[Comprehensive British and American] Guide for wizards to eat and wait to die

Emma originally thought that her life in the wizarding world would be smooth sailing, low-key and peaceful.But on the first day of school, she discovered how naive her wish was.

"Oh, yes. Harry Potter, this is our new arrival - a famous character~"

The black-haired man on the stage, oh no, it's Professor Snape now, wantonly expressing his dissatisfaction with Harry.

Speaking of which, Emma didn't understand. Did Harry's parents dig his ancestral grave or something? As for targeting Harry like this?

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potion-making, and since there are no foolish wands waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic. I do not expect you to really grasp The beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance, you will not really understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their will blurred...I can teach you How to increase reputation, brew glory, even prevent death - but only if you are not the dumb fools I often encounter."

After Professor Snape finished speaking, he glanced lightly at the classroom, and Emma suddenly had an ominous premonition that she should be what he called an idiot, after all, she failed chemistry for three whole years in high school. . .

"Potter, what would I get if I added daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?" Emma was silently relieved when he called Harry.

"Tsk, tsk—seems like fame isn't everything. Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go? The book hasn't been turned, has it, Potter?"

Harry lowered his head in shame.

Did you make a mistake, you still need to preview before school starts?What is the difference between vacation and school?What do you need to teach after you have finished your self-study?

"Oh? It seems that Miss Leon has a different opinion?" Professor Snape turned around and sneered at Emma, ​​"Then tell me."

Unexpectedly, she was so excited just now that she accidentally voiced out the complaints in her heart. . .

"I don't know, Professor." Emma also lowered her head obediently.

"I thought what unexpected talents Ms. Lyon possessed for expressing the above opinions. Let me tell you. Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a powerful sleeping potion, which is a dose of death water. Bezoar is a kind of stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxifying effect. As for the aconitum aconitum and chamaejasma aconitum, they are the same plant, and they are collectively called aconitum. Do you understand? Why don’t you put these Remember them all?"

Emma quickly lowered her head and pretended to be serious and began to write notes.

"You are so brave." The little fat man sitting next to her poked her elbow, "How dare you contradict Professor Snape?"

"Hehe" Emma laughed awkwardly, but she didn't really want to. . .

After class, Harry took the initiative to find Emma.

"Well, thank you for speaking for me in class..." Harry's face flushed, "I was wondering if you wanted, if you wanted..."

"Harry wanted to ask if you would like to join us?" Hermione rolled her eyes seeing Harry who was speechless for a long time.

"Join what?" Emma was very confused.

"Just be friends with us. I don't care, but Harry said he must come and thank you in person." Ron bumped into Harry, who nodded.

Small group?She never joined in her previous life, but she has to live a little differently in this life, right?

"it is good"

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"So this is a symbol of you saving the magic world?"

Emma pointed to the scar on Harry's head with a fork.

"In a way, but I'm afraid that the people who killed my parents will come back..." Harry propped his chin in annoyance.

"Don't worry about it, eat more, look at how skinny you are." Ron reminded Harry as he wolfed down his food.

"But what are you worried about? I don't mean any offense, but your parents are dead, aren't they?"

As soon as Emma's words came out, the air froze.But Emma herself didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

"Originally, you are different from that demon. He wants too much, but you are fearless. If you face him one day, I believe you will win." Emma poured again Taking a big mouthful of pumpkin juice, "Sure enough, the food in the magic world feels better... Hey, what kind of eyes do you have?"

"Emma" Hermione was silent for a while and finally summoned up the courage to speak, "We feel that your character and your appearance seem completely..."

"Isn't it the same? Just be different, I'm using facts to teach you not to judge people by their appearance." Emma patted Hermione on the shoulder, "Comrade Hermione, you still have a lot to learn..."

Hermione showed a troubled expression comparable to constipation.

"Okay, I'm almost done eating, let's go first." Emma wiped her mouth, then stood up and walked out.

"Emma, ​​the Gryffindor common room is not in this direction!" She heard Harry calling her anxiously behind her.

Emma sorted out her mood.Then he turned around and gave Harry a bleak smile: "I know"

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The king of Hogwarts, Severus Snape, was different from other professors. He was not in the mood to care about the growth and development of his group of little trolls.

Therefore, except for the group of warriors who appeared at the entrance of the cellar crying and grabbing the ground in order to pass the exam every year, no one dared to approach the cellar at other times.Snape even suspected that "Do not enter the area close to the cellar 3" had been written into the freshman handbook.

But that's good, he doesn't need to endure the noisy noise of these low-level animals that make people tortured.After all, the art of potions has to be done quietly.But today is a little different from usual.

"Miss Lyon, how long are you going to follow me?"

He turned his head and bumped into Emma Leon's terrified expression.A pair of big, watery eyes seemed to be flickering with water, as if scolding him for being willing to reprimand such a cute child.

Merlin, that green. . .

"Professor, I don't want to disturb you, but this matter is special, I need to go back to the dormitory..." Emma lowered her head, carefully expressing her intentions.

Back to the bedroom?Snape snorted coldly.

"Are you going to tell me that your bedroom is next to the cellar? Miss Leon, do I need to remind you that the Gryffindor lounge is in the opposite direction?"

"Professor, it's not that I want to go with you..." Emma sighed, "My dormitory is really next to your office."

"..."

What else can he say?But Minerva seemed to come to him yesterday, could it be for this matter?

"Now that you have found me, can I go with you?"

Emma used the look in their eyes when they first met again. Snape would never admit that he had a moment of soft-heartedness, but in the end he refused.

But when he turned around, he found that Emma hadn't left.

Should he praise her for her boldness or her lack of brains?She had believed a strange man from the very first meeting, and had dared to contradict him openly in Potions class.Reckless and bold, typical Gryffindor.He snorted coldly, but he didn't want to be charged with keeping freshmen from returning to their dorms.So he had to slow down and speak in a voice that sounded less angry.

"keep up"