Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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After entering the sixth grade, the subjects that they were not good at or liked before can finally disappear from the class schedule. Most of the students can be a little calmer, but for Pauline and Riddle, it is just the opposite.They are busier, so that the day is divided into three parts, one for class preparation, one for extracurricular research, and the last for dating.

——The last one is often interspersed between the first two, and they are very good at seeing stitches.

"I remember I've said it many times." Pauline's voice was muffled by the dense metal racks of the Room of Requirement, and she sounded a little annoyed. "I'm interested in Muggle science. When will you Can you give up convincing me?"

From her words, maybe they were arguing more, but if anyone looked at them through the heavy metal frame, it would be immediately clear that this was not the case at all.

Pauline sat on one of the dais, the clutter crowded around her.There was not much space for her to stay, and she could barely use any strength. Riddle stood in front of her, hugged her, and helped her sit still. His lips and teeth lingered from the earlobe to the collarbone, leaving ambiguous red marks. Pauline's two A leg wrapped around his waist in a non-heavy way, and blush covered her cheeks, "You know I won't change my mind." She smiled half-smile, not so much as annoyed, but as flirting.

"Maybe I just expect you to show mercy to me at this time, Pauline?" Riddle lightly bit her earlobe, and the scorching breath blew by her ear, Pauline flinched slightly, Then he pinched him gently, and Riddle chuckled lightly.He kissed her side neck as if nothing, and said softly, "Obviously, you have to allow me to look forward to it, don't you?"

His hand passed through the button gap at her waist, caressing restlessly under the soft fabric.

Pauline poked him lightly, but lightly, almost invitingly.She leaned back, leaned on the shelf, and looked at him with a half-smile, "You're just so—ah!" She suddenly fell back, which caught her off guard, and she took a soft gasp, Riddle's Arms wrapped around her waist forcefully, holding her steady, letting her lean on his shoulder.

Together they looked towards where Pauline had just leaned. The old wood joints had cracked with mold and rot, taking the entire back of the shelf with it as it splintered and fell.But behind the shattered back wall, a larger space was revealed, and the smell of rust was accompanied by flying dust, floating in the misty air.

Pauline curled her legs around Riddle's waist. She looked at the newly emerged space with interest, supported Riddle's shoulders, turned around, walked through the half-used shelf, pulled out her wand, and stepped into the space. "It's interesting," she said softly, "I never found out that there's even a small area here."

Riddle paused, gave the rotting shelf an annoyed look, and waved his wand, causing it to fall apart and move aside.He went in with Pauline.

"It's like an abandoned utility room." Pauline said softly, and with a wave of her wand, the flying dust quickly disappeared, and the dark and narrow space gradually became bright and clean. "Speaking of which, when I first imagined the laboratory, it was indeed Have you ever thought about the mysterious abandoned utility room, I was very fascinated by science fiction when I was a child, "Frankenstein", have you read it?"

Riddle paused, his expression unchanged. "Well," he said, "Pauline, if you'd like to introduce me, I think I'd be happy to hear it."

Pauline smiled slightly.

She turned around suddenly, put her wand back into her pocket, approached Riddle, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek under his slightly surprised gaze, "You know what I like the most about you sometimes A little?" She said, her eyes lingering between Riddle's handsome eyebrows, Riddle subconsciously hugged her, and she bent her eyes, "You won't pretend to understand."

Riddle's expression froze for a moment, and he glared at Pauline angrily, but said nothing.

Pauline laughed softly again.

"I just like you like this." She lowered her head, kissed Riddle's collarbone lightly, raised her little finger slightly, and caressed behind his ear if there was nothing, she leaned close to his ear and said, "It's so bad It's cunning, but also kind of sincere, especially... seductive." She bit him lightly.

Riddle suddenly reached out and grabbed her, Pauline laughed briskly, she tiptoed slightly, and kissed his lips proactively.

The endless deep kisses seem to be extraordinarily sweet in the small and secret space, easily mobilizing their most intense emotions, which turn into hot skin, short panting and flushing under the doubled sharp perception cheek.

Pauline trembled slightly, as if she couldn't stand still, staggered a step back, leaned against the mirror in the corner unknowingly, the cold touch made her tremble again, and Riddle soon hugged her tightly again , bowed his head and kissed her.Her neckline was unconsciously opened slightly, just like his.Her hand slowly groped upwards, along his waist, then to the collarbone, and finally held his cheek, deepening the kiss that had quietly become dangerous.

Riddle suddenly paused.

"What's the matter?" Pauline asked vaguely, sensing his distraction immediately, and she gave him an annoyed look.

"It's nothing." Riddle said softly, his voice very hoarse and low, but the hand that was caressing her skin stopped, and his gaze went straight over Pauline's head, staring behind her, "Poly Lin, look—”

Pauline looked back in displeasure and curiosity.

As she had just felt, there was only a tall mirror behind her, but she immediately realized what had surprised Riddle.

"Did you see that, Pauline?" Riddle said softly, and he lowered his voice, but it couldn't hide the excitement from the bottom of his heart. Pauline saw his face contorted with excitement, full of ecstasy, This kind of joy didn't make him more handsome, on the contrary, he looked a little hideous. He squeezed her hand tightly, almost hurting her, "I saw that I became the greatest wizard, and I knew I would, I knew it! I defeated death, and everyone is destined to remember my name..."

Pauline looked in the mirror.

She didn't see the scene Riddle was talking about at all.

She frowned slightly, raised her head, stared at the words engraved on the top of the gold-framed floor-to-ceiling mirror, read it softly from right to left, "What I show is not your face, but your desire."

"Eris," she murmured, "Mirror of Desire."

These words were like a basin of cold water poured down from Riddle's head, he shuddered and stood there stiffly.

He stared blankly at the mirror.

They looked at the mirror in silence until Pauline broke the silence softly.

"At least," she said, as if joking, "we've established that you do have a strong desire to live forever, to be the greatest wizard in the world."

Riddle's cheek twitched, he didn't speak, and still stood there expressionless.

Pauline was still staring at the mirror.

"I don't think it's something to be ashamed of," she nudged him lightly with her elbow, "the less ambitious people are obviously calmer in front of this mirror, I think..."

"I saw you." He said abruptly, interrupting her roughly.

Pauline froze for a moment.

She finally turned her head and looked at him in surprise, as if she suddenly couldn't understand English.

"What?" she said.

"I mean, I saw you in the mirror." Riddle still didn't look at her.

His handsome face was still expressionless, and he said in a dry voice, "You are standing next to me, and we are standing together."

Pauline was still looking at him blankly.

"What?" she asked again.

Riddle finally turned his head, and he looked at her blankly, "It means, I want you to be with me all the time—obviously." After he finished speaking, he stared at her closely, "Then," he said Said softly, "Tell me, Pauline, what did you see in the mirror?"

"Oh—" Pauline looked terribly surprised, the news seemed to take some time for her to understand.

She slowly looked away and looked at the Mirror of Erised again.

"I," she said, "actually, I didn't expect you to see me in the mirror at all, and I'm still so surprised that I suspect you're trying to make me happy." She paused, "So," She asked uncertainly, "Do you really want me to exist in your future so much?"

"I don't think you need to question me repeatedly on this obvious question," Riddle said coldly, "considering that I have been so... honest." He subconsciously squeezed Pauline's hand, staring at Her eyes, her voice cold and hard, ordered her in a commanding tone, "—tell me, what did you see?"

But this time Pauline was surprisingly quiet.

"I saw myself stepping into the halls of knowledge, and eternal knowledge forever." She said softly, "I thought about it before, and sure enough."

Riddle squeezed her hand even harder.

"So," he paused, his expression distorted, as if he was holding back something, his voice was low to cover up his emotions, and he asked coldly, "Did you see me?"

Pauline was silent for a while.

Riddle's expression was almost distorted, and he stared at her with terrifying eyes, seemingly unable to bear it anymore.

"It's amazing," she said softly, "that there wasn't, but—"

"If you want me to be in your future," she turned around, stared deeply at his eyes that were darkened by anger and humiliation, stretched out her hand, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him gently, "then, I also hope to have you in my future."

He kissed her back hard.

Time is like a torrent of water flowing around them.

Flowing through the lips that became more red from endless kisses, flowing through the finally collapsed neckline and buttons, flowing through the old metal frame that was overwhelmed and creaking, flowing through every inch of trembling skin, clenched Tight five fingers, rolling up all the rush, rush, gasp, breath, broken, broken, yell, umm, which are unknown to outsiders, and slowly flow forward until the far end of the soul and the flesh.

Pauline sat lazily on Riddle's lap, draped over his shoulders, unceremoniously putting all her weight on him. "I want to perform the third help I can," she said. ,"you……"

Riddle hugged her and stood up.

He turned around, turned his back to her, and bent slightly, "Come on," he said.

"...But I haven't asked for anything?" Pauline's eyes widened slightly.

"I know," Riddleton paused, "but—"

He stared at her with dark pupils, and said quietly, "Not this time."

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