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

"Huh?" Emma didn't understand what Voldemort's words were implying, but she continued, "Aha, today is a good day. Oh, by the way, Merry Christmas~"

Then she picked up the speed of her feet, trying to get out of the dungeon before he could react.

It is a pity that the ideal and reality cannot always be perfectly integrated.

Before she could even get out of his reach, Voldemort called to her.

"Since everyone is here, why don't you stay and have a light meal?"

"No need!" Emma refused without even thinking about it. Who dares to eat with such a big devil with the ability to destroy the world!

"Huh?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"I mean"

Emma made a brief pause. She knew that if this problem was not handled well, Voldemort would definitely get angry again.She didn't want to be like that Antonin.I don't know if it's because Voldemort is so irritable because he has reached menopause. . .

"Well, I mean, your men will spend Christmas with you too. I'm not a Death Eater, so it would be strange for me to stay in any capacity. A philosopher once said Shun, so I won't bother you"

After Emma finished speaking, she imagined having dinner with a table of Death Eaters.

Hmm, really spooky.

"No, they're all going back for the holidays, just you and me, oh, and Nagini." Voldemort finished the sentence calmly, as if he didn't think there was any problem with this arrangement at all.

Fuck, this look is even more terrifying, okay?

If they had dinner together in the past, it was because there was no way to do it because of the constraints, but now that they have returned to the wizarding world, it is strange that he still wants to hook up with him.She still remembered how eagerly he wanted to get rid of her in front of Dumbledore not long ago, but now he actually wanted to treat her to dinner. . .

No matter what.

Then she couldn't accept it even more!

"No, no, I still have an appointment. I believe that there must be a long line of people who want to have dinner with you just by waving your hand..."

"Who are you with?" Voldemort interrupted her suddenly.

"what?"

"I ask, you, with, who, have, date"

Voldemort's single-word tone and his indifferent expression put a lot of pressure on Emma, ​​but the act of him suddenly starting to wipe his wand completely broke down her psychological defenses.

"No one, I thought about it, how rare it is for us to meet once, every year is different. Since I happened to come to your place this year, it's not a big deal for everyone to have a light meal, it's just..."

"You'll go back alive"

"No, I mean..."

"I promise you can go back before the curfew!"

"OK then"

Emma saw that all her doubts had been resolved, and she felt embarrassed to continue being so hypocritical.She shrugged and said, "As long as you don't mind my clothes being covered in dirt from when I was just kidnapped, I'd be honored to have dinner with you too."

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Voldemort apparently had a different understanding of the word "pot meal" than she did.Emma went with the house elf to change clothes, and when she came out, she saw a table full of food.

If she had to sit opposite Voldemort to eat according to normal etiquette, she estimated that they would have to use a small speaker to speak to each other to hear clearly.

Voldemort apparently noticed the problem too, and he "reasonably" arranged her seat to his right.

Emma saw that he even pulled out the chair for her, so she simply sat down without unnecessary etiquette and pleasantries.

Although the house is a bit dilapidated, judging from the small "v" engraved on the silver tableware, Voldemort should have put a lot of effort into the details.

"Cough" he broke the silence first, "Do you plan to go home for Christmas?"

"No." Emma focused on cutting the steak in front of her. "My parents are traveling again. I heard that they went to see the aurora. Even if I go back, I will be alone."

"Where's your grandfather?"

"Merlin knows where he's going to explore again, and he can't be idle at all. But that's not important anymore." Emma waved her hand nonchalantly, "I'm still more interested in the aurora."

"What's on the back of your hand?"

"Huh?" Emma glanced at the back of her hand, the scars left by Umbridge's punishment before were still faintly visible.

But before Emma had time to explain, Voldemort stretched out his fingers, and the cold fingertips lightly stroked the back of her hand, causing her to shiver.

"Who did it?"

"That Umbridge from the Ministry of Magic"

"Huh?" Voldemort nodded, the expression on his face still inscrutable.

"I don't know why, she insisted that you haven't come back yet, but I was punished for insisting on my own opinion"

"Really?" Voldemort's face wrinkled again, "Let's not talk about this, let's eat"

Although she didn't know what Voldemort was going to do, Emma vaguely felt that Umbridge's luck might be coming to an end, and she felt a sense of relief.

Emma forked a steak.

"Hey, this taste is great! It's my favorite, tender inside and charred on the outside~"

The food put her in a good mood, and she suddenly remembered that she had prepared a small gift for Voldemort.

"Speaking of Nagini?"

"She went to the basement to catch mice"

"That's right, but is the bag that Nagini was in at that time still there?"

"Crack----" With Voldemort's snap of his fingers, a skinny house-elf dressed in tatters appeared at the table.

"Xiao Xiao obeys Master's instructions, what do you want Xiao Xiao to do?"

"Go get the bag that Nagini was in at the time"

After a few teleportations by the elf, Emma's bag fell into Voldemort's hands.

"You can back down"

"Yes, Master"

Voldemort handed the bag to Emma.

"What's so special about this bag?"

"It's really nothing." Emma skillfully found the side chain of the bag, "No, a gift"

Emma's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly, because Voldemort didn't take the gift, and looking at her expression now, it felt like she was holding a bomb instead of a gift.

"What? Are you still afraid that I will carry out a suicide attack? Then I will dismantle it myself?"

Emma made a gesture to open the package, but Voldemort snatched the package back with a big hand.Emma was very speechless. If I knew he was so cowardly, it wouldn't work if I didn't stimulate it.

In an instant, the gift box in Voldemort's hand disappeared, and Emma's carefully customized pen appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Well, technically speaking, this pen was taken from my grandfather, so it should be worth a lot. But I made some small changes in the details--"

Sure enough, it was the right thing to prepare him for Christmas!

"----Although my engraving is not very good, I should still be able to vaguely read your name."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slowly, then nodded, looking satisfied.

Emma finally breathed a sigh of relief. She heard that engraving a name makes the gift exclusive, and all the big shots like such things.It now appears that this theory is not wrong.

Voldemort soon gave the pen to the house-elf for safekeeping, and Emma's attention returned to dinner.Among other things, the cooking skills of Voldemort's family are not bad. If it weren't for her apprehension that affected her appetite, she might eat more.But when she was freed from the temptation of delicious food, she found that Voldemort had been watching her for a long time.

Emma suddenly felt a little nervous, is this meal really free?Is the craftsmanship of a star chef so easy to eat?

But after Emma observed for a while, she realized that Voldemort was not looking at her at all.Although he was sitting facing her, his eyes did not converge at all.In other words, he should just be staring in her direction.

Suddenly, Voldemort slapped the table hard, causing Emma to shake with the silverware on the table.

"Walk"

"Where are you going?" Emma couldn't understand his problem of only half-talking.

"It was a surprise, if you insist"

"???" When did Voldemort know how to play surprises?And what kind of person would tell others that there is a surprise with a straight face!What about "what you insisted on saying", who the hell insisted on saying it!Let's have cat cake!

Although she had complained for many rounds in a row, Emma still obediently followed behind Voldemort.

They took a few steps forward when Voldemort turned suddenly and put his hand on her shoulder.Before Emma could protest, she was sucked into the high-speed swirling airflow.

The next experience was definitely not pleasant, and Emma felt that her discomfort this time was no less than the previous time travel.If this is the "surprise" Voldemort gave her, then she can only hehe.

Fortunately, Emma was well prepared this time, and she didn't throw up when she landed.

After Emma recovered from the dizziness, she found that she and Voldemort had come to a dark forest.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when murderers and arsonists.

"It's cold..."

The forest at night was much colder than she had imagined. Coupled with the fear in her heart, Emma crouched and shivered behind Voldemort.

Voldemort turned to her and gave her a surprised look, then drew his wand.

"I didn't mean to complain! Your lord has a lot, I won't say more!"

Although she didn't know what Voldemort was going to do, Emma felt that this scene was very suitable for killing people.She was very afraid that Voldemort would abandon her body in the wilderness if he was unhappy, so she counseled. . .

But what surprised her was that this time she turned out to be the one who treated the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.As Voldemort quickly withdrew his wand, she felt a rush of warmth at the same time.

So he just cast a warming spell on her?

This. . .

It's really a needle in the heart of the devil. . .

"Our current location is a little bit different from what I expected, but it shouldn't be far away, and it won't take much time to walk there"

Emma nodded understandingly. His thoughtful actions just now earned Emma's goodwill, so now Emma finally found a little comfort in getting along with him.She walked from behind Voldemort to his right, to see exactly where he was taking her.

“coming soon”

As if he had read her mind, Voldemort pointed to the distance, indicating that there was the exit.

Now that he had made it clear that it was a surprise, Emma didn't want to spoil her expectations.She followed him to the exit, thinking that she would see a large sea of ​​flowers or some rare animals, or a meteor shower in the X constellations.It's a pity that when she walked out of the woods, she saw nothing except the sky full of stars and a large snow field.

"Is this a surprise?" Emma felt that it was very touching that she had been able to walk with him patiently for so long.

"Patience" Voldemort took out the pocket watch from his pocket, "soon"

"What's coming soon?"

Emma frowned, now suspecting that Voldemort was teasing her.

"There"

Emma followed Voldemort's instructions and looked over.

The author has something to say: To be honest, I was very cavalier when I wrote this chapter. . .

I really hope that Kaka will be fine. . .

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Regarding the character design of the Dark Lord that someone mentioned before.

Then I thought about it again.

First of all, this article is based on a major premise: Voldemort has not lost the ability to love (whether he is willing to love and whether he believes in love is another story)

If he is the same incompetent lunatic as in the original work, then this article will be useless.

In my understanding, love is an irresistible powerful force, which is why Harry defeated Voldemort many times.

Therefore, the character design of this article should be a little bit OOC, and it may not feel the brutality and madness of the original work, but isn't this a girl ticket?

In the general direction, I will still try my best not to collapse, but the small details may be a little warmer, so please eat at your discretion.