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

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, the scene was very lively.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

"What's their mascot?"

Emma stretched her neck curiously and looked down.

"veela"

Lucius answered the question succinctly.

"What is a veela? A race or a species?"

"To be precise, veela is a kind of elf, but they are extremely beautiful when they take human form"

When she saw the veela after entering the arena, Emma had to admit that Draco was right.They are the most beautiful women she has ever seen, their skin is as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair is fluttering behind their heads because there is no wind...

Then the veela began to dance.Although both belong to women, Emma has to admit that their dance seems to have some kind of magic that can make people addicted to it.She even began to think that it would be nice to be able to watch them dance all the time. . .

Unfortunately the music stopped shortly thereafter and the audience booed disapprovingly.Emma looked back at Malfoy and his son, they are very good, they are indeed people who have seen the big scene, and the two of them seemed very calm about it.

No, maybe a little too calm.

Emma looked at them suspiciously again, but her attention was quickly drawn back by the game commentary.

Viktor Krum is obviously a Quidditch superstar, it is said that he has only one, but he has already made a name for himself in the Quidditch arena.Every time the commentary talked about him, it always caused a scream.But he was black and thin, with sallow skin, a big hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows, he looked like a huge eagle.It's hard for Emma to imagine that the wizarding world cares so little about appearance.

It's not that she is harsh, but she is far behind the male model team of a certain country in the World Cup. . .

But after a while in the game, Emma discovered how naive she was. Although Krum was not a handsome person, his free flying posture and free retracting skills added a bit of charm to him. .

Although Krum is the best player in the game, the Irish team has been overwhelming the Bulgarian team in the game, which makes the game less exciting.But it was hard for Ireland's Seeker, who had already fallen off his broom once to compete with Krum.

It's impossible for him to catch the Snitch before Krum, Emma thought silently, poor boy. . .

Although Krum finally caught the Golden Snitch and ended the game, the Bulgarian team still lost by 10 points.

"He's really amazing..."

Draco murmured behind her.

"This day will go down in history"

Lucius, who seemed to have always been calm, also expressed his emotion, but he immediately turned to Draco.

"You take Emma back first"

"Huh?" Emma pointed to the camp not far away, "I thought we would camp too?"

"No, no. How could the noble Malfoy family and those mudbloods..."

"Draco" Emma stopped him helplessly.Although they had become friends now, she still could not approve of many of Draco's habits.

Like discriminating against Muggles.

But Draco would always restrain himself a little in front of her every time, which made her feel that it didn't seem to be a big deal.

"Anyway, go back first, I still have something to do."

"Huh?" Before Emma had time to ask Lucius what he was going to do, the feeling of being rotated and squeezed appeared again.

Damn Portkey!

Emma really didn't understand why they couldn't use flying magic carpets or somersault clouds, which sounded much gentler. . .

They were at Malfoy Manor when she came back again.

"The guest room has been prepared for you, you can stay now." Draco straightened his slightly messy hair and pointed upstairs.

"Draco"

"Ok?"

"What's going on with your father tonight?"

"Nothing" Draco replied quickly, if he hadn't been avoiding her eyes, maybe she would really believe him.

"Your father sent us back, but he stayed on the Quidditch field... Tell me, what will happen today"

Draco looked at the ground, a look of panic flashing across his face.

"You can't convince me like this~ But I won't embarrass you anymore, isn't it just Voldemort's mess, I already knew it." Emma waved her hand.

"You, how do you know?" Draco looked at Emma in horror.

"Of course I know that a large number of Death Eaters escaped from prison not long ago. Recently, various dark prophecies have appeared. If you think about it, you know it must be related to Voldemort." Although there are these objective evidences, the most important thing is that Tom told her that Voldemort wanted Something happened.

"Aren't you afraid?" Draco frowned.

"Don't be afraid, his enemy is Harry, not me." And she also signed a contract with him not to hurt her.Of course, she didn't know how to say the second half of the sentence.

"I feel more and more now that you are a real Gryffindor"

"Great rewards, but is what happened tonight an attack or a demonstration?"

"Probably more demonstrations, I don't know." Draco lowered his head.

"Forget it, I'll find out by reading the newspaper tomorrow." I hope Voldemort will not be too sick, just set off fireworks.

Emma rubbed her eyes.

"Goodnight Draco"

"Good night"

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"I have to say that Voldemort really doesn't have much artistic taste."

Emma reads the newspaper while having breakfast.

The photo of the Dark Mark in the newspaper was a gigantic skeleton made up of countless emerald green star-like things. A large python protruded from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

"I thought the Dark Mark would be a cool tattoo . . . I don't think I'd even join the Death Eaters just because of it"

"Emma, ​​I think" Draco looked at her sincerely, "there should be a little awe of the Dark Lord...my father said that his power is terrible, and he is not soft on those who are not afraid of him"

Facing Draco, who was obviously frightened by her indifferent attitude, Emma had to soften her voice: "Don't worry. It's not enough to rule your subordinates simply by fear. You see, Voldemort has been out of power for so long, how many people are there?" Still thinking about helping him gain power? But look at Principal Dumbledore again, how many people have seen him make a move? However, his prestige far exceeds Voldemort."

Although she knew that Draco was likely to follow his father's footsteps and join the Death Eaters, she didn't want him to ruin his bright future.

Harry's experience of escaping death many times has declared to the world that whether it is luck or fate, he can always escape Voldemort's conspiracy.This also makes Emma believe that Harry will be able to defeat Voldemort when he grows up slowly.

Taking a step back, even if Harry's ability is a little weaker, but with Dumbledore's bonus, it is hard to imagine that Voldemort, a scumbag who is so stupid that he split himself, can defeat them.

Maybe the above comments are a lot of subjective, but Emma just has a premonition that justice will win in the end.What they will face may be a dangerous battle, but at the end of the battle is sure to win.

"Emma, ​​what are you thinking?"

"Hmm, huh? Oh, I'm distracted again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Emma smiled sheepishly, "Let's go to school first."