Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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"Someone was in a good mood last night." The next morning, when Pauline was humming to the mirror and tied her hair, roommate A hopped over to her while wearing boots, and looked at her teasingly, "I heard You hummed a song in the shower."

"What?" Roommate C put down his half-curled bangs and looked over with wide eyes, "You guys last night..."

"Nothing," said Pauline, humming.

She looked at herself in the mirror admiringly, and turned around lightly on the spot. The hem of the coat was slightly raised, blooming like a round lotus leaf.

"Perfect match, Miss Sweet," squealed the Mirror, "you're sure to captivate the lads!"

Roommate C giggled, "She doesn't need to captivate the lads, Pauline just needs to captivate Riddle, doesn't she, Pauline?"

"In fact, it was Riddle who carried me back to Ravenclaw Tower last night." Pauline turned away.

"What?!" three neat exclamations.

Pauline yawned lazily. "That's it."

It's a pity that no one can see it after the curfew - Pauline thinks this is also the most important reason for Riddle's final compromise. He must be comforting himself that if no one sees it, it means nothing happened. Pauline also let him think so, anyway, the bottom line is time and time again lowered.

"His backing skills are really poor." She was picky, and hissed lightly, "My thigh still hurts."

Roommate C immediately looked at her with weird eyes.

"Why?" Pauline drawled, "No, no, nothing like you think!"

"I didn't say anything." Roommate C said slyly.

"But I've heard it." Pauline snorted softly.She wasn't really unhappy, on the contrary, she was still in a great mood, and she put on her schoolbag, "I won't sit with you today."

The three roommates looked at her suspiciously.

She went to the Slytherin table.

"Sweet?" She came at eight o'clock today, half an hour earlier than usual, and Riddle hadn't arrived yet.There were many people on the long Slytherin table who knew her, and when they saw her coming, they all showed surprised expressions, "You came so early today——Riddle hasn't come yet."

"Surprise him." Pauline said, rolling her eyes.

But the little snakes thought they understood.

They laughed secretly, with ridicule on their faces, and Riddle pointed out to her where he usually sat, and even graciously vacated the seat next to her for her to sit.

Riddle arrived earlier than usual.

At [-]:[-], his tall and thin figure appeared at the door of the auditorium.He looked about as usual, well-dressed, well-mannered, and seemed well-bred and personable.Even Pauline would have thought him as calm as ever if he hadn't known earlier.

The moment Riddle stepped into the auditorium, he subtly felt something wrong with the gazes on him.

He took a quick look at himself and found nothing wrong. He frowned and raised his head to scan around. When his eyes fell on the Slytherin table, his calm expression suddenly froze for a moment.

Pauline looked conspicuous in a maple-leaf double-breasted coat, sitting at a row of dark green Slytherin tables.Many people were watching her secretly from the corners of their eyes, paying attention to her every move, but she didn't seem to feel uncomfortable at all, and she was able to chat with Riddle's pure-blood fellow students with eyes above the top laugh.

Riddle stood there uncertainly, staring at her for a while, but Pauline didn't seem to notice.

He frowned irritably.

As soon as he saw her, he couldn't help but think of the journey from the Astronomy Tower to the Ravenclaw Tower. He had never endured such a... shameful humiliation!

At that time, the Astronomy Tower was extremely quiet.

In the long silence and his fierce stare, Pauline Sweet didn't take back her arrogant words at all, but showed him a particularly nasty smile, "It seems that someone wants to make a living in the next year." How about a taste of Muggle life?"

Riddle just wanted to cast all the jinxes he had learned on her, and make her writhe on the ground in agony, crying and begging for his forgiveness, while he would just call her a jinx and end her life. — he was sure.

"You'd better stop playing tricks." He looked at her fiercely, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly turned sideways, waiting for her to come up.

"You're too tall, how am I going to get up there?" But the damned Sweet was not satisfied, and in that sweet lilting voice of hers, which was so hateful to Riddle's ears, "You a little Bend down!"

Riddle looked at her blankly, "Then you can walk back by yourself."

She stopped talking, stared at him with big bright eyes and blinked thoughtfully twice, then said to him with a smile, "Don't be so serious, although you are not skilled in business, I can still work hard Get over it."

If it wasn't for the contract magic just now, Riddle really wanted to turn around and leave—it would be best to give her a jinx before leaving.

He stood there stiffly, until Pauline came to his side and put her arms around his neck.

Riddle wasn't sure if she saw something, if she did get behind him, maybe he'd throw her off, he wasn't the type to leave his back to someone else, and Riddle was more than happy to Teach her a lesson.

But she didn't.

Riddle stood there stiffly, without moving for a long time.

"How long are you going to prepare?" She tiptoed slightly, put her arms around his neck, and said impatiently, "How come you still want me to hold you all the time?"

Riddle twitched angrily, and muttered, "Why don't you stand behind me? How can I carry you like this?"

Pauline tilted her head to look at his profile, showing a vigilant expression, "You don't mean to throw me over your shoulder, do you?"

Riddle thought it was a pretty good idea.

But before he could speak, Pauline had come up with the answer herself, "Forget it, it doesn't look like your physique can do it." She said, and Riddle's back sank—— Pauline Sticking it on his back, "Let's go." She said, with a clear air, like the wind of early summer morning with morning dew, "Great little Slytherin prince, go!"

Riddle's expression was distorted by her strange address, but he didn't say anything, he lowered his head mechanically, and embraced her thigh in an extremely strange and strange posture - he froze for a moment, then mechanically With great force, Pauline was picked up abruptly.

"Hiss—" Pauline grabbed him by the shoulder, and Riddle's face contorted in pain.

He thought Pauline Sweet was picking and choosing again, and had secretly resolved to choke back cynically whatever she had to say next, but she said nothing.

"Okay, okay, who told me to ask for this?" She muttered, buried her head in the crook of his neck, her warm breath blew softly on his collarbone, and Riddle felt himself stiff again up.

"Let's go!" she said impatiently.

Riddle muttered something under his breath, but Pauline didn't catch it.She didn't ask, Riddle didn't say anything more, and after that, even he couldn't remember clearly.

He only remembered that day when he was so upset, he pinched Pauline Sweet's leg viciously, and rushed from the Astronomy Tower to the Ravenclaw Tower. One of them didn't pay attention, and even brought her to the lawn. .

Thinking of this, Riddle's expression couldn't help twisting again.

No one... No one could make him endure such a shame!

When the contract magic fails, he must make her pay for all of this.

On the long Slytherin table, someone seemed to say something with a smile, and Pauline suddenly turned her head and looked at him.

Riddle's expression twitched unnaturally, but he quickly forced himself to look back as calmly as possible, so as not to reveal too much emotion under Sweet's keen gaze.

He forced himself to walk over calmly and gracefully, sat down beside Pauline naturally, and said nonchalantly, "Why are you here so early today? In fact, you can just wait for me at the Ravenclaw table."

Pauline glanced at him with a half-smile, and Riddle's heart jumped inexplicably, with a bad premonition.

"My thigh hurts." She announced, looking at his face with a malicious look. "You really pinched me last night."

The long table of Slytherin was immediately surrounded by countless strange and excited eyes, and the ambiguous eyes looked at them repeatedly, and there was a lot of booing and booing.

Riddle stared at her coldly, he knew she was doing it on purpose, it was her twisted pleasure to watch him humiliated, furious and helpless.The more angry and humiliated he felt, the more condescending and self-satisfied she became.Riddle decided not to follow her wish to continue this boring game.

"You have to believe that I can't help but want to show my full strength in front of you." He leaned slightly, leaned into her ear, and said in a voice that was not too heavy, just enough to be faintly heard by others, "Pauline , it’s not my fault.”

There was a louder booing and laughter.

This time it was Pauline who gave Riddle an odd look.

For a brief moment, Riddle thought she was going to humiliate him in public by telling him about how he had fallen while carrying her back to the Ravenclaw tower.But she smiled subtly and didn't do that.

"Then I'm afraid you have to work harder to improve your own level." She said lightly, and ended the topic with an unquestionable attitude-she seems to have always had this ability, wanting everyone to pay attention to a topic can attract everyone's attention, Instead of jumping naturally when she didn't want to talk anymore, "You sit with me in History of Magic today." She announced.

Riddle had a hard time with her commanding tone.

But Pauline patted her pocket and gave him a quiet look. "Perhaps you think it would be better for you to have something here?"

Riddle stopped talking.

They sat quietly side by side, enjoying this breakfast surrounded by strange eyes, neither of them looked at each other until someone sat across from them.

"I remember you, Pauline Sweet." Nott, the sixth-year prefect of Slytherin, looked at Pauline with an extremely impolite look across the dining table, "Your father is a Prewett, Right? He's a pureblood, I remember. What about your mother? I don't think I've heard of your father marrying a pureblood witch, is she the same as us?"

Riddle gave Nott a cool look, rather annoyed.

If everyone believed that Pauline Sweet was his girlfriend, Knott certainly didn't give him enough respect.

But Pauline expressed her displeasure sooner, earlier, and more violently than he did.

"Oh, my mother is a Muggle, if that's what you want to know." She looked at Nott with a half-smile, reached into her pocket, took out her wand, and slapped it on the long table crisply and loudly, making everyone Anyone who secretly followed her could see it clearly.Her hand was on her wand, and no one doubted that she could cast a jinx on anyone in the blink of an eye, "I am a half-blood wizard, it has not been a secret since the day I enrolled, no, since the day I was born, and I have not Anyone whose mother isn't a Muggle proves he's stronger or nobler than me—if anyone disagrees with me, they're welcome to argue with me with their wands."

She said bluntly, "I'm not interested in playing that fake game with you, Knott, and if after today I hear anyone dare to use words that I don't like to describe me or my mother, I will kill you." Hang on top of the Astronomy Tower and have all your teeth pulled out one by one—I'll do what I say."

It was evident that everyone who heard the conversation was taken aback by her intimidating presence.

Nott swallowed uneasily and looked at her, as if wondering if she was bluffing. Pauline raised her wand expressionlessly, "Perhaps you want to try the tooth extraction package?"

"I haven't said anything yet..." Nott dodged her gaze and complained softly, "What if someone else said you? Then I'm too wronged... And you won't really do that, Isn't it? Of course, you won't, you will be fired! My dad will let them fire you!" At the end of his speech, he seemed to gain confidence again, and his voice became louder again.

Pauline sneered and raised her wand, "Forc.force.pluck.remove!"

Nott let out a scream, and he slammed onto the long table, trembling crazily, a front tooth flew out of his mouth and fell on the dinner plate, with a little blood on it.

A dead silence.

Riddle sat there, staring at her strangely and in shock, like a maniac.

... He had never done such a thing in front of so many people!

Isn't she a Ravenclaw? ?

The professors on the bench finally realized that something was wrong, and Pauline saw Hufflepuff Head of Hufflepuff, Professor Billy, walking quickly towards them, but she still sat there, motionless, pointing the tip of her wand. He tapped lightly on the rim of the goblet.

"Don't think I don't know what you've done to some of the hemp-blooded wizards." She looked at Nott contemptuously, "Does it hurt, Nott? Didn't you think that a curse would hurt a pure-blood wizard? "

"Oh my god, what happened?" Professor Billy finally came to them, looked at the trembling Nott, and exclaimed, "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, Professor. Nott suddenly has a toothache." Pauline gave him a quiet smile. "I'm afraid I have to send him to Mrs. Albert for treatment."

Nott flinched.

"Is that so, Mr. Nott?" Professor Billy looked at Nott suspiciously.

Pauline's smile didn't change a bit, she and Professor Billy looked at Nott quietly.

Nott flinched again.

He covered his face, nodded quickly and slightly, and hummed twice indiscriminately.

Professor Beerley was still watching them suspiciously.

He asked the students around him in a questioning tone, "Is this what you saw?"

Some students looked at Pauline with hesitation, but did not speak; He showed a happy expression, but looked at Nott secretly, wanting to speak, but dared not.

There was an eerie silence.

"Hasn't anyone seen it?" asked Professor Beerley in disbelief.

The silence lasted for a long time, and the students looked at each other, until a girl stood up at the end of the long Slytherin table - Riddle recognized her as a half-blood witch who was often blocked by Nott and the others and flinched.At this moment, she was trembling all over, she flinched and glanced at Nott, then quickly looked away, and said softly, "Professor Billy, I—I saw it."

Professor Billy immediately looked at the Slytherin girl with encouraging eyes.

Everyone is looking at her.

This unknown Slytherin girl may not have received so much attention since entering school, which made her shiver nervously, but she glanced at Nott again, her chin raised high, her face expressionless Said, "Nott suddenly had a toothache. Sweet wanted to help him. You came before casting the spell."

Another long silence.

Professor Billy's expression became uncertain, and it could be seen that he began to doubt his own judgment.

Riddle had been watching Pauline—her expression hadn't wavered.

"Looks like we have to find Mrs. Albert quickly." Pauline stood up calmly, patted Riddle on the shoulder lightly, and said in a calm and gentle tone, "See you in History of Magic class." ——Bring me two blueberry cheese tarts and half a cup of unsweetened black tea milk, can you?"

She had never spoken to Riddle so politely.

He stared at her strangely for a while, as if he knew her again, "Oh," he tilted his head and said unnaturally, "Of course."

But after a while, he turned his head again and looked straight at her with inquiring eyes. "Of course, Pauline."

The author has something to say:

Pauline's mix of characters never fails!

When blood discrimination doesn't happen to her, she doesn't care much, but when this kind of thing even happens to her, she will let everyone know who is the real villain (x)