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

"It's time to get up"

A blast of hot air hit Emma's neck.

"what..."

Emma moved in the opposite direction, but the people behind suddenly stretched out their hands to circle her.She now knows what is at the root of her discomfort.

Yes, his stubble should really be shaved.

Emma opened her eyes in a daze——

It was dark outside the window.

"Let me sleep a little longer" She pushed her head back into the pillow.

"If you don't get up again, you will be late for the wedding"

He started kissing the back of her neck.

"Don't make trouble." Emma pushed his head away, "It's not yet dawn, at least I can sleep for another hour"

"But I want you now"

However, he ignored her resistance and slowly slipped his hand into her pajamas.Emma finally woke up under his malicious teasing, and now she is very broken.

If she had known that he was this kind of person, she would never have agreed to live with him!Although she can understand that he has been lonely for many years as a firm celibate, but this cannot be the reason for him to be so indulgent now!How could he be so sexually high all the time! ?

Emma sighed, saying that falling in love with an old man is like an old house on fire, and she really feels that she is going to be burned to death now.Indulgence hurts the body. . .

After several tosses, Emma used her last strength to push away the man on her body and looked at the time.Well, it's still too late to get up.

"Next time you wake me up because of something like this, I think we need to discuss the issue of sleeping in separate rooms." Seeing his defensive expression, Emma quickly interrupted him, "Don't mention anything to me 'This is the love you've been saving for years' or something like that, you've been saving it for so many years and I don't mind letting you save it for a few more years"

Emma's threat successfully frightened Voldemort.He silently withdrew the hand that was still lingering on her shoulder.

Emma slowly got up from the bed, to be honest, it's not refreshing to wake up and say something like this!

She glanced back at Voldemort resentfully, and found that the latter had already dressed at the speed of light, and was standing in front of the mirror adjusting his bow tie.

Recently, he finally explained why he is not old.He also split several soul slices, so his appearance always stays at the time of split soul slices.

Even she was moved by saying this, thinking about it could keep her face forever. . .

But after hearing Voldemort describe the difficulty of casting this magic and the side effects, she decisively gave up the idea.She even began to suspect that Voldemort's intelligence in some aspects is not as good as that of Tom before (of course he justified himself because men are stupid in front of their lovers) is the sequelae of the split soul movie.

"What do you think of this dress?"

Emma deliberately wore the latest custom-made dress to turn around in front of Voldemort.

"It's not bad." Voldemort frowned and nodded.

Looking at his expression, Emma knew that this was a desire to suppress before raising.

Sure enough, he spoke again.

"But isn't the neckline too low?"

Emma looked down.

"Is this considered low? Do you want me to wear a turtleneck sweater and you are satisfied?"

Voldemort nodded, and added something at the end.

"I don't mind if you don't mind showing love marks on your neck"

Emma bowed her head again.

This, ya,, absolutely, yes, yes, intentionally, yes!

Half an hour later.

Emma smeared enough concealer on her own neck and happily headed out in the same dress.

"Are you ready?" Voldemort asked her.

"Uh, I guess so." Although she had used the Portkey many times, Emma had to admit that she was still not used to the feeling of being hooked around her navel.

After a nauseating dizziness, they landed in a jungle.

"It wouldn't be some kind of jungle adventure to be eligible for the wedding?"

"No, a strong confusion spell has been cast here"

Emma raised an eyebrow.

"is it?"

"certainly"

Voldemort took out his wand and silently said some incantation.The world in front of Emma's eyes suddenly changed.

Here is no longer a dense jungle, here are all ancient and strange vine species.All kinds of vines weave and intertwine to form many layers of worlds. What's even more strange is that the people living on the trees are not humans, elves or other species. Now hundreds of cats are squatting on the upper vine world and looking down at them.

"what's going on?"

Although she considers herself a fluffy fan, being stared at by so many cats still makes Emma feel a little guilty.

"Elf cats are elves that look like cats. They can change shape when they grow up, and it is said that they can become people." Voldemort began his small science class again.

"So----" Before Emma could finish speaking, she saw a man in a gorgeous white suit approaching.

"Are you here to attend His Highness's wedding?"

"Your Highness? Who? Snape?"

Emma became more and more suspicious that they might have taken fake port keys.

"That's right, both of you, please follow me."

The man in white made a "please" gesture.

"If something happens later, I will withdraw your cover first." Emma silently hinted at Voldemort with her lips.

Voldemort gave her a "don't worry you have me by your side" raised eyebrow.

Well, such overconfidence made her even more worried.

Emma tremblingly followed the man in white, climbing up layers of vines, and when she felt that the sky-reaching vines would never end, they finally reached the top.

At the top of the vines is a huge platform, which is completely different from the scene below, and the people walking on it are no longer various cats but people.

But because of their strange hair color and eye color, it is still difficult for Emma to regard them as the same species as herself.

This platform has obviously been carefully decorated, with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants growing everywhere, and even an inexplicable fragrance permeates the air.The sun is shining today but not too dazzling, everything on this platform is coated with a gentle golden layer.For any woman, it should be almost perfect to marry the one she loves in such a place.It's just that she still doesn't know who Snape is marrying. . .

But judging from the current situation, it should be a creature of this race.No wonder this guy hasn't been seen since last year. After living in such a fairyland on earth, he really doesn't want to leave.

The man in white led them to the edge of the platform.

"Don't worry, a special magic has been applied here, and it will never fall. So if you two have nothing else to do, I will take my leave first."

Emma and Voldemort exchanged a look, then spoke.

"By the way, I want to ask----"

"I forgot to say, the two are distinguished guests of His Highness, and His Highness will personally meet you after a while. Oh, he is here."

The man in white bowed his head respectfully.

Emma looked behind her, and a man with pale blond hair and wearing a double robe came over.His dark brown eyes gave her a sense of déjà vu.

"Emma, ​​long time no see"

He took her hand and kissed her politely.

Although it is a happy thing to be kissed by a handsome guy on the back of the hand, the problem is that she really doesn't know him. . .

Emma withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and the man smiled faintly.

"You were not like this before, you enjoyed my closeness"

What thef***! ?

Emma suddenly remembered something, and she secretly glanced at Voldemort beside her.

Sure enough, his face is now as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Finally noticing Voldemort's presence, the blond man looked away from Emma and looked him up and down.

"So this is your chosen spouse? The appearance is not bad, but the soul..."

"Wait, do we really know each other?"

Emma finally asked the question out of her mouth.

The blond man's expression froze, and then he habitually put on a mocking smile.

"Sure enough, I should listen to Sif. He said that your IQ is comparable to a little troll, and I refuted him. I am so naive... Now to answer your question, yes, we know each other. You used to call me Your Majesty"

"His Majesty!?"

She must have a talent for attracting changelings! ?Will her owl turn into a human if this continues?

"So, so you and Snape are..." Emma stammered.

"Yes, we have been together for a long time, but we decided to hold the wedding now"

"Why?" Voldemort, who had been acting as air for a long time, finally interjected.

"Because today is the day when I am destined to get married, and the planetary movement this week is slightly different from before, the recent marriage will be blessed by the gods"

"Sounds great, but what about Snape?" Emma looked around curiously.

"He'll be here soon, excuse me"

His Majesty left them in a hurry, Emma suddenly felt a strong pressure on her shoulders, and she was forced to turn her head away.

"Your Majesty? Huh?"

There was danger in Voldemort's tone.Seeing this, Emma quickly explained.

"Your Majesty is a cat I used to raise. Later, he fell in love with Snape and I made it a favor. I didn't expect him to turn into a human. If I knew he was a handsome guy, I would..."

"What are you?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, the color of blood flashing in his eyes.

"I just, er, I should have sent him away earlier, and I can't keep him in trouble, eh!"

After successfully pacifying the old vinegar jar in her own family, Emma found that everyone seemed to gather in the direction of the altar, and she also took Voldemort's hand to force a way out.

"Pfft——" Although she knew that this was very unkind, she still laughed out loud when she saw Snape's appearance.

The robe he was wearing and the little black hat he wore for some unknown reason made him look like a medieval monk.

And Snape pinpointed her position in the crowd with this sneer.He gave her a stern look, but probably because Voldemort was standing next to her, he quickly looked away.

After the two grooms arrived, the ceremony began.

The high priest went up to them, took off their hats, filled them with holy water, and sprinkled them at their feet.As soon as the water landed on the platform under their feet, it immediately radiated dots of light, like a small galaxy.

"May God bless you." The priest put his hands on their heads, and then chanted an unknown incantation.

Emma gradually saw two thin golden threads climb up the back of the priest's hand, and then interweave into threads in the air.The two gold threads are intertwined, seemingly weak but indestructible.

The ceremony was complete, and His Majesty hooked Snape's neck and gave him a passionate kiss.

This was the first time Emma had seen Snape smile besides a mocking expression, it was an expression of joy from the bottom of his heart.Just looking at their happy appearance, Emma felt her heart was filled.

"Let's get married when we get back." She tugged at Voldemort's sleeve.

"it is good"

The author has something to say: In fact, about halfway through this article, I suddenly wanted to write the conclusion,

Although the cp of this article is Voldemort, it's not because I like this character so much.I just think he has great potential. (Plus I'm a novelty hunter)

I am a very casual person who opens a pit, just because I thought of it, I simply opened a pit.

I think of Luc Besson when he talked about "The Killer Is Not So Cold" and mentioned that although it seems to be a story about an uncle and a loli, it is essentially a story about a boy and a girl.

Of course, I am not saying that Voldemort can compare with the lovely and heart-warming Leon in this article, but in essence this is also a story of two children learning to love.

I did encounter a lot of resistance when I wrote it, because I didn't think he was the kind of person who would love from the bottom of my heart.And it's pretty hard to write about something when you don't believe in it yourself.

It was originally planned that this story should be a BE. I don’t know if you have watched "The Elegance of the Hedgehog". In the end, the heroine died in a car accident, but she was happy because she was "ready to love".

For whoring Voldemort, being able to "ready to love" is basically considered a success. As for the subsequent stories, there will naturally be countless small sweets that can be added.

For me, the ideal state should be that Voldemort "will not love anyone, but he must let him say the words of the person he loves the most besides himself, and that person is Emma".

Although I have said so much, as a "fear of being abused", I still forcibly HE.Many times I feel that I have written him too emotionally, and I feel as if my emotions have been hollowed out after writing.But if you follow the old lunatic with frigidity in the original book, you can only be BE.

There may be extra episodes. . .

And I have been writing this story for almost half a year, and I really feel a little bit reluctant to end it suddenly.But after finishing this article, I should fill in a few novelty-hunting short stories, but I won’t consider writing long stories in the coming time.

All in all, I hope we are destined to meet each other in the next story.