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

"Miss Lyon, come in"

Moody's voice sounded much softer than usual.

Emma walked in tremblingly.

Moody obviously has persecution paranoia. Not only does he always clamor in class to make them vigilant, but he also brings his own drinks at Hogwarts where there is no need to worry about food and clothing. . .

But even so, apart from being a little stricter than usual, he did let them learn a lot of real things.

"Professor Moody, are you looking for me?" To be honest, she had never been so flustered when facing Snape.

"Your talent in black magic is amazing, I think you have discovered it yourself." Moody looked at her seriously.

"Uh, sort of." Emma didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Ever since she arrived at Hogwarts, she has been in a state of being neither high nor low. She has always felt that she has no magical talent, and it is not bad to be able to be honest until graduation.Until they started practicing the Unforgivable Curse this semester, she suddenly found that she was not so mediocre.

Of course, the old headmaster was so defensive about her upbringing that she shuddered just thinking about that "i'mwatgyou" look in his eyes.

But compared to her slow-moving Animagus.

Although she learned the spell during the holidays, that doesn't mean she can transform at will.Her transformation time is always not too long, and it is not stable.Except that when she first started practicing, she felt that she was very talented, but after practicing for so long, she still couldn't master it. She could only admit that she might still have a lack of foundation.

"Talent is your greatest natural enemy. Boy, tell me, if you had the chance to gain great power, would you accept it?"

Moody's magic eyeballs began to spin around rapidly again.

"What power are you talking about? The power to embrace darkness?"

Emma was a little curious why Moody would suddenly ask this question, but it was not difficult to guess based on her performance in class.Of course, she discovered early on that she would have a strange feeling when she was exposed to black magic, although other magic would also bring some feelings.Some will bring warmth, like the Animagus, and some will bring pleasure, like the Transfiguration Charm, but what black magic gives her is unique. . .satisfaction.

It was as if something I had been looking for in my life was complete and fulfilled.

So she started to go in and out of the restricted area frequently, which is why she answered Moody's question directly in the first class.

But Emma never worried that she would be addicted to black magic.First of all, she didn't want to run afoul of Ministry of Magic regulations in this world of white magic.Secondly, although learning about black magic brought her a great sense of satisfaction, and she had tried some less dangerous attempts, the more she knew, the more she felt the risks involved.Finally, and most importantly, she wants nothing from power.

"That's right, if you had the chance to get the power of black magic, would you choose it?"

Moody's blue eyes shone strangely.

"will not"

Emma resolutely refused without thinking.

"W-why?" Moody seemed to choke on something, "It seems that you have great talent and you are also full of enthusiasm for it..."

"However, I'm not very interested in power." Emma shrugged.

With great power comes great responsibility.Study black magic?She doesn't want to be an enemy of the entire wizarding world.She has no interest in becoming the next Black Queen.

"Ahem, good, you passed the test." Moody's expression returned to his usual seriousness, "Evil is always watching us, you must always pay attention to distinguishing the temptation it brings. You are a very talented student , you know I don't want you to go astray"

Emma was at a loss for what to do with Moody's sudden concern.Is it possible that Professor Moody is a good man in addition to being strict on the outside?After all, I heard that last time he gave Neville who was terrified in class a few books on herbal medicine.

Thankfully, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is another one doing business.

"Thank you professor, I won't." Emma nodded obediently.

"Well, it's okay, you can go back first."

Moody took out his flagon and filled another tall glass.

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Although the owls exam is in the fifth grade, Emma suddenly felt great academic pressure this semester.

She felt that this exam was somewhat similar to the college entrance exam she had experienced in her previous life. To put it simply, it was the teachers who oppressed the students from the past few years.

"Just let Snape poison me to death." Emma angrily threw "How to Make the Antidote" on the table.

"Why, I helped you write the essay on goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century, didn't I say nothing?"

"No no no, it's different. Snape hinted that he was going to poison one of us before Christmas to see if our antidote would work. And then he gave me a look, I think He just wanted to poison me"

"Do you know?" Tom's voice revealed a different kind of leisure, "Before I met you, I always thought that I had persecution paranoia."

"Just now there was a hole in the boat of our friendship." Emma gave Tom a blank look. "A professor's darling like you won't understand what it's like to have a professor who doesn't like you no matter what."

"Oh? Then tell me"

"Wait! I found that His Majesty seems to have disappeared again!!!" Emma suddenly found that something seemed to be missing in the dormitory.

After Sirius left, His Majesty "reluctantly" continued to come back to live with Emma. Although he often defected to the Slytherin lounge during the period, it was rare for him not to return home at night.

His Majesty likes elegant and gorgeous things, and Emma once caught him staring intently at Draco's felt hat. . .on the diamond. . .

He didn't treat him badly, his cat's litter was inlaid with rubies, and somehow he fell in love with Draco.

But the scariest thing, Emma suspected, was that maybe he still liked Snape.

Don't ask her how she knows, there is a cat that often squats at the door of the cellar, no matter who it is, it will be suspicious. . .

But it is also possible that His Majesty just likes the smell of potions.Snape didn't know what research he was doing recently, and Emma often smelled an inexplicable fragrance coming from the cellar.

Maybe he finally decided to give himself a proper hair shampoo. . .

"You mean your stupid cat? I saw it go down the cellar"

Tom's faint voice suddenly sounded.

"What!" Emma didn't even bother to change her shoes, and rushed out of the bedroom dragging a pair of flip flops.

When she went out, she found that the door of the cellar next door was not closed, leaving a small gap suitable for His Majesty's size.

The big thing is not good!

Emma had a hunch that something big was going to happen, so she pushed the door open without knocking on the door.

She found a good news and a bad news.

The good news was that Snape was not in the cellar, the bad news was that His Majesty was within ten centimeters of his boiling cauldron.

Fortunately, after avoiding the explosion of the cauldron with Neville for many years, Emma has already developed agility and athletic ability.She strode forward and pinched His Majesty's neck precisely in mid-air.

However, His Majesty seemed very angry because Emma interrupted his good wish of bathing in the cauldron, and he also showed his claws, and there were two bloodstains on Emma's hand in an instant.

As soon as Emma let go of her hand, His Majesty's tail lightly skimmed over the surface of the potion liquid.

Fortunately he didn't fall in, and Emma managed to prevent him from destroying Snape's potion.

Uh, partially blocked.

Emma fled the cellar like the wind holding His Majesty.

Hopefully Snape won't find anything out of the ordinary when he comes back.

Obviously, Snape did not find anything unusual when he came back, because the next day. . .

"Have you heard? There was a big explosion in Professor Snape's cauldron yesterday. Fortunately, the professor was quick enough to save the cellar." Draco quietly came over during the Charms class.

"Oh..." Emma turned away pretending not to care at all.

"You can feel the strong tremor over there, after all, you are so close"

"yes..."

"Do you have any clues about the person who destroyed his potion? The professor gave the temptation to exempt the final exam and let everyone report to each other!" Draco seemed to be very attentive to this matter.

"No..." If she turns herself in, can she be exempted from the exam?

"That's a pity, you really don't have a clue?"

"No..." Or could she be exempted from the exam if she confessed to His Majesty?

"Professor Snape said that if he is caught, he will have to deal with toads for a semester. Think about it, don't you often serve labor? Then he can replace you?"

"Although I really want to say that I know, but, hey..."

Then Emma patted Draco on the shoulder.

"Although I understand that you Slytherins want to protect your dean, but I really can't help~"

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

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"Master, I have found the girl"

"Oh? How does she look?"

"Brown-haired and blue-eyed, she can be considered a little beauty. Of course, if she has a figure..."

"Fool! Who asked you this!"

"Oh, forgive me my master, she seems to have a high talent for the dark arts, but has no ambition to develop it further"

"Don't want to continue to develop? Very good, continue to observe"

"Yes"