Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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For a long time afterwards, there were no extra twists and turns in their lives. Classes, experiments, and kisses were intertwined in every corner of Hogwarts, sometimes secretly, sometimes undisguised.

Usually, they don't kiss too often for short periods of time, and Pauline sometimes kisses Riddle, but when they part briefly and the latter tries to kiss her again, she breaks away from him early and just Dispassionately throwing themselves into their ongoing experiment as if nothing had happened.

At first, this irritated Riddle, and even felt a kind of humiliation of being played with, but he knew that this kind of irritation meant nothing to Pauline.He quickly learned how to hold her tightly when he kissed, as if he wanted to rub her into his body without letting go for a moment, letting their hearts beat secretly together in the tightly fitting chest cavity, kneading The same melody, how to forcefully continue a lingering and intense kiss.

On one occasion, when Pauline failed to push him away, she was visibly taken aback and somewhat displeased, and gave Riddle a vengeful pinch that nearly wrenched the flesh off his shoulder, but the Muscles twisted a bit, holding her closer with more strength and determination, deepening the kiss that was already at the end, climbing to a farther and more passionate boundary.

All night, they did nothing but kiss, just kiss.

For a while he kissed Pauline, and for a while Pauline kissed him back. Riddle never let anyone control him, he only accepted the fate of controlling others, but when Pauline pressed hard on him and lowered her head to kiss him At that time, he neither pushed her away nor resisted fiercely, but instead hugged her tightly, making the kiss deeper and longer.

When kissing, they are the most inseparable existence of each other, but when they separate, this connection seems to be quickly blocked, they can communicate coldly, discuss without emotion, and they hardly talk about anything except magic, They seldom quarrel, although they always speak with a touch of tit-for-tat.

None of them made any judgments about the relationship, and Riddle never referred to Pauline as his lover, just as Pauline never did.Even though all of Hogwarts believed that they were a couple in love, and they never denied it, they never talked about it with each other - in this case, they were tacit.

But there was indeed an unbreakable bond between them, tying them closer each day—and Riddle knew it.

He had to admit that he was uncommonly hesitant on this matter.

He is obviously not a person who would shy away from desires, and it is only natural for Riddle to plunder everything.He desperately wanted to conquer Pauline and possess her crazily, so he should do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.But only in this matter, in Pauline's body, it was difficult for him to make the decision that should have been completed.

Day by day Riddle realized more clearly that if he wanted to get closer to her, to have her, to have her, then he would give himself as much, a secret change and delivery that was completely foreign to him already in place. He does it intentionally or unintentionally, and once it has started, there is no way to stop it.

Until October of the fourth grade, the part of the magic contract that restrained Riddle from hurting Pauline officially expired. That night, Pauline still walked into the Room of Requirement in the most ordinary manner, as if she had completely forgotten about this. Things, arrange the progress of the night.

Riddle watched her quietly, trying to read evidence of her panic from her veiled expression, but failed.

She really didn't seem to be worried about it at all, not at all worried that he would suddenly pull out his wand and cast a jinx on her in a grim tone.

Oddly enough, Riddle realized that he hadn't actually aimed his wand at her.

And when he realized this, Riddle's face twisted, and an unspeakable embarrassment rushed towards him. He vaguely felt that this represented some kind of irreversible defeat, better than the deepest humiliation , and this humiliation was his own.

Subconsciously, he reached into his pocket and gripped his wand tightly, wanting to do something to prove that he could still do something.

"This week is Hogsmeade Week." Pauline said suddenly, her voice was very clear in the quiet laboratory, like an echo in a dream, "Are you planning to go to Hogsmeade?"

Riddle's hand was in his pocket, holding his wand stiffly.

He looked at her expressionlessly, as if he didn't know what expression to use to face her. After a while, he said quietly, "Why do you ask this?"

"If you don't have a reason to go, why don't you stay and finish the project with me." Pauline said naturally, "It's been more than a year, and I don't think there is anything unusual about Hogsmeade. The things you need can completely satisfy people." It’s a waste of time to help bring it back by yourself.”

During Hogsmeade week in the past year, Riddle had noticed Pauline's companions many times - although he didn't think it was anything worth mentioning, he did know who Pauline went with most often Hogsmeade, where to stay, he knows that she often wanders in Honeydukes, trying every new product, good or bad, buying a lot of sweets and desserts, giving them to friends or classmates from time to time, Familiar or not.

But she hadn't given it to Riddle, not once.

He restrained himself from thinking about this boring question, and vowed that he would never ask her shamefully, because this question should not be something he cared about, and it was not worth mentioning.

"It's really hard to see that you have such a cognition just by looking at your attitude of beckoning friends." Riddle said coldly, but he regretted it when the first word sounded, an unspeakable weirdness Filled his words, as if he really cared about something.If there is anything in the world that can take back the words that have been spoken, Riddle must snatch them and completely erase the words from the air.

Pauline obviously caught this weirdness, she gave him a surprised look, then bent her eyes thoughtfully, and said nothing.

Riddle wished he could take his wand and force her to explain what she was thinking.

"So, would you like to?" She skipped his sentence so naturally, and said briskly, "Sacrifice a Hogsmeade week and stay with me."

Those last two words pleased Riddle subtly, though he couldn't say why.

"When you ask me to make sacrifices for you, you should give something. You should understand this, Pauline." Riddle smiled slightly, staring at Pauline, although he himself did not know what he was doing this time. What do you want from Pauline, "Equivalent exchange, fair trade, this is our consistent rule, Pauline."

Pauline looked a little bored, she twirled her fingers nonchalantly around a lock of hair, round and round, around her fingertips, without looking at him, and it took a moment before she spoke.

"So, what do you want this time?" She said indifferently, as if she had expected his answer, but she was just waiting for an answer that didn't need to be asked.

Riddle was silent for a while.

When he made the condition, he didn't really think about anything, so when Pauline asked him back, he couldn't give an answer.

"I want everything you've asked someone to bring back from Hogsmeade this time," he said.

Pauline was visibly taken aback.

"I only asked someone to buy a new product from Honeydukes..." She stared at Riddle, as if she was looking at some incomprehensible puzzle, "Do you want this?"

Riddle was silent for another moment.

"That's right," he said.

Before Pauline could speak again, he said, "All, all to me."

All to him.

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