Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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When Pauline wants to squeeze her way into another person's life, it must be a very easy thing to do, and no one knows this better than Riddle.

"I don't like onions." At dinner, she wrinkled her nose and picked all the onions from the beef soup into Riddle's plate. "Why do British recipes always like to add such weird things?"

"When you say that others are weird, I think you have every reason to think about whether the problem lies with you." Riddle said coldly, holding a fork, frowning as she picked and picked, "Picky eaters," he hummed Laughed, "Miss is wrong."

"But you don't dislike my lady's bug." Pauline grimaced at him, "If something doesn't disgust you, I don't think it's fair to call it a 'fault'. "

Riddle sneered, but he made no comment on the subject of dislike or distaste, and ate the onions with the potato chips mixed with the beef broth.

"Are you going to astronomy class with me tonight?" he asked.

This semester, Ravenclaw and Slytherin's schedules still don't overlap much, only astronomy and potions are arranged together, and Pauline doesn't always go with him, sometimes she will go with her roommate. Group, let them follow to get an O.

"I think, I'm not sure—" Pauline drew out.

Riddle immediately turned his head and frowned at her.

"What do you mean by not sure?" he asked.

Pauline poked at the peas on the plate carelessly.

"Not sure means—" she said displeasedly, "if you never learn to use 'we' when speaking to your girlfriend, then we'd better not go together."

Riddle really didn't know what she meant by fussing about these details.

"Okay," he paused, and changed his words impatiently, "shall we go to astronomy class together today?"

When he really spoke, he suddenly realized that the word "we" seemed to imply some intimidating and overly intimate magic power, forcefully erasing a person's last safe distance.This feeling was so vague that he thought it was his illusion, so he resisted the awkwardness and finished speaking.

Pauline still bowed her head and plucked at her peas. After a while, Riddle was almost impatient and said, "Okay, I promise."

Riddle looked slightly annoyed, because he found that what had been a casual question had turned into an invitation—as if he was really looking forward to their class together, which was not the case at all!

But Pauline never looked at him. She took a sip of the grape juice and looked contented.

It's too late to correct this misunderstanding now, as if he really, really cares.

Riddle looked at her coldly for a while, then turned his head unwillingly, stared at his plate, and made up his mind not to talk to her tonight.

They finished the meal in silence, and Pauline greeted him casually before heading towards the Ravenclaw table.

Riddle stared at her back coldly, without speaking for a long time.

"Hey, kid!" With an arm heavily pressed on his shoulder, Riddle subconsciously held the wand in his pocket. He turned his head coldly, and found that what was squeezed over was a piece of paper that would never appear in a normal place. The faces on the Slytherin table.

Pauline's cousin, Ignatius Prewett - a Gryffindor.

Dazzling gold and scarlet were incompatible on the silver-green Slytherin long table, Riddle frowned, the title of "Boline's cousin" did not make a Gryffindor more acceptable in his heart, Especially when Ignatius Prewett was hostile to him this year.

But Ignatius apparently didn't come to befriend him either.

"I heard you and Pauline are officially together, is that true?" the red-haired Gryffindor glared at him menacingly.

Riddle tried to take the arm off his shoulder, but the Gryffindor was as strong as a troll, and unless he wanted to fight Ignatius in front of everyone, he couldn't shake it off. Lose.

"If that's what you want to ask," Riddle sneered, "Pauline asked me if I wanted to date her, and I said yes, yes."

He is so good at irritating others, Ignatius widened his eyes and was furious, he clenched his shoulders almost instantly, almost crushing his shoulders - Riddle's face was slightly distorted one time.

"How dare you let Pauline confess to you? Pauline took the initiative to confess?" Ignatius' face was almost so gloomy that he could drip water, "How dare you?"

Riddle could appreciate Ignatius' expression this time.

"Obviously, she likes me and wants to fall in love with me, that's what it is." He looked at Ignatius' distorted expression and sneered, "It seems a pity that your cousin knows better than you Identify people who are worthy of admiration." When he said this, he paused and nodded politely to Lucretia Black, "No offense, I didn't say what you meant."

Lucretia Black twitched the corner of her mouth in embarrassment.

"Lisa—" Ignatius called out eagerly, staring at Riddle in disbelief, "how did you know about us?"

Riddle smiled slightly.

"Pauline trusts me as much as I trust her," he said pointedly, looking at Ignatius maliciously.

"Just make it up." But Ignatius' face softened, and he sneered, "I'm afraid you don't know what kind of person she is, so you're just pretending here. Let me tell you, Bo and I When Lin met, you didn't know where you were."

Riddle's face immediately darkened.

"That's normal," Ignatius sneered. "For a guy like you, Pauline is just trying to figure something new out—you don't even know what she's going to do in the future, do you?"

Riddle stared at him coldly, and subconsciously stroked his wand.

"Stop holding your wand. You're not good at solving problems. You know how to use magic to solve people who ask questions all day long. It's ridiculous." Ignatius laughed louder, "You don't necessarily like it anyway. She, it’s okay, if you don’t understand it, don’t understand it, it’s all for fun, sooner or later it will be divided.” He said, stood up, greeted Lucretia generously, and was about to leave.

Riddle's expression twisted.

"I want to see who dares to touch my things." He sneered contemptuously.

Ignatius paused.

"Your stuff," he repeated, giving Riddle a placid look and shaking his head, "you're not as good as those Muggle boys I saw at Pauline's birthday party—at least they'd Say 'Like'."

Before Riddle had time to think about what happened to "those Muggle boys", Ignatius' words overwhelmed him with great humiliation.

"Like? Of course I like her," he said coldly. "What I like must be mine. There is no difference between the two."

They parted badly.

"I heard that Ignatius came to see you tonight." In astronomy class, Pauline and he were in a group, and they looked at the starry sky in turn facing a telescope. Pauline asked him casually, "Is he To warn you to break up with me immediately?"

In fact, Riddle was upset and annoyed by this all night, but he didn't intend to tell Pauline lest she misunderstand that he really cared about it--of course no, it's nothing to care about, no more than that. Any kind of black magic is more appealing.

He decided to bring it up in a calmer tone, "Yeah," he said, "thanks to him, I've had the pleasure of learning something about your... Muggle boy friends who have the audacity to 'like' thing."

But when he finished, he immediately realized that he had chosen the wrong topic, because no matter how you looked at it, the sentence seemed like sour grapes soaked in cold water, although he was sure that he didn't mean it. Well, of course he didn't care if some Muggle boys liked Pauline or not.

—Of course not, Riddle threatened himself with conviction.

Pauline gave him a surprised look, and soon seemed to be amused. "What nonsense is he talking about? Muggle boy friends?" She laughed. "I see, he must be talking about Leon and their— That's my grandfather's friend of the same age, we grew up together, we have a good relationship, before my grandfather thought of getting us engaged."

Riddle didn't see even the slightest trace of earnestness on her face.

She really took the subject as a casual chitchat, maybe even a joke.

"Why not?" he sneered. "Introduction by elders, aristocratic marriage, I don't see any reason to refuse, Pauline, except that the man is a weak and pathetic Muggle."

Pauline paused for a moment with the hand holding the telescope.

"Excuse me," she said, looking at Riddle with an extremely strange look. "Are you jealous? Tom, don't tell me you're jealous of some Muggles—I thought you looked down on them at all." .”

Riddle looked at her coldly, he did not deny that part of what she said was correct, although he would not point out which part was correct, "If you think I will allow others to covet my lover, then you are very wrong Already." He emphasized the pronunciation of "my" and sneered coldly, "With your character, it is really hard not to be suspicious, even if you are a Muggle, you may not be picky."

Pauline was silent for an eerie moment, so long that Riddle almost felt slightly uneasy.

"So," she came out from behind the astronomical telescope, and gave up her seat to the students who lined up behind, "Ignatius told you that there is a Muggle boy who likes me, so did you tell him that you like me?"

Riddle sneered subconsciously, "I wouldn't say that—"

"That's a very simple matter." Pauline interrupted him, and she didn't seem very interested. She said coldly, "Whether someone likes me doesn't matter whether I like you or you don't like me."

Riddle looked almost bewildered.

He looked at Pauline oddly, as if she'd just said she was going to dance with the troll. , "Yes, I am not really surprised by this, Pauline, I have expected it."

Pauline rolled her eyes at him, and simply turned back to finish her star chart homework in her notebook.

She didn't seem to care about the conversation just now, and she didn't take their conversation seriously. Riddle said that she was as casual as if she said that the weather was not good today, which made him feel I'm more of an idiot.

He stared after her annoyedly, unable to say anything until Pauline stuffed the half-drawn star map into his hand along with the pen.

"You don't want me to finish writing alone, do you?" She said bluntly, "I'm not in a group with you to let you rub my homework."

Riddle twitched slightly annoyed, but quickly took over the notebook, and quickly redrawn on the star map with a sullen expression.

Pauline shrugged and sat on the window sill with her hands propped up. She turned her head and looked out the window quietly. Hogwarts under the starry sky was quiet, mysterious and beautiful.She and the distance are scenery.

"Speaking of it," Riddle looked up at her, then quickly lowered his head, and said in a casual tone, "I don't think I've heard you mention it. What do you want to do after graduation?"

Pauline only gave him a quiet profile.

Hearing this question, she didn't even turn her head, still looking at the scenery outside the window, "Why do you ask this suddenly?" She asked, but she didn't care about the answer at all, and she didn't care why he asked, "Go to Ma Go to Gua University to study."

The tip of Riddle's drawing pen stopped abruptly.

Before Ignatius laughed at him, he really never thought about what Pauline would do in the future. They never communicated about it, but after Ignatius mentioned it, Riddle couldn't help thinking about the answer to this question.

He thought that with Pauline's passion for knowledge, she might stay at Hogwarts to teach, or she might do nothing and focus on studying magic—anyway, she could afford it with her background, or...continue with him. Study magic together.

But anyway, it never occurred to him that Pauline might not stay in the wizarding world, and she would choose to go back to the Muggle world?

"So that's your choice?" he said skeptically. "Leaving the wizarding world and continuing to be a Muggle?" He might have begun to sneer grimly if he hadn't known that he might irritate Pauline.Riddle admitted that he was irritated by the answer, though he couldn't tell whether it was because of her stupid choice or the possibility of her breaking up with him in the future.

"I see no point in asking that repeatedly," said Pauline flatly, "unless repeating it doesn't make you understand what I'm saying."

Riddle's face twisted for a moment.

"Unfortunately, my grammar is O," he said coldly, "I just can't understand what kind of person would make such a... choice." Adjectives that create meaningless conflict, "I thought you'd keep studying magic."

"The study of magic does not conflict with the study of Muggle science," Pauline said quietly. "I don't think magic is superior to Muggle science. You know, I respect all knowledge."

Riddle tried to restrain his inexplicable anger.

"Oh, is it?" he said coldly. "Typical Ravenclaw, isn't it? Your great pursuit of knowledge and egalitarian attitude is truly amazing."

Pauline looked back at last.

"You're so weird today," she frowned. "Do you have any problems with me or Ravenclaw?"

Riddle knew that anything he said at this point was likely to turn into a quarrel--Pauline was not a good-natured kind.He stared at her closely, looked at her for a while, lowered his head, continued to draw on the star map, and said nonchalantly, "No, I'm just a little curious, don't you want anything other than knowledge?"

"Like?" Pauline's tone was still cold.

"Like power, strength, wealth...or whatever," said Riddle. "Aren't you interested in that?" He stared at Pauline.

"It doesn't matter if you have it or not." She said with a lack of interest, "I don't refuse, but if it hinders my pursuit of knowledge, I would rather not have it, and I would not waste my energy pursuing it."

Riddle was silent for a while.

"Why a Muggle university?" he asked.

"Huh?" Pauline gave him a suspicious look.

"Magic is also knowledge." Riddle didn't look at her, "Why does it have to be a Muggle university?"

Pauline raised an eyebrow.

"Since Grindelwald's influence has spread all over Europe, several of the most famous research institutes in the magic world have been closed one after another." She said, "If the Romanian Institute is still open, maybe I will go, but—" She shrugged Shrugged, "Compared to working alone behind closed doors, I still prefer to cooperate with a group of smart people on projects, at least it is more efficient, and if the results are researched in the Muggle world, it will also be of great benefit to our family."

Riddle knew she was talking about her Muggle relatives.

"So you're staying in the Muggle world?" he asked, with an unsettling calm in his voice, "Aren't you going back to the wizarding world?"

"Perhaps?" Pauline didn't seem to be aware of the waves of calm he was trying to maintain—although, with the level of acuity Riddle knew of her, that was hardly possible.She said casually, "See what topics I'm more interested in then."

The quill in Riddle's hand was almost crushed by him.

"It's really admirable," he sneered, gritted his teeth. "For you, there is nothing in the wizarding world that is worthy of your nostalgia except knowledge. Pauline, I have to say a word of admiration to you."

Pauline looked at him for a moment with her head on one side.

"If that's the case, it's not entirely true," she said.

"What do you mean?" Riddle asked coldly.

"Besides knowledge, the wizarding world is not irresistible." Pauline straightened her temples, which were blown by the evening wind, and the quiet moonlight outlined her slender silhouette, covering her with a thin veil of light. Love, she said with a smile, "I still have relatives and friends here? And Hogwarts, all the professors, and the seven years I spent here... These will be my deep nostalgia in the future s things."

Riddle pursed his lips tightly, but he didn't speak.

"And," Pauline's speech slowed down, she looked at Riddle and said softly, "...you are still here."

Riddle quickly raised his head, his expression was very strange, like a poisonous snake seeing the ferocity of its prey, and also like unexpected excitement and weighing, almost distorted, and stared at her with almost frightening eyes.

Pauline looked at him quietly for a moment, then turned her head and looked out the window again.

Riddle still stared at her intently.

"Then you stay in the wizarding world," he said, in a decisive, commanding voice. "You're a witch, and you belong here."

Pauline laughed slightly.

"But my home is in the Muggle world," she said. "Where I want to stay depends on my interests. There is no place I have to stay."

Riddle felt an unbearable irritability.

"What about you?" Pauline asked suddenly.

"Me what?" Riddle asked coldly.

"What do you want?" she asked. "What do you want to do in the future?"

Riddle blurted out, "I want to become stronger." He said domineeringly, "I will become the greatest wizard in the world." As for how to achieve this goal, he didn't have much idea yet, but he knew he would.

Pauline watched him for a moment.

"Great ideals," she said quietly. "Very ambitious, typical Slytherin."

Riddle glared at her, seemingly displeased with her curt assessment and calm response.

"So," he said imperiously, "you agree that my goal is achievable?"

Pauline smiled slightly.

"It doesn't really matter to me, Tom." She said casually, "I'll go to college after graduation—maybe go to the United States, anyway, the battlefield is not there, it's still safer than Europe Yes. I heard that wizards in the United States are more open than those in Europe, so I really want to see it."

Riddle threw the quill on the table unbearably, and stood up abruptly, attracting the attention of several students around him.

He strode toward Pauline.

"What do you want? The professor is coming to see—"

Riddle grabbed Pauline's wrist, pulled her off the window sill, and leaned firmly against the window, staring at her fiercely. "Listen," he said in a commanding tone, "you just Stay in the wizarding world of England and not go anywhere." He warned her, "I won't let you go to America or anywhere else, you're a witch, you should stay in the wizarding world!"

Pauline stared at him with inarticulate eyes.

"Aren't you a bit lenient?" She said tactfully, "It's no big deal if I'm missing in the wizarding world."

"I won't allow it," Riddle said bluntly.

Pauline rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you might—"

"Children, if you have something to whisper, you can say it after class." The astronomy professor walked up to them at some point, and said with a smile, "I think it's better to leave the time for Xingkong, what do you think?"

There was a low roar of laughter immediately from the Astronomy Tower.

Pauline quickly shook off Riddle's hand.

They stood up straight, separated as if nothing had happened, opened their star maps, and did not look at each other until the end of get out of class.

When the clock struck midnight, many students were too sleepy to keep their eyes open. They grabbed their textbooks and walked down the Astronomy Tower in twos and threes.

Pauline packed her things silently, but was grabbed by Riddle and stayed at the end.

She folded her arms and looked at him impatiently. "You don't want me to fight with you, Tom?"

Riddle didn't pay attention to her words. He stared at Pauline closely and said coldly, "I want you to promise me that you will stay in the wizarding world, Pauline."

"What if I say no? Are you going to take out your wand and cast a jinx on me?" Pauline asked bluntly, looking at Riddle with a little boredom. "I don't understand what my career plans have to do with you." ——Look, you don't even want to say a word that you like me, so why pretend to care?"

Riddle stared at her vigorously and didn't speak for a long time.

"I want..." He was about to say that no one could stop what he wanted, but soon he thought of Ignatius' warning, hesitated, and swallowed the words.

He was completely at a loss for words now, but he gave Pauline a hard look, as if trying to persuade her with it.

"Okay," Pauline stretched out her hand, took his arm, and kissed him lightly on the corner of his lips very naturally, Riddle's Adam's apple rolled slowly as he swallowed, "There is really no need for us to worry about it." This kind of thing quarrels." She kissed him instantly, and smiled at him close at hand.

"Everyone has a dream of becoming the greatest wizard in the world," Pauline said softly, "But Tom, the difference between you and them is that they can only stop at their dreams, and you will get it." Del, his brows and eyes frowned, "I never doubted this."

Riddle's face changed suddenly, as if suddenly illuminated by starlight, and he stared at Pauline closely, his eyes were so focused and excited that it was scary, "You really think so?" he asked.

Pauline smiled slightly.

She nodded.

Riddle smiled slightly, and his handsome face revealed a kind of fanatical joy and complacency, which made his delicate features almost rough.But he still remembered the topic just now, "But you didn't promise me—"

"It's dirty here," Pauline interrupted him suddenly.She stretched out her hand and tapped the white shirt on Riddle's chest, where a trace of red ink was stained at some point.

Riddle frowned.

Pauline took out her wand very naturally, and pointed at the ink mark.

The traces of red ink disappeared.

She put away her wand.

"It's really interesting." She said suddenly.

"What?" Riddle frowned.

"You didn't jump up and attack me when I pointed my wand at you," said Pauline. "You just stood there—I didn't expect that."

Riddle was taken aback.

His face suddenly became ugly.

"So you already trust me." Pauline tilted her head and glanced at him. "I thought it was impossible."

Riddle glared at her viciously.

"It's a novelty, I must say, and it cheers me up a little," said Pauline briskly.

She glanced at Riddle, then moved closer, and smiled softly in his ear, "So," she said, in a voice as soft as the night wind blowing, "actually you told Ignatius that you Like me, right?"

Riddle stared at her hard, Pauline laughed loudly, picked up the textbooks on the table, and disappeared lightly down the stairs around the corner, leaving him with a series of light laughter.

——He never thought she could be so hateful.

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