" It was obvious that Mrs. Knightley couldn't take it anymore. "Well, you are like my niece..."

Riddle frowned in disgust, the feeling of "why can't she see through the true face of this hypocritical and insidious guy" is really rare—it almost never happened to him, why did he never find out that this and his Ravenclaw at the same level actually has this face?

Oh, he remembered.

Riddle sneered silently—yes, although they hadn't met much in the past two years, the name Pauline Sweet was no stranger to him in his life, and he could always hear it from different Slytherins. Hear her story.However, Riddle has always regarded this as the good popularity brought by Sweet's overly dazzling appearance, and did not connect it with her personality.

With that all said and done, if Pauline Sweet is a beautiful witch with great talent and a knack for getting along with everyone, then it should come as no surprise that she has an amazing popularity at Hogwarts — just like him.

Similar... Riddle chewed the word inexplicably, which was a novel and disgusting experience, which both made him feel offensive that he was not unique and made people want to explore.

But they're clearly different, Riddle thought with disgust—bring a gift to a librarian in exchange for friendship?Only a fool would do such a waste of energy.

But at this moment, Sweet's soft and pleasant voice appeared again.

"However, ma'am," she said softly, "you reminded me that I really have some questions I can't answer recently. I don't want to ask the professor directly, after all, they are too busy to answer me systematically. You know , I’m the kind of person who has to figure out everything once I’m interested, so I’m more inclined to find books to read by myself, but the problem is, I’m not quite sure where I can find this knowledge.”

Mrs. Knightley eagerly called Sweet to hear.

"This is a question about Transfiguration..." Sweet whispered.

Across several bookshelves, Riddle listened to every word of her in detail. He was almost sure that all the "friendship" and "concern" were just excuses for Sweet. She came here for this problem, and her ultimate goal As Mrs. Knightley said, it was for the books in the forbidden area-she knew exactly what field the knowledge she wanted to know belonged to, and she just made it all look logical.

False Ravenclaw, he sneered imperceptibly.

"I'm afraid this is a very deep and evil transfiguration magic, dear Pauline." An unmistakably deep male voice sounded, and Riddle almost raised his head reflexively, with deep disgust creeping up the corners of his eyes and brows, Abu Si-Dumbledore, that nasty Transfiguration professor—there is no professor in Hogwarts who doesn't like Riddle, except Dumbledore, who always looks at Riddle with thoughtful eyes, as if he can understand everything.

Riddle loathed this man deeply.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Sweet's voice seemed a little surprised, but he didn't panic, but rather pleased. "Do you know this magic? I've been looking for it for a long time but nothing."

"It's a form of Dark Magic transfiguration, Pauline," said Dumbledore. "I'm afraid I can't advise you—it's too dangerous for a third year, maybe when you're an adult. I would recommend you to study it."

"Does it have to be so strict, Professor?" Sweet said pitifully, and acted like a baby to Dumbledore. "If you just understand the theoretical knowledge and don't practice it, there is no risk at all, right? Professor, you know me, I don't That kind of reckless and impulsive person, I'm just curious about knowledge—with the guidance of a knowledgeable and powerful wizard like you, I believe we will be able to grasp it to an appropriate level."

She must have been very good at it, because of all the people Riddle had ever met, there was never one who could make polite compliments and intrusive requests so sweet and pleasing to the person being complimented, And she herself didn't lower her figure much.

Riddle changed himself to Dumbledore's position, even though he was well aware of Sweet's tricks, he still couldn't help but be pleased.

"Pauline, maybe you can try another transfiguration." Dumbledore seemed to be a little embarrassed, "Oh, oh-oh--dear Pauline, stop shaking my sleeves, this magic is really too dangerous .But maybe we can learn a bit of magic like it first, Pauline, white magic, not so dangerous, I promise they are really very similar."

There is no bottom line, and you will be cured by poor tricks.

Riddle thought contemptuously.

"Professor, you are so generous." Sweet's sweet words came out without any money, "No matter what kind of student you are, you can teach students in accordance with their aptitude, forgive her small faux pas graciously, and answer her questions so thoughtfully. Confused, pity her tossing and turning on this issue for half a month."

Mushy, too mushy.

Hypocrisy, extreme hypocrisy.

Riddle thought unbearably.

"It's a good thing, Pauline, that the lights in the library are orange, otherwise I would have nowhere to hide my flushed face," said Dumbledore. Come find me this afternoon."

"Thank you for your generosity, Professor," Sweet said briskly.

"There is nothing more gratifying to a professor than a studious student, Pauline. Mrs. Knightley must agree with me very much." Dumbledore said, "Speaking of which, I seem to have heard something in the restricted area just now. Movement, is something wrong?"

Riddle's heart sank.

"There's a student looking for books in there, Albus," said Mrs. Knightley sure enough—Riddle knew she wouldn't lie to the professor about such a thing, and she had the right to give it as she thought fit. No one can fault a little convenience for a studious student.

"Oh? Which unlucky little guy accidentally came across the screaming book of mist this time? I've seen several unlucky ones who were devastated by it." Dumbledore asked happily.

Riddle knew he had to get out this time.

"Professor, ma'am, I'm sorry, I accidentally touched it this time." He walked out from behind the bookshelves as calmly as possible, and met Dumbledore's disgusting penetrating gaze. Riddle noticed that Pauline Sweet was standing next to Dumbledore, looking at him thoughtfully, looking a little displeased, she must have realized that he had overheard her conversation with Mrs Knightley .

But Riddle didn't care about Sweet's displeasure. He greeted Dumbledore and Knightley politely, telling them that he had found the information he wanted-although the fact was quite the opposite, Riddle didn't want to Let Dumbledore know what he's researching.

"So," Dumbledore asked suddenly, looking at him thoughtfully, "Pauline has just asked me a very interesting question about Transfiguration, which only very good students are capable of understanding. Tom, perhaps Are you interested in studying with us?"

Riddle noticed that Swaite immediately looked at him with that extremely cryptic look, as if he was considering whether he had the ability to join Dumbledore's little class with her—joke, he, Tom Marvolo Riddle , the descendant of Salazar-Slytherin, will not keep up with her progress?

Pretentious Ravenclaw.

"I think I have more important subjects at the moment, and I'm afraid I can't devote any more energy to the study of transfiguration." Riddle said calmly, he didn't want to have too much contact with Dumbledore, let alone send himself to the other party. Watching under the eyelids.

It was an invitation he obviously wouldn't say yes to.

Sweet calmly averted her gaze, and it seemed that after Riddle's refusal, she had lost the slightest interest in him.

However, when passing by her, Riddle paused and turned his head to look at her.

"Miss Sweet," Riddle said softly the moment her quick and alert eyes fell on his face, "very inspiring research direction, I wish you success."

Pauline Sweet's slender eyebrows were raised slightly.

But Riddle didn't wait for her response.

He strode away.

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