Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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For the next few days, they didn't see much of each other.

Pauline still arrived in the auditorium after 08:30, ate her breakfast slowly, and stepped into the classroom, looking lazy, but every professor loved her very much.

Whenever she approached the Great Hall, Riddle sat early at the Slytherin table, eating the last bits of his breakfast, sometimes alone, sometimes going to classrooms with his Slytherin classmates.

He may or may not have noticed Pauline's presence, but he seems to have no intention of actively interacting with her.

They are like two intersecting straight lines. After crossing the intersection point, they go far away again, returning to their independent and peaceful life.

This sudden closeness and sudden estrangement seemed to be a strong evidence for the rumor about their relationship—now everyone believed that Pauline had indeed dumped Riddle, and even The part of Gryffindor who dealt with him occasionally looked at him with sympathy.

At this time, Riddle was always expressionless, as if he didn't pay attention to their eyes at all.

Pauline may or may not have noticed the alienation, as if she had never known Riddle, and she lived as normal as she had been for the past two years or so.

Like a project that was suddenly overtaken by other more interesting subjects, she easily put it aside and went after the more interesting one for the time being—

"Professor, do you really think I can't learn black magic to transform?" In the Transfiguration Office, Pauline graciously added sugar cubes to the cup in front of Dumbledore. "This sugar is one of the new products from my aunt's sugar factory." , it’s just right in milk and coffee, and it’s very popular among wealthy Muggles—you try it, I promise it’s delicious.”

Professor Dumbledore was amused by her scheming attentions, "Oh, Pauline," he shook his head, "I must say, tempting me with candy is a good idea - just a little bit, I'm going to be persuaded by you gone."

Pauline scowled—almost persuaded, but not persuaded.

She sobbed aggrievedly, she was skilled, and even if anyone knew that she was pretending to be pitiful, it would be difficult not to be deceived by her, "Knowing that there are novel magic and knowledge, but they can't touch them at all. It's too cruel for Nao, Professor, it's the same feeling as letting her watch the noose hang herself up!"

Dumbledore smiled and picked up the glass she had just added sugar to.

"Well, well," Pauline drew out, "you've taught me the same kind of white magic anyway, so there's an alternative—but, professor, since I can't learn black magic to transfigure, at least I can know them Where is the difference?"

This is not an exaggerated request, Dumbledore looked at her holding a steaming porcelain cup, "The reason why I don't recommend you to learn black magic is not because I don't trust your ability, Pauline, and I think you are completely satisfied with this point." There is no need to doubt that you are the most gifted student I have ever seen since becoming a professor."

The corners of Pauline's lips curled up visibly in pleasure.

"But magic doesn't just depend on your magic power, it depends more on your heart." Dumbledore said, "I don't think it is necessary for me to explain to you the difference between the essence of black magic and white magic for a talented student like you." , I believe you have already got the correct answer from various books."

"That's true, Professor." Pauline slightly bent her index finger, raised her hand, and tapped her knuckles around her temple twice, "If you are worried about my self-control, then I can assure you that I I will never misuse black magic, because I would never put myself in a position where I can no longer touch white magic - I treat all disciplines fairly."

"Of course I don't doubt that." Dumbledore said softly, "Maybe let's talk directly about the possible consequences of the black magic deformation you want to know, and you will understand my concerns—forgive this worried adult Well, with age, people tend to lose the fearlessness of their youth."

He spoke with great sincerity, and that was one of Pauline's favorite things about Dumbledore—he was never like those pompous adults who treated students as if they didn't need to bother and deal with them.

She looked at Dumbledore seriously.

"Leaving aside the deeper problems, the danger of black magic lies in its uncontrollability." Dumbledore said, "Of course I don't doubt your talent, but I'm afraid this magic is still too difficult for you. Think about it." Consequences out of control, Pauline, you might just look at your wand one more time while casting a spell, and maybe you'll end up in a grotesque shape that's not at all what you want it to be, and never return to your original self. I think You wouldn't want to square your eyes, or lose your jaw, would you?"

Pauline touched her face subconsciously.

She suddenly realized that she was actually pretty good-looking... Just like Riddle, if he wasn't good-looking enough, then no matter how much his character interested her, she might not get close to him—although she wanted to look at Riddle from another angle. That's more like a good thing.

"It is true that I may not understand how far a Ravenclaw's pursuit of knowledge can go, but I want to focus on the areas that can be controlled before I am so sure. You are a better choice."

In fact, when Dumbledore and her carefully analyzed the difficulty and harm of black magic deformation, Pauline had already been convinced.

She is well aware of the fine line between the risky pursuit of knowledge and arrogance and self-destruction, and has no intention of crossing that line.

"It seems that we can celebrate that we have finally reached an agreement on this issue?" Dumbledore winked at her and raised his glass in style.

Pauline made a face at him.

"You've completely convinced me, Professor," she said. "I don't want to meet someone who has no eyes or no nose—never mind who that is."

"So, I think we can finish today's lesson?" Dumbledore took a sip of the milk, "Oh," he exclaimed, "it's an amazing taste, very innovative," he took another sip, and kept nodding , "Yes, very innovative. I think it would be great if it could be a little sweeter."

"It's already twice as sweet as normal, Professor." Pauline showed an unflattering expression, "I'm afraid you think it's too sweet." She said, and added a cube to her glass. Sugar, "I just like sweets, but I'm afraid of too many calories. I still have a lot of beautiful dresses I want to wear—unless I drink a bottle of weight loss potion every time I eat."

But it is obviously unrealistic to drink the potion as water.

They talked about sweets very naturally, "I heard you have made new friends now, Pauline," Dumbledore asked cheerfully, "Although you are all very popular at Hogwarts, I don't know why. Gotta say, it still surprises me that you guys are friends, especially after I've heard some...special rumors." He winked at Pauline.

Professor Dumbledore must have heard the rumors that she and Riddle fell in love and broke up.

Pauline tapped the table lightly with the porcelain cup, finally using this topic to think of Riddle, whom she had forgotten all this time, "Oh, Merlin," her eyes widened in surprise, "I forgot about him— I'll just say something seems to be missing these days, but I'm too busy practicing the Transfiguration you taught me to forget about it."

"Oh—" Professor Dumbledore looked even more surprised than Pauline, and he seemed completely unaware that she would answer like that.He was silent briefly.

"You reminded me." Pauline thought thoughtfully, "I really... haven't seen him for a long time."

She bids farewell to Professor Dumbledore and prepares to go to the Great Hall for dinner.

At the end of the corridor that turned to the auditorium, her footsteps stopped.

Riddle was standing by the corridor.

The night is like thick ink, covering the scenery outside the castle, seeping into the corridor from the corners and window cracks, and being isolated by the lights on the two walls, quietly hiding in a corner where no one pays attention.

And Riddle stood on the edge of the lights and the night, half hidden in the shadows, dim and difficult to distinguish, and half exposed under the lights, dazzling.

He stood there expressionless, looking at her coldly, even when he saw her, he didn't change much.

But, without a doubt, he was waiting for her.

Pauline stared at him, realizing with greater clarity than ever that Riddle was indeed—quite handsome.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons, even crucial, for her willingness to spend time with him.

This discovery amused her more than anything else.

Riddle looked at her coldly, without expression, and Pauline soon realized that he was waiting for her to speak first—whether it was asking why he was waiting here, or saying something nonchalantly. , anything is fine, in short, she should speak first, in return for him taking the initiative to come to her.

It has to be said that for Riddle, it was indeed a kind of concession for Riddle to take the initiative to find her without any interaction for several days.

Pauline had better be sensible, speak up, and give Riddle a step to be less passive.

But Pauline eyed him with interest, then calmly withdrew her eyes, and walked past him as if she had never seen the man before.

Riddle's face twisted for a moment.

Pauline noticed that Riddle put his hand in his pocket and stroked it, but he paused, and then he put it out again.

"I need The Encyclopedia of Dark Arts from the 16th to the 19th Century. It's in Restricted Area E." When Pauline passed by him, Riddle said in a commanding tone, "I want it this week."

Pauline paused.

She didn't turn around, but her eyes quickly swept over Riddle - he stood there, motionless, looking aloof.His eyes were fixed on the hanging lamp on the opposite wall, and he didn't look at her. His expression was quite indifferent, as if he didn't bother to talk to her at all.

She raised an eyebrow.

Pauline can roughly guess that this is actually a compromise for Riddle. He has never accepted, or is not good at, such soft things that he regards as humiliation. She can completely imagine waiting here actively, It was such a humiliation and struggle for Riddle to speak up after she ignored her.

He was waiting for her to speak—it was fine to say anything, even if it was rejection, even if it was arguing with him, or even humiliating words, because in his heart there was no deeper humiliation than being ignored when he took the initiative to approach.

But Pauline glanced at him lightly, then looked away again, as if she didn't hear him at all, and walked forward on her own.

Riddle squeezed his wand tightly, but this time he froze in place for a few seconds, finally lifted his leg, strode after Pauline, and grabbed her wrist so hard that she stopped and turned sideways. to him.

As if she had just noticed that there was someone beside her, Pauline slightly widened her beautiful bright eyes, and showed a puzzled expression at Riddle, "Are you talking to me?"

Riddle squeezed her wrist tightly, as if he wanted to crush her hand.

He must be extremely annoyed, staring at her coldly, wishing he could poke two holes out of her with his eyes.

"You can't blame me, can you? Haven't you been looking for me for several days?" Pauline showed an innocent and confused expression, "I thought our friendship was over, Mr. Riddle, why did you suddenly ...Come to find me on your own initiative?"

She used the word "active" with extra force.

Riddle's face twisted for a moment.

There seemed to be two fires in his eyes, enough to set Pauline on fire if the gaze could transfer heat--burning every inch from head to toe.

Pauline saw him put his hand into his pocket again irresistibly.

"I don't like people touching wands in front of me." She stretched out the hand that was not held tightly by him, and poked his shoulder gently with her white and slender fingers.

Riddle twitched in exasperation and looked eager to shake her off, but his hand remained firmly on Pauline's wrist.

"If you can learn to respect me, I don't think I need to touch my wand all the time," he said coldly.

"If I could respect you?" Pauline repeated softly, and she looked up, looking into Riddle's eyes with a half-smile, "Tom, I was really surprised when you said that-- I thought that was supposed to be my line."

Riddle's expression changed subtly, and he seemed about to say something, but Pauline spoke before him.

"I haven't come to see me for several days, just like a stranger, I usually turn a blind eye to me," she complained without any guilt, "Now you have books that you can't borrow, and you suddenly find that I have value, That's why you came to me!" She pursed her lips, looking aggrieved and pampered, and stared at him vigorously, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, look at your cruel and shameless behavior for yourself, is it reasonable?"

Riddle was confused by her unreasonable attitude again—he meant, they were obviously just a contractual relationship with their own ulterior motives, why could Pauline Sweet always switch roles at will and treat him like a user , but can ask him with the attitude of an extremely close friend?

She's always been so... so confident that she can even be seen as right along with her.

Riddle looked like he had a lot to say back, but Pauline stopped him again, "And your attitude of coming to me - you don't even call me by my name, aren't you talking to me? "

Every time she said something, she poked Riddle. It didn't hurt too much, but it wasn't painful, and Riddle took hers with his other free hand.

He gave her a warning and menacing look.

Pauline was not afraid of him.

"Of course I will help you find the book. This is an agreement between us." Both of her hands were clenched by Riddle, and she was still restless. Scratching Riddle's wrist until he wrapped her entire hand in annoyance.

"Can you talk to me nicely?" He lowered his voice and looked at her with great annoyance.

"My attitude is already very good." Pauline gave him a displeased look. "You hurt my hand. I have endured it for a long time."

Riddle gave her a cold look, and retaliatoryly tightened his grip on her hand.

"Anyway, I can bring you this week." Pauline said casually. She pushed Riddle lightly, but she didn't push him away. , in exchange, you also have to study the subject mentioned last time with me."

That was the magic that Riddle was interested in, too.

"When?" He let go of one hand, but still held Pauline's firmly with the other, and followed her into the auditorium.

"Just tomorrow," said Pauline nonchalantly. "Tomorrow after dinner."

She turned her head and smiled slightly, as if emphasizing, "You come to me."

This time, Riddle didn't refuse.

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