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

No matter where you are in your student days, there is one thing in common——

Never get enough sleep.

Emma turned off the alarm clock in a daze, and told herself to wake up after 5 more minutes of sleep.

So what happened next is pretty obvious.

She overslept.

Emma was horrified to find that she had slept for an entire hour in these "5 minutes".She thought about it, and what was this class about?

Emma took out the timetable and glanced at it:

Potions class.

Yes, she pills.Anyway, she would be ridiculed by that preoccupied man, Professor Snape, if she went now, she might as well bear it in the next class.

Emma was so desperate to learn that she slept in Potions class that she went back to sleep.

The next sleep was very warm and comfortable. Emma lay down on the bed and didn't get up until almost 11 o'clock.

If she had known it earlier, she would have listened to her father and hired a tutor. She didn't have to go to the magic world to experience the feeling of upgrading from a kid. . .

Emma got dressed and went straight to the auditorium, just in time to run into the trio who were eating.

"Emma, ​​here, here!" Ron stuffed his mouth with unknown food and waved the chicken leg at Emma desperately.

The corner of Emma's mouth twitched but she still walked over resignedly.

Can she declare now that she doesn't know this bitch?

"Emma, ​​why didn't you come to class this morning?" Harry's green eyes were full of concern.

"I've slept in." Emma poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice and sat down next to Hermione.

"You didn't come today and the old bat asked about you!" Ron interjected while he was busy fighting with food.

"Old Bat? Who?"

"That's Ron's nickname for Professor Snape." Hermione glared at Ron.

Ron swallowed what was in his mouth, and continued to wave the chicken bone in his hand: "Emma, ​​please judge, isn't my nickname very vivid?"

"Uh, although it's not appropriate to say that...but I have to admit that you do have a talent for nicknames"

Emma is different from Hermione, she doesn't think she should be respected as long as she is a professor.If some people's character is really not very good, then some students can't blame them all for being unreasonable to him.

"Forget it, you all don't say a few words." Harry interrupted them, "Maybe..."

"Perhaps he still has a kind heart under his gloomy appearance?" Emma interrupted Harry, "Harry, do you believe it when you say this with your conscience?"

Harry fell silent.

"However, this cannot be said in the same way. Apart from his own reasons, Professor Snape's character must also be related to the environment in which he grew up when he was a child. You don't need to guess that he must have had an unfortunate childhood. Maybe he was born in a big family. , suffered all the disgust and discrimination from the family, and then..."

"Shut up, Emma." Ron poked Emma's elbow.

Emma turned her head subconsciously, just in time to see Snape passing her.

The atmosphere at the scene was very awkward.

"Er Ron" Emma turned to Ron again, "how much do you think he heard?"

Ron shook his head: "It's hard to say..."

"But since he hasn't deducted points, it means that there may be a glimmer of hope..."

"Miss Leon, Mr. Weasley, 10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor because of your disrespect." Snape's gloomy tone sounded behind them in time.

Great, hopeless.

"But--" Snape's drawn-out ending signaled that the matter was not over yet.

Emma nervously put down the cup in her hand, for fear that if she slipped her hand, she would be charged with another crime of "destroying public property".

"Miss Leon I think you owe me an explanation"

"Huh?" Emma was very puzzled.

"About why you didn't come to class this morning"

"That's it." Emma breathed a sigh of relief, she is best at making excuses, "Professor, listen to my explanation."

"No, hand me the 8-inch fact sheet by tomorrow morning"

Before Emma could defend herself, only the afterimage of the black robe was left in her vision.

Emma was stunned for a long time but didn't come back to her senses. This is too much, at least give me a chance to make excuses. . .

It wasn't until Hermione patted her on the shoulder sympathetically that Emma recovered from her shock.

"Sorry" she heard Hermione's sympathetic voice.

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I did get up early that day.

But I don't know why there is not enough time for me to pack a book and eat after I have dressed and washed.

Anyway, I started walking quickly to the classroom, which I was confident I should be able to get to before Potions class started.

However, the weather was unforeseen, I was going well, but I accidentally saw our amiable and respectable Professor Snape.

I thought to myself, I can't walk into the classroom behind the professor, what a disrespect to the professor!

So I started running.

I don't know if it was the janitor who forgot to clean the hallway yesterday or some student who littered while eating breakfast this morning. I felt an inexplicable resistance under my feet as I ran.

Yes, I'm about to trip over a piece of trash.

Professor McGonagall, do you think if you were in this situation and something happened to appear in front of you, would you grab it without thinking to prevent yourself from falling?

I see you nodded, so you also think this approach is understandable, right?

The above is the whole process of me ripping off Professor Snape's robe from behind, er, to be precise, my hand was hanging on his waistband after ripping off the robe.

Emma finished her case statement and anxiously waited for Professor McGonagall's response.

Professor McGonagall was silent for a long time, and Emma felt her heart was about to jump into her throat.Finally, Professor McGonagall sighed and opened his mouth slowly.

"Miss Lyon, don't be an example"

Emma became excited instantly, does this mean let bygones be bygones?

"But you need a month's labor service with Professor Snape"

Emma's happy mood just now faded away.

"Okay, there's nothing to do here, you can go back"

Emma left Professor McGonagall's office resentfully, and saw Harry with a worried face as soon as he walked out the door.

"Professor McGonagall didn't punish you!" Harry hurried up to grab Emma.

"No, no, Professor McGonagall has a kind heart." Emma waved her hand, her face not minding, "It's just that Snape's side may not be able to explain it. To be honest, I don't think I'll ever have the face to see him again. up"

Thankfully Snape didn't have any weird quirks.He wore trousers neatly under his wizard robe.Otherwise, if she accidentally saw his white (or sallow?) buttocks. . .She probably doesn't want to live anymore.

"The professor will understand, after all, you didn't mean it..." Harry's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was obvious that he couldn't convince himself later.

"Forget it, it's over, what other choice do I have besides living strong?" Emma patted Harry on the shoulder, "Don't worry about me, I will always get through it "