Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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If I was guilty, the Aurors would have come and taken me to Azkaban instead of sitting me in the Potions classroom, in front of Professor Snape, listening to the three dwarves take turns singing.

——I promise, this is really an accident that no one wants to see! !

Here's the thing.

When I walked into the Potions classroom, at 45:[-], Professor Snape was already sitting in front of the podium waiting for the class.

In the last school year, there were not many students who could still participate in Potions class, so the seventh grade students from the four colleges joined the same class, and there were about twenty students in total.

Everyone knows that Potions class is the only class at Hogwarts that starts at eight o'clock in the morning, and Professor Snape has always had the habit of waiting for classes, which means that if you come early, Will meet Professor Snape on a narrow road, come late, and have to be attacked by venom.

I came neither early nor late, which was an excellent time, but the moment I stepped into the classroom, I never expected that this would be the beginning of my nightmare.

At 52:8, almost all the people who have chosen the Potions class have arrived, and the class will start in [-] minutes.

Professor Snape had already started turning the pages of the book.

I took the Potions Notebook and went over my notes from last night.

The nightmare begins.

"Hey, you! Pauline Sweet! I have a soundtrack message for Pauline Sweet personally."

I looked up and the smile disappeared completely.

Ollie let out a terrified scream.

"I'm sorry, I have to go to class." I subconsciously glanced at Professor Snape, the latter's already gloomy expression was already as black as the bottom of a pot.

I froze, "Let's talk about it next time."

"Stand here and don't move!" The gloomy dwarf grabbed my wizard robe violently, "Listen up!"

"I said I'm going to class." I glanced at Professor Snape nervously. Oh, he looks like he swallowed ten catties of dynamite. I can imagine that even if I blew up the cauldron on the spot, he His face couldn't get any worse.

I maintained my composure, held my wand, and said coldly, "This is the Potions class, get out."

I swear, I didn't intend to wait for the dwarf's next reaction at all, I just wanted to quickly cast an inflation spell to blow him away and send him to a place thousands of miles away from the potions classroom.

But I didn't expect that in the next second, another dwarf rushed into the classroom, rushed to my side with lightning speed, grabbed the other side of my robe, and made me stagger. Wiping the dwarf's sleeves, he flew out, and under my horrified eyes, flew towards——

Professor Snape.

There was a scream of panic that was tried to suppress in the classroom.

Professor Snape's face was livid, he waved his wand, dispelled my inflating spell, and then looked at me with the eyes of Harry Potter——I'm sorry, Potter, I didn't mean to use you as an example, but apart from you, I really I can't think of anyone else who has Professor Snape's exclusive version of death eyes.

"Since there is enough time," Professor Snape said in a soft, silky Dove-like tone, like a poisonous snake, "why don't you let us listen?"

I looked at him in horror, hoping that the cellar snake king would change his mind, because I was his favorite student (considering that I am not a Slytherin and can get O every time, I unilaterally believe that I am Snape's favorite student ), don't make such cruel instructions.

It was supposed to work.

Could have really been.

But unfortunately, a third shorty burst into the classroom, "I have a message for Pauline Sweet!"

I closed my eyes in despair.

Even Merlin descending to earth can't save me.

"To my Aphrodite, my Athena, my Artemis," said the dwarf sullenly—and I twitched in horror.

"Whenever I stare at you, I will fall into long-term confusion. Since you are so beautiful, why do you have such wisdom and strength? Since you have such wisdom and strength, why do you have to be so beautiful? I love you so much, like in the evening No one has ever noticed the moonlight, but only I know that it will always be there."

It sounds embarrassing, but... On the bright side, this is indeed a compliment, saying that I am beautiful, smart and powerful, um, it is a good word, um.

I bravely held on, and squeezed out an awkward but polite smile amidst the muffled laughter of everyone, "Thank you?"

The dwarf left sullenly.

The second dwarf came up to me.

"To this day, I still remember the first time we met - the damn potion operation took away all my happiness like a dementor, and you came down from the sky with a perfect potion operation like a god, saving I was in the middle of it. From that moment on, I fell in love with you forever."

I clearly heard a sneer from the podium.

I think my face may be as gloomy as the dwarf in front of me.

I hate my behavior in class today. If I knew this kind of thing would happen, I shouldn't have gone out in the morning. Even if Snape gave me a T, I should have stayed in the Ravenclaw tower, half a step away. Don't come out either!

Better not let me know who this is - in front of Snape, thanking me for copying his potions homework?Also comparing potions assignments to dementors?Is this trying to kill me?

The most damning thing is that I can't tell who the letter writer is from this sentence at all. In the past six or seven years, I have copied homework for too many people. Template for medicine jobs.

Damn it, is this world where only I get hurt finally come?

"Thank you, but it's wrong to copy homework..." I tried my best to save my respect.

But before I finished speaking, the dwarf turned and left.

The muffled laughter sounded again.

There was another sneer from the podium.

I bit the bullet and said loudly to the dwarf's back, "Potion is an extremely profound knowledge. Taking it seriously and learning from professors with both ability and political integrity is the correct behavior to live up to life! I hope every Huo All Gwartz students realize this!"

The dwarf's back had disappeared from sight.

The muffled laughter in the classroom grew louder.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ow ?

Wait, from now on, there will be no more Pauline Sweet, a professional businessman, in this world. From now on, I will be the cold-blooded O-born with a cold face and an O alone.

To hell with you! !

I coughed dryly and forced a smile again.

Pauline Sweet, you can do it, two-thirds of it has been solved, and there is only one last time left, bear with it, it will pass soon!

Merlin will bless you!

At this point I was still naively hoping, not knowing what was going to happen in five seconds.

If I could have predicted, I would not have had such wild hopes.

—I should have pounced on that damned dwarf immediately! !

The third dwarf walked up to me sullenly, and made a social death statement that I will never forget—seriously, I will never forget this day 60 years later:

"Your beauty is like the powerful arm of a giant monster, grabbing my heart, making me addicted to it for a long, long time, and I can never break free."

...? ? ?

Earth-shattering laughter finally broke out in the classroom, the kind that no one's coffin board can hold back.

In desperation, I peeked - even Professor Snape couldn't help but curl his lips.

Merlin, let me die.