Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

-8-

"I don't understand why you're dating that Slytherin kid."

Pauline's lunch was spent at the Gryffindor table.

Here she was warmly welcomed by the cubs, partly because she was Ignatius' cousin, and partly because of herself - especially since she had just dropped Nott off to Mrs Albert that morning.

Although many people think her behavior is too radical, Nott is really not an object of sympathy.From the moment Pauline made the decision, she had anticipated the possible change in her classmates' attitudes, and since she appeared, she had put on a displeased expression, which made one can't help but guess that she might be apologizing for Nott's insulting words. Feel aggrieved.

She received a lot of soft and subtle comfort, which was enough to witness her good popularity. It can be said that Ignatius was the one who treated her worst at the entire Gryffindor table.

——He was quite displeased with Riddle.

Ignatius' complaints aroused the approval of many lion cubs, and some booed Pauline to dump Riddle for a Gryffindor boyfriend-"There are many good boys waiting for you here, Pauline ’, they said.

"May I ask why you are dissatisfied with him?" Pauline unhurriedly forked up the steak on the plate.

"He's a Slytherin!" Ignatius' eyes widened. "Pauline, isn't that reason enough for you? Think about it, gloomy personality, upturned nostrils, sinister, cunning , arrogant, and even discriminates against hemp and half-blood wizards!" He could say a hundred sentences of "Nowhere Is Slytherin is Good".

Pauline blinked. "Ah," she looked at Ignatius oddly, "I thought..."

Ignatius was terrified by her eyes, and waited for the next step with trepidation.

But Pauline shook her head, dropped her head to eat her steak, and fell silent again.

"Why do you still think, you said it!" Ignatius couldn't help urging, "I'm still waiting!"

"I thought you'd have a different opinion of Slytherin because of your pen pal," said Pauline casually. "Lucretia Black and you..."

Ignatius leaned over and covered her mouth with a hungry tiger, "Hush!"

"Woohoo!" He was as strong as a troll, and Pauline pushed him hard, but he didn't push at all.

She glared at him hard.

"Hush—" Ignatius threatened her with his eyes, and then carefully released his hand from her mouth.The lion cubs around had heard Pauline's words, and all looked at Ignatius with teasing eyes, but he kept a straight face and pretended not to hear anything.

Pauline rolled her eyes at him.

"Lisa is Lisa, and other Slytherins are other Slytherins." Ignatius whispered to her through gritted teeth, "That kid Riddle is disgusting, you can't compare him to Lisa! "

Pauline raised an eyebrow, "Lisa?"

"Hey," Ignatius pretended to be nonchalant, "Is it something you should make a fuss about being called by nicknames among close friends?"

Pauline snorted slightly.

"In short—" Ignatius tried to restore the dignity of his older and mature cousin, "in short, although everyone says he is good, I just don't think Riddle is a good person."

"But I'm only interested in him because he's not a good man?" said Pauline. "If he's what he appears to be, perhaps I'm not interested at all."

Ignatius dropped his jaw.

"Besides, I always feel that you're confusing something." Pauline patted him on the shoulder decently, "It's not your fault, Ignatius, it's all your fault that wizards are too reserved. You always talk about the same thing." Married twice, never had the concept of divorce, but our Muggle society is different - my aunt was married four times!"

"So, so..." Ignatius stammered at his cousin, "So, does Riddle know what you're planning?"

This is—

Pauline said ambiguously, "I'm really disappointed if he doesn't see what I really mean."

Ignatius couldn't help but look at the long Slytherin table, where Riddle poked the plate with a fork and stared at them coldly.

"Merlin," Ignatius couldn't help but sigh, "whether he finds out about your intentions or not—he really loves you so badly."

Merlin bless Riddle!

-9-

When Riddle returned to the dormitory, he noticed something subtly wrong in the atmosphere.

However, when he looked at the past keenly, everything seemed to be nothing strange.

When he raised his head for the third time, and saw his roommate Rozier lowering his head quickly again, he rubbed his wand expressionlessly - such a familiar feeling, he hadn't experienced it for a week.

"It's actually not a big deal." Rozier couldn't bear Riddle's cold eyes, and said hesitantly, "Tom, in history of magic class today, you and Sweet..." He tried to convey his meaning with his eyes, And he knew he had succeeded, because Riddle couldn't help showing annoyance.

Rozier shut up knowingly.

"What did they say?" Riddle asked with a blank face, but his eyes were fixed on Rozier.

Rozier couldn't react at first, but soon realized that Riddle was talking about Hogwarts gossip, "Oh—" He paused, "They said..." He turned away uncomfortably Tilting his head, he tried to pretend nothing had happened, "It is said that you were dumped by Sweet."

Riddle saw Rozier looking at his reaction out of the corner of his eyes thinking he was hiding.

He was expressionless.

"I got dumped by Sweet?" he repeated softly.

"Yes." Rozier nodded, "I mean, that's what they said."

"They think... Sweet can dump me?"

Rozier seemed to shrink back a bit, because Riddle's expression was terribly gloomy, "Ah, they talk nonsense all day long...no one knows how they make it up." He said weakly, "I I knew it must be fake, you and Sweet are so compatible, even if you quarrel, you can quickly reconcile, why did you break up...you are so good!"

His racking his brains to save it didn't seem to work, on the contrary, these words made Riddle's face even worse.

"Sweet and I are so... so compatible?"

"Yeah, of course!" Rozier said flatteringly, "You are a match made in heaven! Look at Sweet's performance today? How much she cares about you! Tom, don't take those nasty rumors to heart , They just know how to make up nonsense all day long-I know, it must be that Nott and his group want to retaliate but dare not do it, so they can only use this kind of method that can't be put on the table, bah!"

Riddle's expression was almost distorted.

Rozier twitched uneasily, watching him cautiously.

"A match made in heaven, care about me." Riddle lowered his voice, almost wanting to sneer——Pauline Sweet did get her wish, she rudely made them connect, trampled on his dignity, and now Hogwarts Everyone in Tzu thought they had some unusual relationship, and he turned out to be the chosen one.

He rubbed his wand vigorously in his hand.

"So, you all know Pauline's background." Riddle said in a statement tone, as if he already knew the answer to this question.

"She's a half-blood—of course, we all know that." Rozier was obviously relieved by the shift of the topic, "Although the Prewett family didn't publicize it everywhere, we all know that her father shouldn't be with any pure-blood family It wasn't even a witch, it was a Muggle. We haven't seen her father much since he married, and my mum said he might have gone to live with Muggles," he said Here, he glanced at Riddle cautiously again, "But Sweet is obviously the purest and most powerful witch, there is no doubt about it."

"So," Riddle still had no expression on his face, he sat on the single sofa, stroking the yew wand, "before she came to Hogwarts, none of you knew about her existence?"

"Actually, I've heard of Pauline Sweet." Rozier hesitated for a while, scratching his head, "Our family always knows a little better than others. I heard that the surname Sweet seems very popular in Muggles. Status, and my mum said her dad probably married a Muggle noble or something - she's never short of money, is she?"

Riddle gripped his wand indifferently.

He knew more about Muggle society than Rozier.He could completely imagine that when he was enduring the noisy bombing and war of the Muggles in Wu's Orphanage, eating the limited supply of dry bread, Pauline Sweet was sitting in the quiet and stable manor, enjoying her afternoon tea .Pauline Sweet was already tired of playing with beautiful gifts when he was proud of snatching the toys of Stubbs, Benson and Bibshaw.

He couldn't stand it.

Without saying a word, Riddle slipped into the bed curtain with a gloomy face.

Rozier quietly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the slightly trembling bed curtain with lingering fear, the expression on his face came alive little by little.

He tiptoed out of the room and closed the door softly.

Then, he quickly rushed to the opposite dormitory, and in the warm welcome, excitedly shared the latest gossip he had worked so hard to with his classmates——

"Riddle can't listen to people saying that he broke up with Sweet! When I told this gossip, he was completely gloomy!" He vowed, "Didn't you see his eyes, his face... tsk tsk, even if It was when Gryffindor was provocative before, and I have never seen Riddle so angry, I was really too scared to breathe."

The first-hand gossip has been eagerly sought after by everyone, "So, is that gossip true?"

Rozier shook his head, "Whether it's true or not, Riddle is absolutely unwilling to break up with Pauline Sweet!"

Everyone is immersed in this emotional gossip together, feeling satisfied and sighing.

"Merlin, he loves her so much!!"

The author has something to say:

Riddle has a lot, but he feels he should have more.

And Pauline has everything, she can give up and choose at will, and this sense of power should belong to Riddle in his heart.

So Riddle's predatory instincts were fired.

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