Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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In a way, Slughorn, the potions master at Hogwarts, was Pauline's favorite type to deal with.

He is skilled, knowledgeable, and quite shrewd, but he is not the extremely self-controlled person of Professor Dumbledore.Professor Slughorn is a bit vain and a bit snobbish, and if Pauline were to say that he liked to bring good students into his slug club, he was like a collector of stamps, and his collection could one day be used for him. Bring great convenience and decency.

Pauline doesn't hate this kind of people, in fact, she rarely hates the type, in her view, morally noble or inferior qualities are all aspects of human nature, not to mention that Slughorn, as a professor, has already been called Competent.

And there is no doubt that Slughorn would not hate her, and he could even be called a great admirer of her.

He regarded her as his favorite student.

"Sometimes I wonder how a young girl like you can be so popular, Pauline." Slughorn sat in an armchair with a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand, Looking at the tea table and shaking his head at her, "With your talent and talent, you will definitely achieve great things in the future, Pauline, I haven't missed a single student yet."

"I'm really flattered that you praise me so much." Pauline put the potion notes she had just made on her lap, put away the quill, and smiled softly, "You shouldn't encourage every student like this Bar?"

"What?" Slughorn gave her a reproachful look, "Pauline, I never admire easily. Not every student deserves my attention. In fact, in my many years of teaching life, students like Students like you are rare—oh, Tom is one, of course, and so is Tom."

He said, looking at Pauline with a smile, "Tom, Tom Riddle, Pauline, I don't think I need to introduce you to this?"

It appears that Slughorn was also one of the audience for Hogwarts gossip.

Out of the corner of her eye Pauline saw a crystal vial flying out of nowhere on the shelf behind Slughorn.

Her expression remained unchanged, as if she didn't see it at all, and she smiled slightly at Slughorn, "I think I agree with your comments about Tom, he is indeed..." She paused and smiled subtly After a while, "It's rare to see."

The crystal bottle paused in mid-air.

Slughorn laughed knowingly, and gave Pauline a teasing look, "It seems that you are really familiar, don't you, Pauline?" He shook his head, "But I have to say, you are quite a match." , Pauline—I don't think there's a better match."

The crystal bottle shook angrily in mid-air.

Pauline almost laughed.

She stroked her temples in a concealed manner, as if nothing had happened, "It's really a big surprise for me to get your affirmation, maybe I should tell Tom later and give him this surprise too."

Slughorn laughed heartily. "Of course, of course, young lovers are always a blessing, aren't they?"

The crystal bottle looked almost crushed.

They chatted for a while longer, until the minute hand pointed to six, and Pauline finally picked up her notebook and said goodbye to Slughorn.

As she opened the door, an unseen strong hand gripped her wrist firmly and stepped out of the potions office with her, pulling her all the way from the basement to near the Slytherin common room.

Not surprised at all, Pauline let the invisible man lead her through most of the basement, finally revealing herself in a corner.

Riddle looked very bad, staring at her coldly.

"Have you got the stuff?" Pauline pretended not to see his displeasure—in fact, the latter was already very upset when she asked Riddle to steal some materials from Slughorn's office. It's not that she is eloquent, maybe they parted ways half an hour ago.

Riddle's expression twisted for a moment, he didn't speak, he just raised his hand towards her, a small crystal bottle was held in his hand, and the crystal red liquid was swimming in the crystal bottle, like some living thing Things, shining with strange light.

Pauline's eyes lit up.

"It's so beautiful." She stared intently at the crystal bottle dyed crystal red, and said softly in a sigh-like tone, "Cruel, evil, but rare and beautiful."

She almost looked at the small crystal bottle with the gaze of a lover, and couldn't help reaching out to take it, but Riddle quickly withdrew his hand, allowing her to grab it empty.

Pauline came back to find Riddle staring at her very dissatisfied.

"Forgive me for being too excited." Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she stretched out her hand, and took the initiative to hold Riddle's arm - the latter froze for a moment, and seemed to be about to shake her off, but in the end she didn't move, stiff Standing still, she let her hook his arm and lead him up the stairs.

"I think you also know that scarlet tears are a rare and evil material, which is crucial to many dangerous experiments." Pauline took his arm and said very naturally, "My father may There is a way to get it, but he will never give it to me. Professor Slughorn may appreciate you and me very much, but he will not give it or lend it to us, because it is really... dangerous and evil, that kind of Once you ask for it, people will doubt whether you are going to do something bad."

Riddle silently walked up to the eighth floor side by side with her. Hearing what she said, he looked at her with weighing eyes.

"It scares me that you look at me like that, and maybe you'll accuse me, too, like those who are too morally bound to try." Pauline gave him a reproachful look. "Tom, don't tell me you would too. Let me not do such a dangerous experiment—after I learned about the black magic you are interested in?"

"You have to admit, Pauline," Riddle said expressionlessly, "of course people with mediocre qualifications are more suitable to stay in a stable environment."

Pauline's cheerful expression disappeared.

She raised half of her eyebrows high, "Maybe I can understand that you're going to say that I'm mediocre?"

"No, of course not." Riddle looked at her, smiled slightly, and drew out his tone, "That's not what I mean. I mean, people with mediocre talents would never evaluate themselves like this."

Pauline's eyes widened and she glared at him hard.

"Wonderful," she said rather unhappily. "Looks like I can at least get a 'self-aware' rating from you? I have to say, I'm flattered."

The corners of Riddle's lips curled up, but he was not pleased for long, because Pauline gave him a hard pinch.

His face contorted for a moment, and he reached out to grab Pauline's hand, but he couldn't catch it, and she pinched it hard again.

"Paulyn Sweet!" he called to her angrily, wand in hand.

Pauline poked him hard in the side again.

Riddle rubbed his wand, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, and this time he finally grabbed her hand.

He had experienced too many times to know that this was not enough to stop Pauline, so he took a step forward after grabbing her hand, and his other hand went around behind her, wrapping her in his arms , hugged her tightly to make sure she couldn't make any annoying little moves.

"Looks like you feel offended." He looked down, Pauline's smooth white forehead almost on his lips.Riddle said in a icy tone, "It surprised me, Pauline, I thought someone as skilled at humiliating people as you would not be offended by such a poor trick." He said, sneering, "After all, When you humiliate me with your words and deeds, you enjoy it."

"I thought you liked it, Pauline," he whispered.

Pauline tried to turn around, but Riddle held her so tightly that she couldn't move.

She glared at him hard.

Riddle's lips curled up slightly.

Pauline was deadlocked with him for a while.

"If you really want to hug me so much, you can change to a more comfortable position next time." She seemed to suddenly lose her anger, and said very flatly, "Tom, if it were you, maybe I wouldn't refuse—no need Make excuses like this."

Riddle's smile disappeared instantly.

He let go immediately.

"You'd better not talk nonsense." He suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Pauline threateningly, "If I were you, I wouldn't talk nonsense to avoid some terrible consequences, Pauline. "

Pauline gave him a casual look, and walked down the corridor without even waiting for him to finish.

Riddle grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop and turn to look at him.

"There won't be a second time, Pauline," he warned her, commanding in a louder, more ferocious tone. "You must know what not to say, and mark my words!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy you in this matter until you understand it," said Pauline coldly. "Don't you say what I don't like to hear?"

Riddle looked so annoyed that he was about to reach for his wand in his pocket, but Pauline was quicker than he was.

"I said that I don't like people touching wands in front of me." She pressed his hand hard, raised her head slightly, her eyes were right on his chin, "If you insist on demanding respect in front of me, I miss you Better learn how to communicate with me without a wand first."

Riddle glared at her viciously.

His handsome face was distorted due to anger, and it was no longer so delicate, revealing an inconspicuous but palpitating violence, which made him look even a little scary.

But Pauline's expression slowly softened as she stared at him.

"Actually, we don't need to be so tit-for-tat." She said slowly, her dark and beautiful eyes flashed the brilliance that Riddle was so familiar with, "Tom, you and I are well aware of each other's abilities. We're totally supposed to be best mates under the magic."

Riddle stared at her coldly.

"You said that I disrespected you. This accusation is too heavy. It makes me panic and aggrieved." Pauline said softly, and took the initiative to take a step towards him. Now they were almost tiptoe-toe, and she blamed him He glared at him, "If I didn't respect you, I wouldn't have had so much interaction with you. You have a very high vision, but I'm also picky enough. It's because you are so different that I will take the initiative to approach you." — there is no doubt about it.”

Riddle's expression softened a little.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her haughtily.

"As for the misunderstanding that caused you, I think it was just because we were not pleasant enough when we met at first, which led to the subsequent blunders that offended you." Pauline gently raised her hand and landed on Riddle's shoulder On her face, her five fingers are slightly spread, each one is slender and beautiful, like a masterpiece carefully carved by an artist, "This is neither my original intention, nor should it be a barrier between you and me."

Riddle lowered his head, watching her slender and white fingers stroke one by one, gently smoothing the wrinkles on his shoulders.

Then, like a gust of wind passing by and leaving lightly, she withdrew her hand very naturally and crisply.

"Of course I value your friendship very much, Tom," she said softly, gazing into his eyes, "don't doubt it."

Riddle didn't speak.

He still gripped her wrist tightly.

"Let's go, I'll take you to my secret base." Pauline laughed lightly as if they had never had a conflict, she took Riddle's hand behind her back, and pulled him through the corridor, walking back and forth several times.

Riddle didn't know exactly what she was up to at first, but after they walked back and forth three times, a strange room appeared across from a troll portrait.

"To be precise, this is my secret kingdom," said Pauline softly.

They walked into this room.

Exquisite utensils are neatly placed on high and low shelves. The cold metallic color and the light of incandescent lamps complement each other, giving the spacious room a sense of mechanical rather than human coldness.Different test tubes are inserted. On the test tube rack, weird liquids are evaporating in the crucible, everything is absurd, professional and cold.

Riddle had never seen such a display before, it was a bit like a Muggle laboratory, but very wizard-style.

"I spent a lot of energy on how to arrange the laboratory." Pauline stood in front of the staggered shelves, and Riddle felt that she revealed a strange atmosphere after she came here-it's hard to describe, as if stripped The complex shell and camouflage are revealed, revealing the cold but real core.She has no expression on her face, but she is extremely focused, "After two years of experiments, and I personally went to the Muggle laboratory to experience it, I think this is the most satisfying pattern for me."

"If there is anything you don't know how to operate, or if you don't understand, I will teach you." She said without any emotion, "Now we divide the labor - there is not much time, this will be a long-term project, so our best It’s better not to rush and risk getting caught violating the curfew, it’s not worth the candle.”

Riddle stared at her, listening to her quickly explain the steps and division of labor of this experiment, looking at him as if looking at any experimental equipment in this room, and maybe even thought he was not so useful.

"So these are our tasks tonight, and we will try to finish them before 45:[-]. Am I clear enough?" she concluded.

Riddle couldn't help but think of the teasing gazes they cast intensively when they left the auditorium. He could fully imagine how many outrageous ambiguous gossips there would be at Hogwarts after they disappeared from everyone together for a few hours.

but--

He looked at Pauline appreciatively for a moment, but the latter's expression was calm and focused, and nothing but the experiment could distract her attention.She just waited quietly for his reaction.

"Yes." After looking at each other for a long time, he finally said in a dry voice, "I have no objection."

Pauline turned around.

Riddle stared at her back and kicked the laboratory cabinet angrily.

——But only Merlin and himself knew that Pauline came to him, maybe it was because the progress of the experiment was too slow, and he wanted to find free labor!

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