Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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It's been a long time since I played Riddle once.

I guess he couldn't make up his mind whether I was playing tricks on him or if I was really planning to get back at Agatha with my good grades.

The former possibility is a humiliation to him, the latter possibility... is a reminder of what a cautious, highly skilled nerd he has fallen into the hands of, and is likely to have to endure forever.

Merlin, he's miserable, isn't he?

But should Azkaban graduate students be ashamed of it?

I can only praise myself loudly for a job well done!

Things get interesting when I think of Riddle as a person, not a magical item.

I mean, I've played or fooled a lot of people, consciously or unconsciously, as a research object for exploring human nature.But due to etiquette, morality and sociality, I will change my goals frequently so as not to become a person who cannot integrate into society.

Riddle was different.

He can't escape, and he can't take revenge for the time being, and no one will think that I am sick and terrible because of this.

At best, my behavior is like that of a stinky child who intentionally poured boiling water into the ant nest. Maybe some kind-hearted people can't bear to look directly at it, but for the vast majority of people, it means nothing.

Excellent research object.

So, believe it or not, in my heart, he is really important.

"Tom, you haven't been around since the last chat, can you tell me what you're up to? I miss you."

"Tom, it's been a week, I think about you every day, if I do something wrong, please tell me? Don't ignore me, I can't lose you."

……

Alas, could it be that I was too wise and calm before, so Riddle didn't want to believe my love brain?

But this time I am sincere!

Where can I find such a portable companion who can give all-round guidance?

What I said may be half true or false, even I myself don't know whether what I said to him is false or false, but part of it is still a little bit true.

Like, I really admire him as a person, and if he happens to be good looking, maybe I'll go after him.

"You haven't written in that black book lately." On Valentine's morning, my roommate and I went to the auditorium for breakfast.Agatha said suddenly when I was immersed in a large glass of vanilla milk.

The air around me suddenly became quiet.

Without looking up, I can tell that a circle of ears has been pricked up around me.

Oh, what a hassle.

When you have been the first grader for seven consecutive years, you almost became the president of the student union. You can organize large and small groups to study and review, and you can blow up the opposite Slytherin or Gryffindor when you need to fight. When you look pretty good, it's really hard not to be the top in the eyes of the people around you.

——I really don't mean to show off.

"As I said a long time ago, I'm not in a relationship, nor have I had a crush on anyone." I gave her a sideways glance.

Agatha didn't really believe it, but Ollie believed it, "I knew it, how could there be so many people with all O's in NEWTs in this world?"

——Believe it or not, if I hadn't gone to school with her, her words would have become "How can there be people in this world with all O's in NEWTs?"

Wait, this is also a new idea.

I already know that Tom Riddle entered school in 1938, served as the president of the Boys’ Union, won a special contribution award, and is a Slytherin, but I haven’t verified whether he is an all-O student.

Since the first few pieces of information can't tell his later development, and can't let me find out his current information, but the NEWTs results are different. It's the information kept in the Ministry of Magic, and the personal file can be directly contacted...

——It sounds hard to get one, but in the British wizarding world full of alumni, and you happen to be a genius with a bright future and a well-connected social expert, it is not impossible to take a look at the non-special confidential files of.

I wrote down this incident and decided to write a letter to my senior sister who graduated two years ago and is now working in the Legal Enforcement Department under the arrangement of my family, asking her to help me find out the news.

However, in my mind, this conversation is over, in others' minds it is just the beginning.

"Sweet, how many Valentine's Day gifts have you received this year? It can't be more than when you were in the third grade, right? You are already in the seventh grade, so you should express it." The annoying guy arrived late , that is Avery from Slytherin. Since my second year, this person has been relentlessly teasing and teasing me in terms of words and actions, and since I am an all-O student with strong action and strength, After being taught how to be a man by me several times, he finally learned to play tricks.

I can't beat him up every time, no matter how many points Ravenclaw has, it's not like this.

"A self-righteous boy," Agatha commented during the dormitory chat, "thinking that by doing so, he can attract the attention of the girl he likes."

"To a certain extent, he did succeed." I said that I was a sharp and cold bastard, and if Agatha could spot it, I would have spotted it long ago, "If we meet outside of school, I don't mind giving him He's a curse."

——It's a pity that the Sorting Hat didn't sort me into Azkaban back then.

Having said so much, I don't want to show off my charm, mainly as a foreshadowing.

Because just a few minutes later, Gilderoy Lockhart, our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the school year, caught everyone's attention by waving in bright pink robes.

I'm too lazy to see him, no matter how good-looking he is, he can't hide his idiot and narcissism inside.

If Avery and Wittman's arrogance is 5, then Lockhart is 50. I may be born with a greasy allergy, and I can't stand this greasy confident man.

In my heart, I naturally have a set of aesthetics that is incompatible with normal people-well, considering that I am already abnormal enough, it is understandable that the aesthetics are strange.

I like a rich and knowledgeable interior with an extraordinary appearance, and I can accept a mediocre soul with an ordinary appearance, but I cannot accept ignorance and greasy hidden under a handsome skin, or a polymath with an ugly appearance.

At least when it comes to choosing a mate, I would rather accept an ignorant and ordinary-looking person than a learned but ordinary-looking person.

I hate that white jade is flawed.

Merlin, that sounds really sick, doesn't it?

I admit, in some ways, I'm a bit crazy.

I've tried very hard to restrain myself, so no one has discovered my pathological aesthetics, but at least in terms of mate selection, I think I still have the freedom to let it go.

Therefore, Tom Riddle had better be a handsome guy, otherwise I really don't guarantee that I will destroy the diary the moment I learn what he looks like.

But, while I was sinking my milk, Lockhart announced the second most dire news of the school year - second only to the news that he will be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor:

"My friendly little Cupids with greeting cards! They're going to be wandering around the school today delivering you Valentine's Day cards!"

I looked at the twelve dwarfs with sullen faces in horror.

Lockhart didn't realize that he was out of place at all, and said beamingly, "Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make Ecstasy? And Professor Flitwick, this cunning old dog, he is better than me. More masters of enchanting magic than any wizard I've ever met."

Professor Flitwick buried his face in his hands.

Snape looked somber as if he wanted to poison anyone who dared to talk to him.

"Merlin..." I trembled and wailed in horror, "Is it still too late to escape to Azkaban?"

"I'm afraid it's too late, my dear." Ollie looked at me with pity. "Unless you kill Lockhart now - believe me, there will be many people who will be grateful to you."

"Help me—"