Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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When it was time to go to Hogsmeade, their experiments became lackluster. They repeated the same steps all morning, trying that spell that was too cumbersome for underage students. It didn't stop for a moment, and it didn't work out until almost lunch time.

As they walked out of the Great Hall and across the wide lawn, a year or two peeped over and asked Pauline, thinking it was natural, "Aren't you going to Hogsmeade this week? Is it useful to stay at school?" What's the matter?"

"Maybe when you're in your fourth year, you'll understand what I'm thinking now," Pauline smiled, without breaking the point of his gossip. "Hogsmeade isn't more interesting than Hogwarts. Who stays together." She glanced at Riddle meaningfully, with a faint smile, making it difficult to guess whether she was sincere or not.

The second grade thought they understood, looked teasingly at Riddle beside her, and slipped away with a smile.

Riddle watched her quietly.

"You don't regret staying, do you?" Pauline joked, putting her arm around his. "Does staying with me leave you with nothing to say, Tom?"

"I thought that my stay at Hogwarts instead of Hogsmeade today is enough to explain my attitude." Riddle gave her a cold look.

He put his arm around Pauline's waist, and walked across the wide lawn with his arm around her. The November wind was already chilling, but Pauline could still feel the warmth of the wind from her waist through her thin trench coat. Come scorching hot.

"Explain your...attitude." Pauline smiled lightly, as if she was chewing the word, and it was difficult for Riddle to figure out what she was thinking from the broken words—on Pauline, this result was not Strange.

Still, he did his best to resist the urge to ask her, so as not to fool her into thinking he really cared.

When they passed the Astronomy Tower, they turned up.

Fragments of sunlight sprinkled on the open platform brought imperceptible warmth in the cold wind, and everything that entered the eyes had a gentle golden light.

Pauline casually put her hand into Riddle's pocket, and he grabbed it and held it in his hand.

"I really hope you can understand the truth of what clothes to wear in which season." Riddle said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "You don't think you can jump into a book, do you?" Seeing Pauline's slightly cold hand, the hand holding her also became warm.

They sat in front of the platform, overlooking the empty and quiet Hogwarts.

"The temperature suddenly dropped today, so I didn't have time to change my coat." Pauline said casually, "It's not too cold in the castle anyway, and the Room of Requirement can adjust the temperature as you like, just add two warming charms to yourself once in a while." She said, He suddenly turned his head and looked at Riddle with a smile, "Besides, don't I still have you?"

Riddle tightened his grip on her slightly, and quickly responded with a sneer, "I don't remember when I became your house elf."

But he did quickly draw out his wand and cast Pauline with a Warming Charm.

Pauline gave a small laugh.

Riddle gave her a cold look.

Pauline tilted her head and leaned quietly on his shoulder.

They sat together quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

"Speaking of which, it seems that we have never been to Hogsmeade together." After a while, Pauline suddenly said, "Who did you go with before?"

Riddle tightened his grip on her slightly.

"I probably never found out that we had to go together," he sneered coldly, "and I don't see how it matters to you who I go to Hogsmeade with."

Pauline slouched on his shoulder and snorted slightly. "Duplicity," she said.

Riddle squeezed her hand tightly, and turned slightly - Pauline still leaning on his shoulder, and he lowered his head slightly, staring sullenly at Pauline's smooth forehead.

He sneered coldly, "It's rare for me to have such blind confidence, Pauline."

Pauline listened quietly to him.

"Honeydukes' new product." She said softly, "Tom, I really didn't know, but you are also a loyal customer of their family."

"I really hope you can think that maybe I just want to take away what you want and leave you empty-handed." Riddle said coldly.

"Take what I want..." Pauline repeated softly. She seemed to smile, or not, almost imperceptibly, but she quickly moved away from Riddle's shoulder, straightened up, and looked at it thoughtfully. He, "It seems that you think you know exactly what I want?"

Riddle carefully weighed her with his dark and deep pupils.

He squeezed Pauline's hand threateningly.

"Ah, so you are still not sure." Pauline said softly, "This is really rare, Tom, I have never seen you so hesitant. In your heart, I am more elusive than the profound black magic. ?"

Riddle looked at her blankly.

He won't admit it, but he won't deny it either. In fact, this can't explain anything, it just represents his extraordinary talent in the dark arts-if he had to say it himself, Riddle really couldn't see what it meant A place to be proud of.

"So," drew out Pauline, looking at him thoughtfully with her clear eyes, "Tom, what do you think I want?"

Riddle didn't speak.

He looked at her coldly, as if trying to make her shrink back through this gaze.

But Pauline bent her eyes, put her arms around his shoulders, leaned against his chest, raised her head slightly, and her lips moved and brushed against his cheeks. It seemed to itch, but I couldn't tell where it was. , what do you want?"

He subconsciously put his arms around her and stared at her closely.

Pauline smiled silently.

She lowered her head, buried her face in Riddle's neck, and leaned lazily in his arms.

Riddle wrapped his arms around her waist.

They cuddled quietly for a long time and didn't realize it until the sun was almost down.

"It's time for them to come back from Hogsmeade." Pauline's face was still buried in Riddle's neck, her voice muffled, trembling along his collarbone to his chest, and for a moment he didn't even Heard what she was saying, "...I'm asking for the second help I can—"

Riddle slightly tightened his arms around her.

"It's the same request." Pauline smiled slightly, "Back me back to the Ravenclaw tower?"

Pauline was buried in Riddle's arms. They couldn't see each other's expressions clearly. A long silence spread between them and surrounded them. No one spoke.

Until the din of students returning from Hogsmeade echoed over the castle.

"Of course, why not?" Riddle's voice sounded the same as usual, very natural, and even seemed reasonable, "I can't think of a reason to refuse, Pauline."

Why refuse?He thought, of course there is no reason to refuse.

Surely he wanted more than a candy bar, didn't he?

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