Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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Riddle admitted that before meeting Pauline, he had never experienced a relationship with anyone that crossed the bottom line of safety, especially this relationship had a strong exclusivity besides intimacy and passion.It feels like he won't stress how good it is, but admits it's not bad.

She belongs to him alone, and no one can take her away from him.

Whenever he thought of this, Riddle couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, showing a cold and complacent smile.Sometimes he would stare at her quietly with focused eyes, pay attention to every little expression or subconscious little movement of her, and smile calmly when she returned her gaze; Not to mention, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her tirelessly and deeply again and again.

"Merlin, Tom is too clingy when it comes to love."

It's not that he hasn't heard others talk about him in private, but Riddle doesn't care. Facts have proved that he has devoted most of his mind to other fields, and he can still far surpass his peers in all aspects.As for Pauline, he thought it was another strange and challenging new field, and he was on his way to success.

He was indeed close to success.

The more Riddle watched her and got closer to her, the more he understood her. Pauline Sweet was a hot bastard on the outside and cold on the inside. Everyone was like her friend, but no one could really understand her.She was more than friendly to anyone, but no one was more than normal to her—except him.

Except him.

He was special, and Riddle was almost drunk with pride in his uniqueness.Of course, he was born different and deserved to be special from anyone, but he believed that Pauline's uniqueness still deserved his pride.There is no doubt that he is approaching her and possessing her step by step at a speed and degree that no one else has ever done.

There is no doubt that Pauline is obsessed with him-every time they stare at each other passionately between passionate and endless kisses, the sweet and hot breath disturbs the already rapid panting and heartbeat, and the thin lust Blindfolded to Pauline's clear, dark eyes, he became more convinced of this every day.

In the summer vacation of the fourth grade, Riddle even went to a movie with Pauline.

Muggle movies.

He remembered that the movie was called Rebecca or something, something Yankees based on a book by an English Muggle woman, and he scoffed at it, but when Pauline wrote and asked if he wanted to see it, Riddle Yes anyway - which of course meant nothing but that he really wanted to succeed in conquering and possessing Pauline, he thought.

He still clearly remembers every detail of that day, including how he got up so early in the morning, how he took care of every stray hair, every annoying fold of his shirt, making them Be sure to present a neat posture, and how to stare at Pauline walking slowly towards him in the fragmented sunlight and the shadow of the plane tree.

"This film premiered in the United States two years ago, but it was not imported into the United Kingdom. This film was brought back from the United States by a friend of my aunt's." That day Pauline wore a linen white dress with a blue and white skirt over it. A thin checkered cardigan, he remembers it very clearly, she has a faint fragrance of gardenia, which I couldn't smell when standing beside her, but when he hugged her tightly and kissed her insatiately, That sweet fragrance was faintly visible, lingering around his lips, breath, and heart.

"My mother asked me to invite some Muggle friends to watch, but I thought you wouldn't want to see them, so I didn't invite them." He remembered Pauline saying as they sat in front of the screen. , just the two of them in the darkened cinema, her whispering under the din of the movie—great, he thought, to hell with everyone else, Muggles and wizards, just them The two of them, just the two of them, couldn't have been better.

"I remember," she said softly with a broken breath filling the gaps between the lines of the movie, "I invite you to watch the movie, not to kiss." Feather touched his earlobe, "There are projectionists watching backstage."

"Who cares?" He croaked, sneered contemptuously, and sealed all the remaining whispers, gasps and chuckles with a deeper kiss.

That constituted one of the brightest summers in all of Riddle's memory.

Like gold powder in the sun, it lifts the eyes full of bright fog under the breeze.

For a period of time after that, he almost thought that he had achieved success and kept her privately.

almost.

One spring afternoon in the fifth grade, when they were sitting in an empty classroom reading books, Riddle mentioned the topic he was most interested in recently.

"Horcruxes?" Pauline put down the book in her hand, "I've never heard of such magic."

This was a rare thing with Pauline.

Riddle immediately introduced this kind of profound black magic in short words, emphasizing the characteristic that as long as the Horcrux exists, the main soul will not die.When he finished talking, he looked up at Pauline, only to find that she was looking at him thoughtfully, and the expression on her face was obviously not the excitement similar to his.

"Why?" He hesitated for a moment, staring at her closely.

"I just discovered," Pauline looked him over, "that you really crave power and...'immortality.'"

Riddle stiffened for a moment, and he stared at her appraisingly.

"Interesting," said Pauline, still examining him with that curious gaze, as if looking at an interesting subject, and Riddle felt a secret discomfort, and he frowned, but Pauline didn't meet his eyes.She picked up the notebook next to her, turned to a blank page, and picked up a quill to write and draw on it—Riddle saw her write "About what a wizard who is extremely afraid of death can do to stay alive" Analysis of the situation".

"Pauline Sweet!" Riddle raged, threatening Pauline with warning eyes.

"What's the matter?" Pauline put down the quill nonchalantly, and looked at him innocently, "It's just a subject."

Riddle glared at her viciously.

"Haven't you thought about immortality?" he asked bluntly, staring at her coldly.

It was clear that he would never let Pauline give him a serious answer.

Pauline sighed.

"Okay," she said, put down the notebook in her hand, and thought seriously for a while, "If I can live forever, I can keep learning and absorbing knowledge. Just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful." She said seriously Nodding, "Indeed, who wouldn't want to live forever?"

Riddle seemed to be choking on her words, he stared at her, but looked a little better.

"So," he cleared his throat, "it looks like you're not against my subject?"

"I'm not really offended," said Pauline, looking at Riddle quietly. "But, Tom, are you really willing to share this subject with anyone else?" she said softly. will the man live forever?"

Riddle was stunned, and he stared at her, as if he didn't understand her at once, but his face became ugly.

"You haven't thought about this question, have you?" Pauline looked at him and smiled slightly, "You just found a subject of special interest, so you habitually shared it with me, but you didn't think about it. Is the subject suitable for me to study together." She looked at Riddle flatly, her expression seemed quite—not concerned, "This is your own subject, Tom."

"As for me," she thought for a while, "I will grow old and die, maybe use the Philosopher's Stone once before I die, finish the subject at hand, and then face death calmly—death is also a novel experience What!" She said, chuckling, "Of course I'm also very interested in the great and mysterious death, the end of all things."

Riddle interrupted her reverie unbearably.

"I won't allow you to die," he said roughly, with a sneer, so irritated that he felt compelled, for some reason, to taunt Pauline with the sharpest words. "Great death? Ha, a really powerful wizard." It can surpass death, it is neither mysterious nor great, and there are more things in this world worth studying than it."

"I won't let you die, Pauline. When that happens, I'll find a way." He looked at Pauline expressionlessly, and repeated, "I'll find a way."

Pauline met his gaze in silence for a moment.

"Why are you so serious?" She laughed, as if she wanted to take the subject off the topic casually, "It doesn't matter whether we will be a couple or not, maybe we would have broken up by then-we really don't have to Discuss such a distant and boundless topic." She looked at Riddle and said jokingly, "Maybe we won't even remember who the other party is at that time."

Riddle stood up abruptly, scowling.

"Break up?" For a moment, he was almost so angry that he couldn't maintain the most basic reason, and even he didn't know what was going on. "It's surprising," he said, pausing for a moment, unable to restrain his anger Concentrating, he stared at Pauline coldly, and sneered, "It seems that you can't wait, don't you? Pauline, if you think I can be played with by you like those fools, you can get close if you want to, and get away if you want to." shake off-"

"I didn't say I'm going to break up with you now." Pauline interrupted him softly. Compared with Riddle, she even looked too calm, so that she was a bit cold. She smiled, no different from usual, "Tom , once an intimate relationship is established, it will naturally die out, this is the most normal thing."

Riddle stared at her horribly, almost eerily quiet.

Pauline sighed softly.

"It's true, it's very unpleasant, and not every close relationship dies." She said, reaching out and wrapping her arms gently around Riddle's shoulders, who didn't move, but stared straight at him with cold eyes looking at her.Pauline sighed again, she smiled slightly, as if a little helpless, and then gently kissed the corner of Riddle's lips.

His gaze softened a little.

But Pauline spoke again, smiling, "Maybe you don't have experience with this, Tom, but it's the reality." She said, in a voice that was soft, but almost cruelly pronounced, "You'll get used to it."

Riddle grabbed her waist violently and pressed her against the table.

His hot breath was blowing on Pauline's face, and the dark pupils of his eyes were full of burning anger, and he stared at her with a horrible look that almost wanted to tear her apart.

"Really?" he said softly, the corners of his lips twitching, and he actually smiled, sneering, "I don't think I think so, Pauline." He stared at her like a viper on its prey, coldly Repeated, "I don't think so."

Pauline was silent for a while.

"I'm a little...surprised." She said, and smiled lightly, "Tom, don't tell me, you are really in love with me. Did you take me with you when you planned your future?"

Riddle's expression twisted, he stared at her closely, but said nothing.

He scoffed at love, it never changed, he was sure, he didn't think he had the useless "love" for Pauline that Dumbledore was talking about, and he never had a clear plan for his future with Pauline, no.

But it never occurred to him that Pauline might disappear from his future.

Even just thinking about this possibility, he felt an almost unbearable... fury.

"I'm just explaining a possibility." Pauline sighed softly, she smiled, and her tone was brisk, "Who knows what will happen in the future? Never mind, we are fine now, that's enough ,Yes or no?"

Riddle looked at her blankly.

"If you betray me..." he said, no doubt a threat.

But Pauline smiled slightly, and she leaned forward, leaning against his chest, and put her slender index finger against Riddle's lips. "Shh," she said, their Her lips were only separated by her index finger, so close that her soft breath could be entangled with his, and it was hard to tell who it belonged to. Her clear pupils reflected Riddle's eyebrows, and her voice was soft, like a The wind blows away, "In an intimate relationship, we don't say such things."

In fact, she didn't promise anything, he knew it.

She deliberately avoided promises, and he knew it.

But Riddle stared at her deeply with his dark pupils, and after a long time, he didn't say anything.

Then she smiled imperceptibly and kissed him lightly, and they exchanged a soft, restrained, long kiss that had never been so tender and lingering in all their kisses.

That afternoon, no one said a word.

The author has something to say:

Intimacy is not only love, but also family and friendship, but for TR, he doesn't have any of them anyway.

Riddle is really a person who has nothing to do with the world.

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