Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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Ravenclaw Tower.

"Pauline, why haven't you taken a shower yet?" The roommate yawned and crept into the tent, and asked casually, "Go to bed early, there's History of Magic tomorrow morning—but you can catch up on sleep in class, which counts." Well, then you can do whatever you want, anyway, just remember to turn off the lights before going to bed."

"Okay, I'll go to the common room to read for a while." Pauline Sweet put away the scattered books on the table, patiently cleaned the ink stains on the quill, combed her hair in front of the mirror, and patted her pockets. After making sure that the wand and a few vials were still in there, he turned off the chandelier and walked out of the bedroom softly.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and there were only a few people left in the Ravenclaw common room, all gathered together, reading books around the huge bookshelves in the lounge.

Pauline saw familiar faces inside.

"Leaving the Ravenclaw Tower after the curfew violates the school rules, starting at [-] points." Audrey, the fifth grade female prefect looked up at her, raised her eyebrows and smiled, threw the book in her hand on the coffee table, and looked back. He leaned back on the sofa and looked at her with a smile, "Pauline, you didn't come to read books with us all night, did you?"

Hell, that's the bad thing about acquaintances, they're sometimes too smart and know you too well to hide - but then there's not a single person in all of Ravenclaw who isn't an acquaintance of Pauline, she thought. Night travel, unless everyone has returned to the dormitory, it is difficult to cover up.

"Is this the power of OWLs?" Pauline sighed helplessly, and took two steps closer to Audrey, "Although I know you are all typical Ravenclaws, reading books all night is not a bit too exaggerated Audrey, it's only November, don't you guys sleep for the next six months?"

"Professor Mellors prepared a simulated OWLs for us to test whether we can remember the content of the past four years." Audrey said lazily, "Just tomorrow morning, we plan to make a surprise attack."

"It looks like it's giving Ravenclaw points in disguise," Pauline commented. "I remember Professor Mellors is also a Ravenclaw?"

"That's only if we have the ability to get points." Audrey shrugged, looking relaxed, "But we're still quite sure, maybe tomorrow we can get at least [-] points?" She said Then, he smiled maliciously at Pauline, "It's just right, if someone is caught walking at night, maybe we can earn back the points."

Pauline glared at her lightly, half-truthfully, "Then I really appreciate your generosity."

"I'm really pleased that you can repay your kindness so well." Audrey smiled, "Hurry up, today is Professor Billy's night patrol, you know, their Hufflepuffs have a good temper, even if they are caught, At most, it will be confinement for a week."

"Thank you so much for your kind wishes." Pauline snorted softly, rolled her eyes, and waved to a few senior Ravenclaws who had been studying all night as a greeting. Slipped out—not every Ravenclaw has the confidence to go out at night. After all, it is not uncommon for more than a dozen people to block in front of the bronze door knocker, and no one can answer the questions. Stay outside all night.Thanks to Merlin, Pauline has never encountered such a thing. Although the knocker's question is tricky, she can still answer it more or less.

It was already very cold in Hogwarts in November. Walking in the corridors of the castle, the bleak night wind came in from both sides, making people shiver. Pauline buried the lower half of her face in her scarf and gave herself After casting a warming spell, he hurried through the corridor and walked towards the library.

It wasn't her first night tour, and she was very familiar with this process.If she was still in a hurry in the first grade and was almost caught several times, then after she learned the disillusionment spell and became invisible, this kind of thing was no longer a challenge for her.

She planned to go to the forbidden book area, looking for the black magic transformation book that should have been obtained by her during the day.

The greatest experience that Pauline has learned from extensive socializing is not to underestimate anyone’s vigilance, even those who trust you most and are easy to deceive, you should treat them with caution.Take Mrs. Knightley for example. Although this strict lady already has great trust in Pauline, Pauline thinks it's better not to take it as a big deal-if Mrs. Knightley finds out that Pauline is getting If Dumbledore was still interested in the Restricted Area after his individual guidance, then the other party must have realized that Pauline's real purpose was to transform with black magic.

Although Pauline herself believes that black magic does not deserve any treatment different from white magic, but in this era when witchcraft is rampant and European wizards are in danger, she is cautious about her reputation and maintains her innocence and harmlessness in the hearts of others. The image of a person is also necessary-at least for Pauline, who hopes to successfully achieve her goals at any time, this is the case.

She would rather take a small risk to go to the forbidden book area to read at night, anyway, it is not difficult for her.

In the library in the middle of the night, Pauline's sheepskin boots stepped silently on the soft carpet. In the silence, there was only the faint whimpering and wailing in the forbidden book area, which were some very evil and forbidden magic books. .

Pauline just glanced in that direction, and looked away without hesitation.She is the kind of crazy knowledge seeker who regards knowledge as her life, but she is not really crazy. Not being afraid of danger and not wanting to live are two different things. She will not even take a second look at things that are absolutely beyond her ability.

She's the kind of person who looks at herself from time to time with a hard eye.

Pauline walked through the rows of bookshelves, blind to and deaf to any strange movement or sound, until she reached the shelf she had planned to look for, trying to find the book she wanted, but, strangely—

She frowned tightly, her eyes swept over the bookshelves repeatedly, but found nothing.

That book should be here, on this shelf, why isn't it?

Let her think, let her think again, the book begins with a T and the second word with a P, so if Mrs. Knightley has done her job right, the book should be in the... hell!

Pauline's eyes widened. There, in that place, between the two odd-shaped books, there was a gap two fingers' width apart—someone must have taken it.

This is a very unorthodox book about the transformation of black magic that few people would or would have the guts to be interested in. Time was borrowed.

Her eyes widened, and she stomped her feet angrily. The lambskin boots made a small circular mark on the soft wool carpet-what else can't figure it out?Who else would take that book away, except Professor Dumbledore, who knew the magic very well and had listened to her question again today?

Pauline pursed her lips aggrievedly.

Professor Dumbledore doesn't believe her at all!He just prevented her from taking this book away and practicing secretly!How could he speculate on her like this—although this is all true, but...

Pauline kicked the rug angrily and touched the space reluctantly, hoping it was some clever invisibility spellbook, but of course she was disappointed.

She wrinkled her nose, drooped her head, paused every step, and walked out of the bookshelf aggrieved.

As Pauline was about to leave dejectedly, she passed one of the bookshelves when she suddenly heard a strange noise.

It was like a bird chirping, and Pauline wrinkled her nose in distaste.

She glanced in that direction curiously. A book was frantically flying back and forth between the two bookshelves, bumping into the bookshelves constantly, making a "dong dong" sound, but it couldn't fly out.

Another book that will go crazy at night.

Pauline thought nonchalantly, she also saw it often when she visited the forbidden book area the night before, so it was nothing unusual.

At this moment, she heard an impatience voice that she tried to suppress but couldn't conceal, "Quickly imprison me!"

someone there?

There was a huge sound, as if someone had closed it forcefully, the frantically flying book suddenly froze in mid-air, shaking violently "buzzing", and after a while, it swelled violently again.

"Bang——" With an explosion-like sound, the entire book fell apart on the spot in mid-air, and the pages of the book flew randomly, like pieces of snowflakes, flying more and more, everywhere.

A series of spells were launched from the magic wand of an invisible gentleman, gathering a large number of pages, but more and more pages were flying randomly, more and more, almost submerged half of the restricted area, not only blocking the On Pauline's way, the flying spell almost hit her.

She took out her wand unbearably, and cursed viciously, "Disarm you!"

A wand flew over two bookshelves and fell hard into her hand.

Everything seemed to stand still suddenly.

In the forbidden book area, there is only the sound of pages flying wildly.

"Pauline Sweet?" After a moment of silence, someone asked in a low voice.

Pauline didn't expect that the wizard hiding there knew her name.

She frowned in astonishment, and thought for a while, "...Tom Riddle?"

Together they lifted the Disillusionment Charm.

Riddle stood two bookshelves away, with no expression on his face, looking at her coldly.

"It turned out to be really you." Pauline was a little surprised, but not too surprised. Except for the person who bumped into her chatting with Dumbledore today, no one else would be able to guess that it was her—unless the person was very familiar Her voice, but Pauline thought it unlikely.

She couldn't say what it felt like.

It stands to reason that since the two parties have violated each other's identities and violated the school rules, and there is no deep hatred, with Pauline's tact, it is time to say something nice and return the wand to Riddle.

But the premise is that the opponent is not Tom Riddle.

At any rate, they had been classmates for more than two years. Although Pauline and Riddle hadn't had much contact with each other, it wasn't that she didn't know him at all—she thought she was somewhat unique in seeing people. If you are impressed, then Riddle is the opposite of ordinary people. Don’t look at him who has become a man of the world for more than two years in school. He looks like a perfect student who is reserved, powerful, and polite. Pauline intuitively feels that his polite and self-controlled appearance Hiding an extremely cold soul.

Most of the influential figures in Hogwarts have friendships with Pauline—either by chance, she grasped it, or she took the initiative to at least get a smile and say hello, and she broadened her friendship in this way. Scope of influence, so that when she wants to achieve a certain goal, she can easily find many ways.Logically, Riddle should also be on her list, but Pauline didn't.

Instead of trying to get close to him, she stayed away from his social circle intentionally or unintentionally, reducing the possibility of their intersection—thanks to the Hogwarts class schedule, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. They tend to be less intense such as history of magic, herbalism, and astronomy.Pauline could well imagine that if they were lined up together for Defense Against the Dark Arts, there might be a fight over who was better on the spot.

This certainly didn't mean Pauline was afraid of dealing with Riddle.

She just felt that this was very troublesome, and most importantly, the reward would be far less than the effort. Riddle was the kind of guy who would not admit defeat, would not suffer, and was very difficult to deal with, and very vengeful. Pauline kept her away.

Just like now, she got Riddle's wand with a disarming spell, and Pauline was very unsure if she would be greeted with a curse if she apologized and returned it—she had a hunch that Riddle had done it. This kind of thing happened.

Anyway, she has been offended, so she might as well be offended to the end.

In Riddle's presence, Pauline stuffed his wand of course into her pocket.

Riddle glared at her fiercely and with extremely cold eyes.

Pauline pretended not to see it.

She reached out and shook, waving the pages that had danced in front of her, but more pages flew towards her.

Pauline shook her head in disgust. "What the hell have you done? How do you get this back?"

She had absolutely no intention of returning the wand to him.

Not at all.

Riddle gave her a deep, clear, deliberate look.

"I don't think I'm quite sure," he said in a dry voice. "I've tried several spells, but they haven't worked."

Frowning, Pauline tried several spells in his presence.

The pages of the book flew more and more, and there were a lot of white flowers, like snow falling all over the sky.

She saw a deep sneer in Riddle's eyes.

Pauline decided that Riddle would not get his wand back for another week.

"It seems that you have caused a lot of trouble, Tom." She decided to change her attitude to scare him--Pauline could see that being tough and angry in front of a man like Riddle would only make him superior. Laugh at your gaffe.You have to be more arrogant than him with him.

Pauline smiled at him softly and sweetly, "Tom, I've been out at night many times, but I've never seen anyone as capable as you, who can make such a big commotion. From this point of view, Maybe I'll have to call you Professor Riddle—professor mess and troublemaker, the kind who makes trouble and can't fix it himself."

She saw Riddle's face contort slightly, looking at her coldly and fiercely.

Oh, Pauline thought, this is really interesting.

Although she had always kept Riddle at arm's length and regarded him as a big loser in favor, somehow, if she read correctly, Riddle cared about her extraordinarily...but why?

"You could have thought of other ways, but now you don't even have a wand, what should you do?" Pauline blinked slowly at him, and said in a worried tone, "Tom, would you please ask me?" Please, maybe I'll give you a hand?"

Riddle was completely irritated by her, his dark pupils were filled with cold anger, and he looked at Pauline coldly.

His hands hung at his sides, clenched deeply.

He didn't speak, but Pauline felt a cold, murderous malice, like the eerie feeling of being set upon by a raging viper.

Pauline felt a shiver run up her spine and back of her head, and she was almost out of breath, and she had to part her lips slightly, and her lips trembled slightly, and said very softly, "Don't look at me like that." I."

Riddle looked at her blankly.

"You make me feel that you are a very exciting challenge." Pauline said softly, "I don't think you would be willing to be my challenge." stared at Riddle.

"Is this your declaration of war?" Riddle asked blankly.

How interesting?He is really...very easily irritated, or, very easily irritated by her, and being irritated often means caring. It is very difficult for a person to be irritated by someone he despises, especially for an extremely arrogant person like Riddle. in this way.

Pauline looked at him curiously—she wondered why she had never found Riddle so interesting before, after they had been classmates for more than two years.

But it is never too late to start any subject.

Pauline smiled tenderly at him, and was about to say something more, but a deep voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"So—you did come, Pauline?"

Pauline almost bounced off the spot, she clenched her wand tightly, and as she turned sideways, she saw Riddle's same stiff movement, only slightly different - he put his hand in his pocket and touched empty.

At least she really has a wand now, thought Pauline gloatingly.

"I didn't expect you to distrust me so much, Professor." She already knew who it was - except for Dumbledore who warned her not to learn the Dark Arts and took the book away, obviously no choice.This is really easy to understand. Since Dumbledore guessed that she would come to look for the book again, it is not impossible for her to catch someone at night.

Pauline pursed her lips, pre-emptively hit her back, and dragged her voice coquettishly, "Isn't it enough to take the book away? On such a cold winter night, you should be enjoying the evening time in bed, but you came to the library to wait for me ——If it wasn't for today, I would never have thought that you would not believe me so much."

Riddle stared at her, really wondering how anyone could say such a cheeky thing under the circumstances.

Dumbledore was literally amused by her.

He smiled lightly and waved his magic wand, all the pages flying in the sky flew together in an instant, and turned back into a large book again, bouncing back to the bookshelf, as quiet as if the snowflakes fluttering just now were a little bit different from it. Neither does the relationship.

"Then, Pauline, I apologize to you for my lack of trust." Dumbledore said jokingly, "However, if I were still sleeping soundly in bed, you would not be able to find my lack of trust. Maybe this is the direction of fate, let us get to know each other better."

Pauline looked at him pitifully with her big beautiful eyes. "Then give poor Ravenclaw less points, Professor."

Dumbledore laughed again.

"Next time." He said.

The author has something to say:

Pauline to Dumbledore: Acting like a spoiled child

Pauline to Riddle: humiliation taunt disarms you

Riddle: Who is the hero? ?

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