Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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Riddle had to admit that when Pauline was in the lab, she was in a different state than she was anywhere else.

When she was in the laboratory, she had a cold inhuman feeling, the pinnacle of precision, rationality, and concentration, and she abandoned all emotional fluctuations, just like a precision machine operating under high load.Whoever sees her here will feel a subtle sense of fit between her and the laboratory, as if she was born to belong here.

While Riddle was familiar with those weird experimental equipment, he observed her calmly. Whenever he raised his head and cast his gaze at her vaguely, no matter what Pauline was doing, she would be absorbed in her thoughts, and she would do nothing. Nothing can bother her, and no problem can hold her back.He was sitting across from her, but she acted as if she was the only one here, and no one could take her attention away.

Such Pauline was very strange to Riddle.

"There are still fifteen minutes until nine forty-five." When Riddle looked at Pauline again, she suddenly looked up, "Is your part finished? We can do the first experiment-or you haven't finished yet ? It’s the first time I’ve worked with someone, and I don’t know the progress of others.”

The words ignited a slight offense in Riddle's heart.

"Of course." He said coldly, lifted up the test tube rack and the small crystal bottle in his hand, and placed them in front of Pauline, "What do you think?" He sneered, "It's so simple Is that what you need a helper to do for you? I have to say, Pauline, I thought you could provide me with some less banal fun."

"I haven't worked with anyone else," said Pauline flatly, and Riddle noticed that her face was expressionless, that there was none of the vividness he had seen on her face, no emotion, not even that. There is no such cunning that makes his heart jump, and this discovery makes him very uncomfortable, "The workload I assigned to you is 30.00% of the total, which is the bottom line in my opinion. If you can't finish on time, I think we will There is no need to continue to cooperate.”

Riddle looked slightly annoyed at Pauline's slight.

"Of course, my estimate is too conservative. You obviously have the ability to take on more and more important tasks." Pauline continued, "This is undoubtedly good news for our research. Maybe we can solve it in half a month." It’s done.” She said, she was dealing with the experimental equipment all the time, “The next thing we have to do is the first formal experiment. According to my experience, it is basically impossible to succeed this time, but it is very useful for summing up experience. "

Her speech was fast, and once she talked about the main points of the experiment, she was extremely concise and jumpy. Riddle had no time to react to her previous contempt, lest she didn't react and couldn't keep up with her rhythm—if he still wanted to wave Lin stopped to explain to him that Riddle must have wished to kill himself for such a shameful humiliation.

"In short, it is more difficult and dangerous to get started for the first time, so I will do it." Pauline concluded, "You just need to watch from the side."

Although she didn't show any expression, Riddle felt her calm contempt that didn't need to be repeated.

Although Pauline used many means to pull him into her experiment, she didn't really regard him as a collaborator, and she regarded him more like her assistant or follower, and she didn't expect much from him. , and he doesn't need to do too much work, he just needs to do odd jobs.

Miscellaneous.

Riddle was deeply irritated by this unintentional contempt hidden under the iceberg.

"I think this is a subject that I'm very interested in too." He said calmly, his dark pupils fixed on Pauline's eyes, "Last year we tied for first place in the final grades of general subjects, Pauline, There is no doubt that you have no advantage over me on the road of studying magic."

Pauline's face finally tinged with surprise.

"So," she looked at Riddle a little delicately, seemingly totally unaware of his request, "are you going to..."

"Why don't you let me try?" Riddle said softly, "Since you don't trust my ability so much, maybe I can at least get a chance to prove myself."

Pauline looked genuinely surprised.

"Oh," she said, looking thoughtfully at Riddle with probing eyes, "this experiment is still dangerous. I thought... Anyway, since you insist, Tom, why not?"

She made a "please" gesture.

Riddle was still a little unhappy, maybe because of the "dangerousness" that Pauline emphasized, maybe she believed that he would hand over the dangerous steps to her, so she didn't expect him at all.This may not be a bad estimate, but...

He raised his wand grimly.

Pauline folded her hands on the table and watched him silently.

Riddle was determined to go all out, to show her what he was capable of, before she belittled him so arrogantly again.

Indeed, as he said, he has gone farther than almost all his peers on the road of studying magic. Even though some equipment is not easy to use, he still perfectly realizes her magic with his powerful talent and exquisite control. Each of the steps mentioned before has even been adjusted more appropriately according to his own habits, and the whole experiment has become orderly in his hands, more like an art.

Pauline looked at him intently.

Nine forty.

The turquoise smoke spread out little by little, covering the laboratory, dyeing the icy metallic color into hazy turquoise, blurring their vision.

Riddle's expression also became extremely focused.

He waved his magic wand lightly, and the crystal bottle containing the crystal red liquid flew up. He carefully manipulated a drop of liquid to fall. Everything was calm, and the experiment was about to be successfully completed.

Suddenly, the turquoise smoke evaporated violently, as if a fire was burning, and suddenly filled the entire room, causing Riddle and Pauline to cough violently.

Riddle didn't have the energy to take care of the annoying smoke, all his mind was on keeping the experiment from getting out of control.

With a flick of her wand, Pauline cast a spell on herself, briefly dispelling the sticky smoke.

Just as she was about to add a spell to Riddle, there was a slight cracking sound.

"boom--"

The scorching air blasted towards them, and Pauline cast several dispelling spells swiftly.

After a period of chaos, everything finally calmed down again.

Riddle gripped his wand tightly, his face extremely pale.

"It's a perfect operation, and I couldn't do it better." Pauline thought he was annoyed at the failure of the experiment, and she said flatly, "This will be very helpful for our next experiment—the experiment is In this way, finding success in constant failure is boring and bitter, but worth it.” She really doesn’t think it’s a big deal, and she herself has failed countless times in different experiments.

But Riddle's expression didn't change for the better because of her words.

"What's wrong?" Pauline looked over suspiciously.

Her eyes froze.

"Oh——" She opened her eyes slightly, she completely let go of the concentration of abandoning all emotions in the laboratory, and quickly walked towards Riddle, "What's going on?"

She reached out and stroked Riddle's cheek, but the latter didn't stop, "Did you get splashed with scarlet tears when it exploded just now?"

A fingernail-sized black and red circular mark appeared on Riddle's handsome white side face, which was particularly ferocious, and even had an evil and weird feeling after looking at it for a long time. This did not detract from his handsomeness, but it was conspicuous enough.

"You handled it in a timely manner." Pauline looked at it intently for a while, then stroked her thumb lightly, and there was no abnormality in the touch, "Scarlet tears are very dangerous and evil materials. If you don't handle them properly, they will bring you irreversible damage." Injury—it’s no big deal for you now, just wait for two days and it will fade away.”

"It's not a big deal." She said, and was about to withdraw her hand, but Riddle grabbed her wrist.

"Just wait for two days and it will go away." He said in an unclear tone, "Sounds really good, but how should I spend these two days? Potions class is tomorrow morning, clever Miss Sweet, maybe you can help I figured out how to make Slughorn ignore the scarlet tears on my face - knowing that such traces cannot be removed in advance?"

Pauline's eyes wandered for a moment, "This shouldn't be a difficult task... You are a Slytherin, Slughorn's favorite student."

Riddle sneered, "A favorite student who will steal professor's materials?" He stared at Pauline coldly and warned her, "This is not my business alone, Pauline, if you are not willing to take responsibility, just If you want to leave the mess to me."

"But it doesn't make sense?" Pauline quibbled, "You asked to do the experiment yourself, and it failed in your hands, and you were the one who was splashed by the scarlet tears, so it's only natural for you to deal with the follow-up troubles." Right?" She said, and patted Riddle's shoulder decently, "Tom, I know that with your ability, it's easy to solve this little trouble, you are the only one I have in Hogwarts. Appreciative people."

Riddle wasn't fooled by her sugar-coated cannonballs.

"It's a perfect operation, and I couldn't do it better." He repeated Pauline's previous words with no expression on his face. Finding success in failure is boring and bitter, but worth it.”

Pauline's expression became awkward. "Okay, okay," she said reluctantly, "since we're partners now, it makes sense that we should really figure things out together...but Scarlet Tears left Except for time, no one can remove the traces, at least I can't find a way." She stared at the traces on Riddle's face for a long time irritably.

Riddle stared at her blankly.

In fact, as Pauline said, it was not impossible for him to cover it up without erasing the traces, but he just didn't want to see her let it go so easily.

Why?Riddle thought, she couldn't let her leave him with a back forever, could she?

Not that easy, he thought.

"Can't you really pretend to be sick in the dormitory for two days?" Pauline frowned. "No, they will definitely send you to Mrs. Albert... What a trouble."

"I'm glad you figured that out," Riddle sneered.

It was hard to know what was going on in his mind. He lowered his head slightly and stared at Pauline's face which was close at hand. There was clearly a mark of trouble on his face, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Well, in that case—" Pauline let go of her hand on his cheek, and looked at him with her arms folded, looking sullen and a little... Subtle gleeful, she asked him in a warning tone, "Tom, are you sure you're going to leave this mess to me?"

Riddle felt bad, but he persisted.

"Of course," he said, looking quickly across Pauline's face as if to read her intentions, "I don't think there's anything to hesitate about."

"That's what you said." Pauline gave him a half-smile look.

Riddle's premonition grew stronger.

Pauline waved her wand, gathered up some of the things they had brought, and led Riddle down the tangle of stairs. She asked Riddle to cover his face, or simply conceal it with the Disillusionment Charm, and he chose the former.

"I'll go in and get the props, and I'll be out soon." Pauline led him near the Ravenclaw Tower. "Find a corner and wait for me for a while."

To be honest, Riddle doubted whether she would ever come out.

But Pauline gave him no time to hesitate.After she finished speaking, she turned and entered the Ravenclaw common room, surrounded by only the young lovers who were still reluctant to leave, and occasionally looked at Riddle with gossiping eyes, and he suppressed his unhappiness.

A few minutes later, Pauline did come out of the Ravenclaw lounge—a discovery that gave Riddle both a sense of relief and a subtle sense of elation and glee, though he couldn't tell whether it was for what.

"I'll ask you one last time." Under the dim light, Pauline stood in front of him like a nymph walking out of an oil painting, with black hair and red lips, with a half-smile and asked him in a warning tone, "Tom, are you sure?" decision for me to settle this matter?"

Riddle's bad premonition almost opened his head, and his rationality told him that it is best to change his mind now.

But he stared at her deeply, and heard his incomparably certain voice——

"Of course," he said.

"Since you insist...don't say I didn't warn you." Pauline stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled softly, triumphant and malicious.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, held Riddle's face, lowered it slightly, and then approached so lightly, and under Riddle's shocked gaze, gently kissed his cheek.