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

Emma got up early on Christmas Day.

Since she already had an appointment with Voldemort's subordinates in the afternoon, she had to deliver all the presents in the morning.

Although she can indeed ask someone to deliver it for her or directly use magic to deliver it, but she always feels that things like gifts lose part of their meaning if they are not given by themselves.

In particular, there is a special gift today, and she is not at ease who will give it to her.

Everyone seems to have their own arrangements for Christmas, and everyone has almost finished giving each other gifts and even spared the extra greetings.

So soon she was left with only one last gift, and the hardest one.

"Your Majesty, hold on a little longer"

Emma brought His Majesty a custom-made Christmas velvet hat and a small Christmas dress, which just covered the traces left by it and Nagini.But His Majesty seemed very disgusted with Emma putting these things on him. He kept twisting and twisting in Emma's hands, resisting Emma's behavior with the last stubbornness.

"You can't bear it for long, after today you believe that your life will be very happy." Emma still had a good temper and smoothed her hair to His Majesty.

His Majesty glanced at her suspiciously, but barely stopped struggling, and let Emma handle it.

After about half an hour.

Emma looked at His Majesty and nodded with satisfaction.

Your Majesty's looks are not low, after Emma's washing, cutting and blowing (?) styling, and then put on a customized Christmas suit. . .

Great, the item is ready to ship.

Emma took out a big box full of festive atmosphere.

"Then you only need to endure for a few minutes, and you can spend time with the one you love"

She didn't miss the flash in His Majesty's eyes.

"So you just jump in obediently now, and act according to my instructions when the time comes, understand?"

His Majesty explained with disdainful eyes, "Do you think I don't know what surprise is? Stupid mortal!"

Be patient, Emma.She told herself that strangling His Majesty now would be in vain.Emma gently closed the lid on the box.Although the box is not thick, Emma doesn't want His Majesty to be stuffy and lack of oxygen in it.

Finally Emma glued a bow on top of the box as a finishing touch.

That's it.

Emma knocked on the cellar door with the box in her arms.

"Who?" Snape's annoyed voice came from the door.

"It's me, Emma"

"Come in"

From Snape's tone, he seemed to be in a bad mood, so Emma was a little apprehensive when she walked in.

"Miss Lyon, I hope you have something important to disturb me at this time"

Snape heavily drew a "T" on the workbook in front of him.

"Professor, you can trust me, I do have something important to bother you." Emma held up the box with a smile, "surprise~"

The embarrassing thing is that His Majesty didn't pop out of the box as they agreed.

Have you ever experienced despair, friend?

Fortunately, Snape didn't get her embarrassing point, he stretched out his hand to take the gift.

However, Emma was not reconciled to the fact that the effect of her gift was different from what she had planned, and she didn't care about the embarrassment, she yelled "surprise!" again and shook the box.

This time His Majesty finally wobbled in the box and responded.But his action to push the lid back was too violent, and the lid was bounced off with a jerk.Even Emma, ​​who had been prepared for a long time, was taken aback, let alone poor Snape.Although he tried his best to maintain a paralyzed expression, his slight backward movement said everything.

"what is this?"

Snape's eyes were full of wariness. . .and what else.

"Christmas gift" Emma answered naturally, "I have understood during this time that His Majesty really does not love me. Qiangla's CP is not sweet, in short, in short, I wish you happiness"

Emma just talked about feeling like she was about to cry, especially when she saw His Majesty looking at Snape eagerly.

No matter what, if you can keep his body, you can't keep his heart. . .Why is her Majesty the kind of meow who will never recognize her relatives when she enters a state of passionate love!why! ?

Emma didn't dare to stay longer, she was afraid that Snape would reject her when he reacted.So she threw His Majesty into Snape's arms and fled the cellar like the wind.

I hope His Majesty can have a good time with Snape this time. . .

Wait, why does this sentence sound so strange?

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Emma came to the Pig's Head Bar as scheduled.But even in this festive season, the atmosphere at the bar was eerie, not to mention that many patrons didn't show their faces at all.

Suddenly, I thought about what to do when I went back. . .

Emma suppressed the uneasiness in her heart.I don't think Voldemort's men were so stupid as to think of knocking her out in a bar and kidnapping her openly.Besides, she also brought a poisonous snake under her command, that Death Eater should not act rashly.

I hope Voldemort is a nostalgic person. . .

She ordered a glass of butter beer for herself, then found a seat in the corner and sat down, quietly began to wait.

"Nana is so boring, can I come out of the bag?"

"No!" Emma said softly but firmly, "Are you trying to scare away everyone in the bar? How many times do I have to tell you that you are a poisonous snake, not everyone can put down their guard and accept you of"

"But Nana doesn't want to leave Emma~ It's not good to go back to Tom One, he makes Nana bite every day, it's super boring~"

It took Emma a long time for Nagini to understand that there was more than one Tom, there was Tom One, Tom Two, and maybe Tom Three through Tom N.But now it seems that she is accepting the concept well.

"Nagini, you have to know, V...Tom is not a good person. He does murder as often as I do in class. You are his snake, you have to get used to it"

Emma didn't expect to pacify his snake after pacifying Voldemort.

"Don't say I'm like a murderer!" Lord Quill joined their conversation indignantly, "That lunatic named Voldemort really has nothing to do with me, I am him in the most perfect state"

"Oh? so what? He has a body and you don't. What else is there to say?"

Emma was chatting with a pen and a snake when she suddenly heard a hoarse voice.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Emma Lyon?"

Emma looked up and saw a tall man with blond hair and back.

"Yes, I'm Emma Leon, may I ask who you are?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is have you brought something?" The stranger patrolled around vigilantly for a week.

"Of course, do you want me to bring it to you now?"

"Yes, you give me your things and you can go"

It seemed that Voldemort did not intend to pursue her actions, and Emma finally let go of her heart.She took off her backpack and handed it directly to the stranger.

But the moment the stranger took it, Nagini twisted uncomfortably, so frightened that his hands slipped and he almost missed it.

"Still alive," Emma said succinctly.

"Uh, okay." The stranger nodded, then picked up his bag and left.

Is this over?

It didn't take more than 5 minutes from the time they started talking to handing over the items. Emma couldn't help but feel a little amused at her previous paranoia.

She was an insignificant person, and Voldemort had no need to kill her, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

Just as there was nothing left of the butter beer in front of her, Emma simply stood up and left the Pig's Head Bar.

As soon as she walked out of the bar, she heard someone calling her from behind.

"Emma Lyon!"

She turned her head reflexively.

Then nothing is known.

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"Antonin, how many times have I told you..."

When Emma woke up, she found herself locked in a dungeon, but she could faintly hear people on the floor above her seem to be arguing.

"Forgive me, my master"

"Shut up! Forgive you? Tell me first. I sent Yaxley on a mission. Why did you follow?"

"I know Yaxley is going to get your stuff back, but I want to punish the thief myself"

"Thief? Huh?"

This characteristic grim laugh allowed Emma to finally confirm the identity of the speaker.

"Yeah, she stole something from you, master, and she needs to be punished!"

"But—" Voldemort drew out his tone meaningfully.

Emma immediately noticed the change in his mood, well, he should be angry.

"Drilling the Bone"

"Yes, but, why?"

The man named Antonin seemed to be in pain, and Emma immediately thought of the spider in the Moody class before.But he still doesn't seem to understand where he went wrong.

"Even if she stole something from me, it's me who can decide whether to punish her, do you understand?"

"Yes Yes..."

What the hell!She didn't steal it at all!They all came to the door by themselves, okay? ! !Did he think she would be willing to help him take care of the glass heart snake and Tom of the city! ! !

"Go back, this kind of thing won't happen again"

"Yes Master"

Then came the sound of footsteps, and Emma immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be dizzy.

At first, Emma thought he was leaving just to take a look, but she didn't expect that after he came in, there was no movement.

Emma waited for a while in fear, but finally she opened her eyes secretly.

But she kept an eye out and deliberately followed the routines of all TV dramas to "slowly" wake up.

"Here, where is it?" Emma half-opened her eyes, trying to make herself look weaker.In her experience, the more innocuous the behavior, the safer it is in this situation.After all, this is not the time when Voldemort has no magic power. It can be said that he has no resistance even if he wants to kill her now.

"Are you really just waking up now?"

Voldemort's expression looked relaxed and even joyful.It was hard to imagine that he was the one who used the Cruciatus Curse just now when there was a disagreement.But this is also normal, after all, she is locked in a cage and there is no threat.

"Yes, yes, where is this place?"

"This is my mansion"

Emma glanced at the surrounding environment, and the dungeon was very old at first glance.The metal on the cell door was rusty, the torches flickered faintly in the distance, not to mention the smell of corruption in the air. . .

"Temporarily," Voldemort added immediately after seeing her disgusted expression.

Emma smiled indifferently. In fact, where and how he lived had nothing to do with her.She only cares about one thing now.

"When can I go back? You also know that all this is a misunderstanding. I didn't steal anything from you at all. You don't know me well. I wouldn't dare to steal anything even if you borrowed my courage..."

Emma explained for a long time, but Voldemort didn't show any approval or disapproval.He just looked at her straight, his sharp eyes made her feel scared.

"Don't keep talking... I don't know what you're doing..."

Voldemort suddenly opened the dungeon door.

"Today is Christmas"

The author has something to say: Voldemort: Today Is Christmas

Emma: Meow meow?

Voldemort: Such a beautiful day, such a beautiful day, why don't you follow me!

↑I also want to write like this, and the next chapter will end directly.

But the truth is. . .

If I can get to first base in the next chapter I want to set off fireworks. . .

These two are very slow, if they fell in love suddenly, wouldn't it be OOC?

You must firmly believe that the process is difficult, but the ending must be bright.

Lastly, the branch line between the professor and His Majesty is over.

Leave a message if you want to read the episode, if there are too many people, I will write.

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The King’s Pesticide is really poisonous, I can’t stop it these two days. . .