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

The result of insomnia the night before is not getting up at all the next morning.

However, the men sent by Voldemort started work early in the morning.

"Miss? Where would you like to put the things sent by the Dark Lord?"

Someone knocked on her door.

"Put it outside, put it all outside!" Emma yelled and wrapped her head in the quilt again.Why can't they put down their things quietly and leave!

But the people outside the door seemed to ignore her request directly, they were still chattering, not knowing what they were doing.

After 10 minutes, Emma, ​​who couldn't bear it anymore, finally made up her mind and got up from the bed.She wanted to see what they were doing outside, and if it was much ado about nothing, she swore she would never end with them!

Emma took a deep breath, then opened the door.

The sight outside the bedroom door stunned her.

She didn't know how they did it, but it seemed like they transformed the dilapidated old mansion into a baroque luxury villa overnight.

By the way, magic!She almost forgot that they were all wizards, which shouldn't be too difficult for them.What's more, Voldemort simply invited a construction team. 2, 30 people have been tossing around all morning, and some achievements should be made.

"Miss, we didn't intend to disturb you, but the Dark Lord asked us to complete the work as soon as possible--" A person who looked like a small boss smiled apologetically at her, "I hope you can understand"

"Of course, I know it's not all your fault. But can you tell me, did the Dark Lord give you any instructions or hints about what he was going to do?"

"Excuse me?" The little boss didn't seem to understand what Emma meant.

"That is, did he ever tell you why he's renovating the house?"

"I don't even want to know why when he pulls his wand out"

"..." Well, this is Voldemort.

"But he did ask me to bring you a sentence"

"what?"

"He said he'd come tonight, hope you're ready"

"What are you preparing for?" Could it be that her maid pretends to be kneeling to serve?

"I don't know either." The little boss shrugged, "I'm only in charge of spreading the word."

"Okay, then I get it"

Emma was helpless, and she didn't know what Voldemort wanted to do. In short, it's always right to smooth the hair.

They spent the next afternoon repairing and decorating the old house, but to Emma's surprise, Voldemort seemed to give them a lot of choice in terms of specific issues.How to say this feeling. . .

It's like decorating your own house.

Of course, Emma would not allow herself to have such a stupid illusion.

The happy time always passed quickly, and it was almost eight o'clock when the construction team retreated.Emma was naturally very hungry, but fortunately Voldemort still retained a bit of humanity, dragging the construction team to bring her something, barely enough to fill her stomach.

At this time, she misses the spicy crayfish, wolf tooth potato flower, sauced elbow, and stewed hoof flower. . .

The more I think about it, the more hungry I get!

Emma put down the cheese in her hand in frustration, how could such a thing be eaten in comparison!

"What? Not satisfied?"

Voldemort didn't know when he appeared in the kitchen.

"If you show up quietly like this again, next time you will very likely see me who has a heart attack"

Emma rolled her eyes.

"I can't believe you're so vulnerable"

Voldemort snatched a piece of cheese from the plate.

"Hey, that's mine!" Emma subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab the cheese back.

But Voldemort relied on his height advantage to easily defuse her attack.He smiled and seemed in a good mood.

"Forget it." Emma withdrew her hand, "I don't want to argue with you about this, just tell me when I can go home"

"You are not satisfied with this place? I let them decorate it according to your wishes. Is there anything else you need?"

Voldemort looked at her with eyes that could be called "doting", which made Emma shudder in fright.

"No, nothing, I just want to go home"

She swore that if she had known the consequences of her words, she would not have said it even if she suffocated.

Voldemort was silent for two minutes after listening to him, but with her familiarity with him, he must be suppressing something.

Sure enough, although he was still silent, one of the plates in the kitchen was broken.

not good!Emma secretly groaned.

"What did you just say?" Voldemort asked nonchalantly, "I didn't catch it."

"I, I didn't say anything, just curious why you came here"

Emma felt relieved that Voldemort had let go of his aura after she asked the question.

"I just came to see you." His expression suddenly became a little unnatural, and he walked out of the kitchen after he finished speaking.

Emma naturally followed, but the question just now still stuck in her mind. Although she wanted to suppress it, she couldn't help but ask it.

"Then what am I living here? Your prisoner? Your slave? Or your . . . anything else?"

She wished he could see the disgust on her face.

But he turned his face away.

"You are my guest"

"Pfft - don't laugh at me to death, this excuse is too bad. If you really want to imprison me for the rest of your life, you might as well just kill me. You have the nerve to talk about guests, I guess there is no one in this world who I'm an even more reluctant guest"

"Pay attention to your tone! Do you know how many people out there hope to be favored by me, and dream of living in my house..." He gritted his back molars while speaking.

"Oh? Then you invite them to be your guests~ Anyway, I didn't do it voluntarily"

In fact, Emma was not afraid of Voldemort venting his anger like this now. What she feared most was his silence.

"Enough!" Voldemort slapped the table hard, "Do what you have to do, I will be very busy during this time, and I won't come here often. But I hope you will do better next time we talk attitude, goodbye"

After he finished speaking, he disappeared into a vortex of air, and Emma felt that her anger was stagnated in her heart and there was nowhere to vent it.

Who does he think he is! ?

Why did he speak to her in such a tone! ?

And every time I feel that I am at a loss, I run away, it is amazing to be magical!

Ahhhhh, no, she's going to die of anger!

Wait, he said he's been busy recently, is it because it's almost the end of the due date?She remembered that he had to do things at the end of each term, so is it possible that he locked her up because she might hinder his plan?

Well, it's not impossible, and besides, he didn't intend to kill himself. At most, he is imprisoned in a disguised form, and it is still within the tolerable range. Let's wait and observe quietly for a while.

If it comes, it will be safe, anyway, before she finds a way to escape, she has no other way but to live in peace.

Emma sighed, she just didn't know when such a life would end. . .

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The next few weeks were surprisingly quiet.

Originally Emma was very homely, and the collection of books in the old house was quite rich, and Voldemort hired special servants to take care of her. Although her daily life was not fulfilling, it was not too boring.

Especially this set of "The Secret History of the Great Magician's Love" is really poisonous hehehehe. . .

"Emma?"

She heard Voldemort calling to her from the door, and she glanced at him before returning her attention to her book.

He shouldn't expect that one day when he calls her name, she will run over to greet him. . .Emma rolled her eyes.

"looking at what?"

Voldemort sat next to her consciously, and Emma noticed that his hands tended to climb up her shoulders, and she immediately patted the back of his hands with the back of the book.

He silently withdrew his hand.

Emma snorted triumphantly in her heart, and then continued to look at the lace of the ancient magician.

"cough cough"

Voldemort coughed twice, trying to attract Emma's attention.

"Is your throat uncomfortable? The water is on the table" Emma glanced at him sideways.

"Not this one." Voldemort sat up straight and looked at her seriously.

"I've been busy recently, and I haven't had time to have a formal conversation with you. But I promise, you won't wait too long"

"Okay, how long is not too long?"

Emma finally put down the book in her hand.

"Let's see, a week?"

"make a deal"

"so----"

"So what?"

"Since you already know I'm going to tell you everything in a minute, we hope you'll be better off"

"No problem, I won't flirt with you anymore"

If her feeling is right, he seems to be trying to curry favor with her?

"besides..."

He suddenly approached her, and Emma shrank back subconsciously.Who knew that the rocking chair was a little unstable, and she was about to fall to the ground.

Of course, Voldemort would not allow her to break his rocking chair. He didn't know what kind of magic he used to make her float in the air.

Then she floated slowly into his arms and he caught her.

Still a princess hug.

"Uh, thanks"

Emma watched the flames of the fireplace projected into his pupils, feeling that the atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward.

"No," he answered her bluntly, and then put her on the ground.

Although he had let her go, Emma was still immersed in what had just happened.

If it wasn't for her illusion, he seemed to be smiling just now?

The author has something to say: In this chapter, Lao Fu has been struggling with "blacken or not", "want to be cruel to her but can't bear it", "I really want to sleep her but let's take it step by step" ( Huh, is there something strange mixed in)

That's all I hinted at about the next chapter.

you can use your imagination

Well, what are you talking about?

Oh no, we are Shimizu Wen

But all causes have consequences

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I'm in a bad mood lately

There's a retard in the next bedroom

Sitting in the corridor every morning to take a fucking public class

I told her to keep her voice down

"But I'm in class, my classmate" (in Nima's class)

let her change places

"But this is the door of our dormitory" (I know it's the door of your dormitory!)

Damn, she is poisonous!I have nothing to say anyway!

I have bought earplugs from a certain treasure, I hope the quality is good. . .