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

"Why do they all look at me like this? This morning I met 15 classmates who forcibly high-fived me." After the charm class, Emma asked Harry suspiciously, "You guys over there in the Gryffindor common room?" Did something happen that I don't know about?"

"Uh, how can I explain this to you... In short, you have become a hero of Gryffindor now. They all say that you are the 'golden right hand' who dared to take off the trousers of vipers."

"What right hand?" Emma stopped, so she had to give another high-five to a passing student.

"They say you'll be approved for Potions class this semester after giving you a high five, which is obviously a superstition," Hermione interrupted suddenly, "I've always felt that people in the wizarding world lack a little logic."

"I can't agree more with that." Emma nodded.

"Hey!" A slightly immature voice appeared behind Emma.

Emma turned around and saw a cute young lady with light blonde hair.Although Xiao Zhengtai was about the same height as her, he deliberately raised his chin to forcefully increase his sense of pride.

Emma wanted to laugh when she saw his bluff. If he was really as confident as he showed, why did he bring two followers?

"Are you the Emma they talk about?" Xiaozheng asked too proudly.

"Malfoy, what do you want to do? I won't let you bully Emma!" Harry immediately stood in front of Emma.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Emma pushed Harry away. It turned out that this was the rumored little prince of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.He really is as cute as the rumors~

"I believe Malfoy just wanted to come over to say hello to me, Harry, please don't get excited." Emma patted Harry on the shoulder.

As a good-looking dog, he can be forgiven for being a little arrogant just because of Young Master Ma's good looks~

"Malfoy's not a good guy! My dad says they're all Death Eaters"

The emotion that Harry had just relaxed was brought up again by Harry.

Ron, you know that. . .

"Well, why don't we listen to what he has to say. After all, we have a large number of people, and I believe that Malfoy didn't come here on purpose to find fault."

I heard that Slytherin is the best judge of the situation, if Young Master Ma doesn't understand this step, she can't help it.

"I, I just happened to pass by, and take a look at the rumored Emma." Young Master Ma obviously lacked confidence.

"Since you have seen me, please come back now~" Emma politely gave a noble salute.

This gesture stunned Malfoy and his friends, but he returned the salute anyway.

"Emma?" She heard Harry's puzzled voice soon after Malfoy left.

"What?" Emma turned to look at her.

"I always thought you were..." Harry hesitated to say the word.

"I am indeed Muggle-born, but Harry, you must know that Muggles also have nobles."

Although she doesn't have the noble self-consciousness of the original owner, she still knows a thing or two about these etiquettes, so she has no pressure to pretend to deceive children casually.

"So you are some noble lady from the Muggle world?" Ron opened his innocent little eyes.

"You can put it this way..."

"Okay, okay, we can't chat so slowly anymore! We're going to be late for the flight class!"

Sure enough, Hermione was the only one among them who cared about studying.

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In fact, Emma refused in her heart when she first saw the broom.

In terms of comfort, it would be nice to have a cushion for this wooden stick!

And riding a broom always reminded her of the stories she heard when she was a child. Those evil wizards with hooked noses and greasy hair liked to ride brooms to cast spells in the sky. . .

Not to mention that this character setting is really inexplicably familiar. . .

But seeing that the students were all ready, Emma was too embarrassed to be hypocritical, so she had to ride on the broom and wait for takeoff like everyone else.

Don't any wizards think this broom is a butt?Is she the only one with a delicate ass?

But before Emma had time to take off, something happened to the fat little Neville next to her.

Neville's broom seems to have lost control, and he was flying around the sky with it, and finally hung him on the statue.

Fortunately, nothing major happened. . .

But before everyone had time to relieve their tension, he fell from the top.

This is really ups and downs. . .

Mrs. Hodge immediately took Neville to the infirmary, and now this class is completely free.

Emma was relieved that her ass was less tormented.

But after Malfoy saw Mrs. Hodge leave, the "campus bully" gene in his body was activated immediately.He picked up the memory ball that Grandma Neville had given him and laughed at him.

Young master Ma seems to know the rules, but bullying on campus is not acceptable. . .Emma wanted to negotiate with Master Ma to get him to hand over the memory ball, but Harry was one step ahead of her.

"Give me the ball, Malfoy!"

Emma gave Harry a moved look, and she knew he was a good boy!

Then the two staged a "Memory Ball Attack and Defense". Harry not only recovered the memory ball, but was accidentally selected as the Seeker.

Emma just wants to sigh for this ending.

The halo of the protagonist is really different~

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In the potions class that followed, Emma didn't dare to look at Snape again. His fatness, oh no, the feel of the belt was still deeply in her mind.

Even more unfortunate, she was put in the same group as Neville in the experimental class.

Although Neville was a nice lad, the nasty thing of catching slugs was never allowed to her.But his ability to fry the cauldron. . .

It's amazing!

So their combination was mercilessly mocked by Snape many times.

"Come on, pour this pot of liquid on my face." Snape said, pointing to a pot of black unknown liquid that was boiling in front of them.

"Dare not dare" Although she said so, Emma was still very willing in her heart, as long as he promised not to retaliate against her, he would definitely do it.

"Since you dare not, you are still adding sage to it! Do you want to fry all the liquid? Oh~ I forgot that you are still trying to break the record for the fastest frying cauldron set by yourself"

Neville was blushed by Snape's words, Emma didn't feel much about Snape's sarcastic words, but she also didn't feel good seeing Neville like this.

Especially after Hermione gave her an in-depth science overview of Neville's tragic life experience last night.

"Hey, are you okay?" After Snape left, Emma hurriedly leaned over to comfort Neville.

The little fat man shook his head and managed to squeeze out a smile: "It's fine, don't worry."

"Snape is such a person, as long as you get used to habitual ridicule"

"Well, Emma, ​​Emma" Neville called her name cautiously, "Can I shake your hand later?"

"Huh?" Neville's sudden request took her by surprise.

"I...I'm worried I won't pass Potions this term..."

Well, everyone believes that she should charge a fee or something?