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

Sherlock's mysterious behavior made Emma very scared.

She knows her neighbors all too well.Sherlock had never been one to rest easy, and she now even suspected that Mycroft was to blame for his prematurely receding hairline.Every time he wanted something from her or had some pranks, he would suddenly put down his aloof airs and become nidsweet.

So what is waiting for her at home? . .

Judging from the malicious smile he couldn't restrain when he left, it wasn't a good thing anyway. . .

Emma walked back while thinking about the countermeasures for various emergencies. When she got downstairs, she found that the side marigolds she planted had bloomed at some point.

Small yellow flowers peeked out of the pure white, and the color of the sun warmed her heart.

Is this the surprise that Sherlock said?

No, it's impossible, this guy might not even know she planted side marigolds.

But looking at these tenacious little lives, Emma suddenly smiled, no matter what scourge was waiting for her, these few small flowers were enough to warm her.In such a bad weather, there are strong little lives blooming silently. What hurdles are there in life?

She took one last look at them, and then went upstairs resolutely.She has nothing to fear now!

This apartment is still deserted, probably due to the lack of people, there is no festive atmosphere at all.Emma took out the key from her bag, ready to open the door and go home.

"I said----"

"Who?" Emma stopped picking the lock and turned her head reflexively.The voice was a little strange, it didn't sound like someone she knew.

A tall and thin man came from the end of the corridor. Emma felt that his eyebrows and eyes looked familiar, but she couldn't tell where she had seen him for a while.

"Merry Christmas," the strange man said to her.

"Uh, ha, merry christmas"

Emma continued to open the lock while perfunctory him. This man gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression, and now she just wanted to go home quickly.

"Do you like the necklace?"

His words successfully made Emma turn her attention back to him.

Only this time Emma really looked at him carefully.

The man looked neither young nor old, probably around 30 years old.He is tall, should be 1.8 meters.The black hair on his forehead was curled casually, which softened his originally serious face a lot.His skin looked a little pale because of the lack of blood, but this also added to his mysterious look.Coupled with his already well-defined face and deep eyes, this man looks a bit handsome in detail, not to mention his eyes seem to be glowing red. . .

Wait, glowing red?This setting is very familiar!

Only then did Emma understand where the inexplicable feeling of familiarity came from.

This is simply a Voldemort 2.0 or Tom 2.0!

Thinking of this, Emma didn't even bother to answer him, she immediately opened the door, and walked into the room.

Huh, it's dangerous.

Emma leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.She didn't know why she was guilty, but the moment she recognized him, she subconsciously felt that he was here to seek revenge.But then again, why did he come to them when they had no grievances?

It made him feel better just thinking about Emma, ​​yeah, he had no reason to know she was alive, maybe he was just a handsome neighbor who looked a bit like Tom, maybe. . .

"You still have not answered my question"

The stranger's voice suddenly appeared in her ears, and Emma subconsciously turned around to find him leaning against the wall next to the door.

"How did you get in?" Emma moved in the opposite direction from him.

"No walls can stop me," he replied stiffly.

"So, what are you doing in here?"

Emma moved slowly towards the couch, trying to find a cover.

It's a pity that he didn't seem to be in the mood to chat with her, he just looked at her, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If, if you don't mind if you sit down first, let's talk slowly if we have something to do?"

She really couldn't bear to let the atmosphere continue to be awkward, she pointed to the sofa beside her, hoping he could understand her hint.

It's a pity that he didn't know what kind of wind was blowing, and he still looked at her without saying a word.

Emma rolled her eyes, and was about to ignore him and sit on the sofa by herself.However, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

Emma tried to struggle a few times, but found that he was holding on tightly.This made her a little flustered, so she struggled with greater strength.Who knew that he let go of her hand suddenly, and she fell on the sofa without standing still.

Originally, this was a normal thing, if he hadn't just flashed to the side of the sofa.Now he squatted down beside her, looking at her with burning eyes.

She subconsciously wanted to get up and run away, but suddenly found that she was completely powerless.

Had he cast some spell on her?

She watched his face slowly approaching, and she was surprised to find that his eyelashes were still a little long.

No, now is not the time to think about it, what on earth is he thinking about?

It didn't take long for his intentions to be revealed as his cold lips pressed up.

Emma’s mood is very complicated now.

Although she was happy to have a handsome guy throwing herself into her arms, when the handsome guy's identity was unknown, everything was a little bit wrong.

Is he really Voldemort?

The moment he stopped, her question came out naturally.

"Are you Voldemort?"

He nodded, and then kissed domineeringly again.This time he was much more eager than last time, he directly pried open her lips to have a more "deep" communication with her.

She found herself reveling in the kiss, and he was clearly involved, even sliding his hand slowly into her underwear.His fingertips lightly brushed her nipples that stood upright due to excitement, making her tremble uncontrollably.

"Well"

She could only utter this muffled syllable because her lips were blocked.But she knew exactly what was going to happen next, because he already had the tendency to turn over and crush her, but she didn't expect her first time to happen on her sofa.

And how did they develop into what they are now?Didn't he just pass through a wall?

His kiss had already flowed down her chin to her neck, and she didn't know what else to do except speed up her breathing.

"Go back with me"

His breath hit her neck, itching a little.

"Where are you going?"

"Magic World"

He stood up suddenly and hugged her horizontally.

"Whoa! Wait!" she exclaimed.Did he just say he was going back to the magic world?

"Is there a problem?" He frowned.

"I..." She evoked a wry smile, "I quit the magic world"

"what?"

"I don't have any magic power anymore," she said slowly.

And he seemed to be struck by lightning, his eyes suddenly widened, and even his gaze became dull.Then he looked at her scrutinizingly, trying to find signs of a joke.

It's a pity that she was serious, and he knew she was telling the truth.

"I..."

This time Emma took the initiative to take Voldemort's hand, and she wanted to explain everything to him.

However, he shook off her hand.

Then the next second he disappeared.

Emma suddenly wanted to cry, but she knew what she should do now.

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"you sure?"

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, I don't want to stay here any longer, even without government protection and huge compensation."

"But as far as I know you and Sherlock are very happy?"

"Well, indeed, it's not his fault. Anyway, I'm going to book a flight for this afternoon and leave right away."

Mycroft looked her up and down, and then burst out laughing.

"Isn't it common for young couples to quarrel? But at his age, he should let you-"

"I don't want to hear you use your deduction to speculate what happened to me. I just want to know if I can leave this afternoon!" Emma interrupted him impatiently.

"Yes, of course. But I need to remind you again that liquidated damages are quite a lot of money, and you will also be included in the government's list of dangerous persons"

"I don't care about this, just let me get out of here." Emma waved her hand, "Come on, sign"

"You don't need to sign." Mycroft took out a document, "Your copy is here, mine is ruined"

Emma stuffed the documents casually into the suitcase, she never wanted to go home like now.What kind of Muggle government, the Ministry of Magic, take it with you!Starting tomorrow, traveling around the world with Alec is her ultimate goal!

What the hell had she been doing to think that Voldemort cared about her so much?When she told him she had become a normal Muggle, he even looked at her differently, avoiding her like the plague.

Forget it, because he is good-looking, she won't bother with him when he took advantage of her before.But she wasn't in the mood to go back to her flat in London anymore, she was a fragile person and she didn't want to get hurt.

It's not because she likes him!Absolutely not!She was simply bewitched by his appearance, and in Sherlock's words, "had an unnatural obsession."And who knows if he drugged himself or used the Imperius Curse?

Emma got into the little black car of the British government and watched the familiar street scene flash by for the last time.

Goodbye, London.

The author has something to say: driving a stroller

hope not to be locked

There's nothing below the neck after all

But Emma's chapter shows that she's very upset.

I hope the author abuses the hero