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

Emma's funeral was quickly over.

Although she didn't go, according to Harry, there were quite a few people present.

"I didn't even know I was getting so much attention"

Emma looked at the photos in the "Daily Prophet" and said to Harry with a smile.

"It's already legendary that you escaped from Voldemort's hands twice, and you saved Sirius. Naturally, everyone pays more attention to you. You should really see Hagrid sitting in the last row wiping tears The way he looks, I mean, I've rarely seen him so sad..."

"But the less people know about me being alive, the better, right? I don't need to explain what would happen if Bellatrix knew I wasn't dead..."

Harry sighed heavily: "So Emma, ​​will you come back?"

"Harry" Emma looked at him sincerely, "I don't want to lie to you that there will be a miracle or something, the truth is, I will probably never step into the wizarding world again. However, I will always give you Writer, you can also come to the Muggle world to play with me when you are free."

"Okay!" Harry nodded quickly, "After all this is over, I mean if I'm lucky enough to survive this war..."

"Hey, you must survive! You are the savior! This is Merlin's responsibility to you." Emma interrupted Harry hastily.

Harry gave a weak smile when Dumbledore walked in.

"I think your farewell words are almost finished? Emma, ​​your parents are still waiting outside, and they keep urging me to send you back. Come on, there are still many things waiting for us to arrange." Dumbledore gestured with his eyes Emma followed him.

"Goodbye Harry, take me to say hello"

"I will"

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Voldemort didn't understand how his flawless plan had come to this.

He got the Soul Piece from the diary (or should I say the quill) and immediately set about mending his soul.

The result was as he expected. Although the process was quite twists and turns, when he finally succeeded, he felt the feeling he had been missing for a long time.

A deep feeling of contentment.

It seems the captain was right when he said that splitting the soul would bring eternal pain.

But at the same time, he also felt another strange feeling.

That was his desire for something other than power that he hadn't had in a long time.

The source of longing is Emma.

He didn't know what spell he was under her spell.These days, he always thinks of her for no reason.I thought of her side face looking up at the sky, the soft touch on the top of her head, and that sunny smile that seemed to shine into the most secret corner of his heart.

He didn't know what this meant, but the more he couldn't see her, the more anxious he became.Although the plan to affect Harry Potter went as smoothly as he had imagined, it did not ease his violent mood in the slightest.

Although he can confidently and objectively say that now he is stronger, more rational and more handsome than when he was reborn, but he still seems to be unable to manage his emotions well. . .

He stumbles upon that he has some sort of mystical connection to Harry Potter and that he can see into his mind.It was a good thing for him, and he hatched a plan to take Harry Potter in one fell swoop at the Department of Magical Things while Dumbledore was away.

The imminent fulfillment of long-held plans gave him some peace, but her shadow haunted him as if accompanied by him.

Her shadow said: "Harry is my friend you can't do this to him!"

He sneered, he will never forget this.Emma is Potter's friend, and if Potter is going to the Department of Magical Things, Emma will definitely go with him.Although he very much disapproved of this stupid friendship, there would be so many Death Eaters that it would be difficult for him to guarantee her safety even if he gave orders not to accidentally injure her.

But the most important thing is that he doesn't want anyone to know about his special desire to protect her.

After thinking about it, Voldemort decided to keep her by his side.It was safe and nothing would go wrong, and he could take this opportunity to clarify his feelings for her.

He had sent Draco Malfoy to bring her in the first few hours of the plan.But after a while he didn't wait for her.Could it be that Malfoy disobeyed his orders?He is so brave!

Voldemort stormed out of the study, ready to tell what would happen to his disobedient subordinates.However, at this moment, he suddenly heard intermittent singing.

Although he didn't know what was being sung, Voldemort immediately recognized Emma's voice from the broken words and pronunciation.

He tried his best to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Emma half-lyed on the sofa, staring intently at the wine glass in front of her, not noticing his approach at all.

A faint smell of alcohol permeated the room, the air was ambiguous and seductive, and the red wine glass in front of him reflected his pupils.He couldn't help but leaned down and slowly approached her.He could already smell her fragrance. . .

Suddenly there was a fright in her eyes, and then the glass exploded in front of him.He had no choice but to stop his movements and use Clean Up on himself.

So what was he planning to do?

After a short silence, he tried to break the embarrassment, but he didn't expect his question to make the situation even more embarrassing.He really wasn't suitable for small talk, so he took her directly to the dungeon.

Although the dungeon is small and damp, it is indeed a good place to hide.

After a little struggle she quickly complied, which was exactly what he wanted.

He locked the cell door and explained some precautions to her.

"Just wait here obediently for me to come back. Also, don't try to pick the lock with any method, whether it's Muggle or wizard, understand?"

Only then did he realize what he had just said.

The most mundane of all his dreams but also the most distant one seemed to be coming true.

She stood in front of him, her eyes full of fear and timidity.He suddenly had the desire to hug her and comfort her with the gentlest words he knew.

He wants to tell her he won't hurt her.

He wanted to tell her. . .

Yes, what else did he want to tell her?

His outstretched hand came to a sudden stop. Making people fearful is his forte, but making people feel safe and warm is not one of his qualities.

But they've had a long time to figure it out, haven't they?Anyway, he didn't intend to let her leave again.

"Wait for me to come back" he whispered, with many complicated emotions churning in his heart.

He turned and walked out of the dungeon.He'll figure it out when he gets back, and there will finally be a rationale for his unwarranted possessiveness and protectiveness.

It's just that he didn't expect that this was the last thing he said to her