Can HP Diary Help Me Pass NEWTs?

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I said I've learned Occlumency, but generally I only use it in conjunction with the Legilimency Pen.

There is no need for complicated pictures, nor deliberate deceit or concealment, I just need to let my distracting thoughts never exist.

But with Riddle, I had to resort to another, more exhausting method of making sure he believed I had faith in him.

I quickly assembled the pictures in my mind and compiled one by one that seemed very coherent, including how brilliant my past grades were, how embarrassing my Potions class was today, how many outrageous confessions I received, and most importantly The - my conversation with myrtle.

—You know Riddle too?

— Who could not know him?The famous Riddle, the heartthrob Riddle, poor Myrtle but no one cares.

—So, he is handsome?

—What is there to say?Ha, let me tell you, I hope there will be less achnatherum splendens growing under your pretty face, he is not someone to provoke, he, those girls who chase him don't know, but I know his secret.By the way, how on earth did you know him?

The real memory is locked, but the false picture emerges in disorder.

It's quite difficult. I have to ensure that the real memory will not be exposed and the false memory will be fully revealed. I also have to pretend that I am consciously using Occlumency and have a certain degree of defense.

This kind of challenge excites me.

As a result, when I read the memories that Riddle wanted to show me, I stared blankly at the diary, thinking not of Riddle’s memory fragments, but the pleasure of extreme challenges and breaking through the impossible.

"What are you thinking?" Someone whispered beside me.

I turned around abruptly, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old black-haired boy was staring at me intently.

He was quite handsome, with black jade hair, and only a thin white shirt on his upper body, with the top three buttons undone, revealing his clear collarbone.His hair was a little messy, but not only did it not damage his temperament, but it added a bit of unruly beauty to him.

Best of all, he sat right on top of my bed!We are in the same bed!

Merlin, is this something I can watch without paying?

"I'm thinking," I didn't make a sound, but I knew Riddle could hear it, it was more like a soul conversation.

I stretched out my hand, brushed my hair back, and stared at him with a half-smile, "Myrtle didn't lie to me, you are really handsome."

it is true!

I got a really handsome guy!

I can do it again, and while Tom Riddle is a bad diary, the face will keep my interest alive for another half a year.

"Really?" Riddle leaned back on my cushion, his figure was illusory, but this illusory feeling was not obvious, making him look more like a real person.

He is taller than me, and also sitting on the bed, I am still half a head shorter than him, which makes him look taller when he looks at me.

Like a shepherd looking at his lamb.

——This shows that he is very skilled in this kind of occasion, and it is by no means the first time he has experienced it.

This fits with his looks, and the popularity Myrtle describes.

As much as I'm used to favors and favourites, Tom Riddle's level of looks can't be shy of a compliment.

Damn, thinking about it this way, why does he look a bit like me with a sexual change?

Unfortunately, I know all too well what to do with a jerk like myself.

"Tom," I said softly, "do I look that stupid?"

"Why?" He smiled at me.

"Then why did you lie to me?" I casually played with my hair, and asked in a flat tone, as if I didn't care, "It's still such a clumsy lie."

I said and chuckled lightly.

I swear, if this laughter is not made by me, I must want to kill the owner of this laughter, because it contains the arrogance, contempt, indifference and disdain that I have only seen in my life.

The kind of arrogance that is not rude, seems very reserved and restrained, to the point.

But it is precisely because of this restraint that the laughter is even more hateful.

"I probably don't understand what you mean." He pursed his lips and looked at me, his eyes were as deep as the night.

"You want to tell me from memory that Hagrid is the heir of Slytherin." I rolled my eyes gracefully, with a bitch inside, "My dear, since we have been honest with each other, I might as well reveal a part of it." More real me—at least don’t make you think I’m a perfunctory fool.”

"Seriously, if you were more careful, maybe you wouldn't make up such an outrageous lie." I said arrogantly, "A half-blood giant is the successor of Salazar Slytherin? Tom, are you Are you trying to humiliate my IQ, or you Slytherins?"

Riddle didn't speak.

"Oh, maybe I'm wrong." I taunted, "The great Mr. Riddle, you must not be the successor of Salazar Slytherin, after all, I have never seen anyone who humiliated himself like you. Maybe you've had a miserable time in Slytherin, and you wish you could escape to Gryffindor overnight with your baggage, and ask for the protection of the great Dumbledore."

Riddle looked at me with a cold look in his eyes.

It seems that I guessed right, Riddle has a little obsession with Dumbledore.

From the short memory just now, I can see that the eyes, their eyes are very strange.

Dumbledore's eyes are not the eyes of a loving professor looking at a proud student; nor is Riddle the eyes of a respectful student looking at a respected professor.

While Riddle didn't show anything, I had a gut feeling that he hated Dumbledore.

By now, I have almost sorted out the cause and effect of tonight's incident.

Riddle took the initiative to bring up the topic of the chamber of secrets, the pure blood will be excited about the ruins of Slytherin, and the seedlings will be terrified by the blood purge plan. All in all, this is a universal bait designed to lure me Hooked.

He wanted to use this bait to get my attention, lure me into his memory, and open my heart—literally and figuratively.

Win my trust and dependence, and then use my strength to obtain an illusory body, to a certain extent break away from the shackles of the diary.

At the same time, deceive me again, mislead me into thinking that Hagrid is the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, lower my vigilance against him, the obviously more suspicious Slytherin, and rely on him so that he can steal my magic, my power, and even my body.

Maybe he is still planning to use my body to open the secret room and carry out that ridiculous bloodline removal plan...

Anyway, it's not a good thing.

As for me, I'm mostly curious about him as a person.

I'm really curious about what kind of guy Tom Riddle is.

This is also my curiosity.

Memory and soul are two-way doors. Riddle wants to open the door of my soul. Similarly, I also hope to explore his memory and soul through his contact.

He is an active showman, which inevitably makes him passive.

It's as if... from Dumbledore's subtle movements in that memory, I already got the answer I wanted.

Tom Riddle has been trying to create in my mind an image of the "evil heir of Slytherin" who can unite us, and I understand his intentions - a common enemy drives strangers far more than a mutual friend approach.

He needs me to depend on him, to trust, the more the better.

But the harder he tried, the more I was convinced that the evil Heir of Slytherin was not who he wanted me to think he was at all.

The real secret room opener is Tom Riddle.

Although I don't blindly worship Dumbledore like the Gryffindors, this great wizard led people to defeat the two Dark Lords twice, and his vision of people should be unique.

Since Dumbledore was wary of Tom Riddle, Riddle must have something suspicious.

However, since Azkaban inspection students like me have not been able to get Dumbledore's vigilance and attention, then I think Riddle's suspiciousness may be unusual.

I never believe that such a person will be unknown in 50 years!

There must be another Riddle 50 years later in this world, but who is he?

I can't find his name, maybe he changed his name, maybe he has another nickname.

But there must be such a person.

I'll figure it out.

Riddle stared at me for a long time, his gaze made me feel a sense of horrific crisis, but since I have had too much experience of dying, I am naturally not afraid of this horror, so I watched calmly and even with a smile. He seemed to be looking at an ignorant child.

——Anyway, Riddle needs my magic power and power, if it doesn't work, I'll cut it off forcibly!

"I'm sorry, my dear Pauline," he said at last, somewhat haughtily, but strangely polite and agreeable, "I apologize for my folly."

I looked at him calmly.

"Please don't be too angry. It's hateful for me to do this, but if you can listen to me and explain my thoughts clearly, you may forgive my stupidity." He whispered like a sympathizer.

I raise my eyebrows.

"The reason why I hide it is not because I want to take advantage of you, but because I am worried that if I tell my identity frankly, it may cause your rejection, and I definitely don't want to lose you, my dearest Friend." He said, holding out his hand to me.

I didn't struggle or dodge, so he took my hand smoothly, held it firmly, and then slowly handed it to his lips, falling for a tender and tender kiss.

I stared at his every move, without any change in expression, and I didn't even bother to move. I just stared silently for a long time before sighing slowly.

"Myrtle told me to keep me away from you. You are far less likable than you seem." I whispered, my hand was still held by Riddle's lips, and I sat up and moved towards him slowly. Approaching slowly, "She asked me how I knew you."

Riddle didn't move.

He neither dodged nor approached, just let me approach, staring at me with cold and deep eyes.

he said in a low voice.

"How did you answer?"

We were so close that the sound of his slight exhalation seemed to be blowing on my earlobe, quietly provocative.

I finally laughed and kissed his cold earlobe, that was the touch of soul to soul.

"I said, you are my boyfriend."