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

Emma lay on the ground, feeling a little out of breath from the hot and humid feeling.

The rough sand rubbed against her face, and she seemed to be buried in the sand.

She tried to move, but the big stone on her body didn't let her go, making her unable to move at all.Emma opened her eyes with all her strength, and a gray crab crawled leisurely in front of her.

here is. . .

Emma blinked hard a few times before her eyesight gradually recovered.

The coconut grove not far away is dancing with the wind.Clear sky, blue sea, and this unusual temperature. . .

This thick tropical vibe only says one thing.

She has crossed!

I just don't know whether this time travel is in time or in space.Anyway, this is no longer a place she is familiar with, and obviously this is not the last place she appeared.

"Ding——" a piercing voice suddenly rang in her ears, but she knew it was just her hallucination, after all, if there was such a piercing sound on this uninhabited island, it would be a ghost.

"Well"

The "stone" on her body let out a groan, and Emma realized that it should be a person on his back.

She tried to push him away, but after a few tries she could only remove one of his arms.

It's not that she is too weak, but that this position is not very convenient for her to perform such actions.

Emma had to change her strategy, she no longer tried to move him but slowly pulled herself away from under him.

After regaining the air, Emma didn't even bother to stand up. She greedily took a few breaths of fresh air before looking back.

omg!

Emma closed her eyes immediately, she must have seen it wrong, right!How could she have traveled with Voldemort?Right, after all her last memory is still. . .

Still hit by his spell.

Okay, now should I kill him first while he is unprepared, or kill him first?

Voldemort is obviously in a coma now, and the opportunity to kill him by taking advantage of it unawares is simply beyond Dumbledore's dreams.

Emma suppressed her still somewhat suffocated breathing, and then walked under the coconut tree to pick up a coconut.

According to the show in the TV series, all you need to do is hit him on the back of the head. Emma showed a satisfied smile. Who said that Harry is the savior?She's the woman who ended it all hahahaha. . .what. . .what. . .

Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked into her with horror.

Just say that you have to do bad things before you can laugh!Otherwise, being woken up halfway by the object of bad things would not be an embarrassment that can be described. . .

It's not right for Emma to hold the coconut and put it down, and it's not right to continue holding it.

She forced a smile: "Are you awake?"

"If I wake up one minute later, I'm probably going to see Merlin." Voldemort's face was cold and expressionless, combined with his deformed face, even under such bright sunlight, it still made people feel like a ghost. A vivid horror flick is in theaters.

"How can it be?" Emma put down the coconut slowly, "I was thinking about making coconut milk or something. After all, the weather is so hot, it's not good to make your old man go wrong..."

Voldemort slowly got up from the ground. He straightened his wizard robe first, then drew his wand from his waist and pointed it at Emma.

Immediately Emma threw the coconut to the ground and threw up her hands in surrender.

"Let's talk about it if we have something to say, there is no need to use knives and guns like this..."

Voldemort was not at all interested in Emma's words, he slowly approached her with his wand, and then his wand directly touched her neck.

Well, she might be saying goodbye to the world, after all, attempted murder is not a crime that would keep her alive.

At least not with Voldemort.

Emma slowly closed her eyes, preparing to greet this moment calmly.

"Ava..."

However, Voldemort suddenly stopped reciting the spell, which gave Emma a chance to escape.She stepped back immediately, then pointed her wand at Voldemort.

Ha, now it's fun.

However, Emma soon discovered that she could not use any spells at all.It's not that she lost her magic power, but that there is no magic field around her, and her magic power can't find a way to output it.

Simply put, her wand was now nothing more than a small broken stick.

"Hehe..." Emma really didn't know what to say, so she could only laugh dryly at Voldemort twice.

However, the other party seemed to understand her embarrassing smile in order to alleviate the embarrassment as a mockery of him, and the old devil, who became angry from embarrassment, rushed forward and strangled her neck.

It seemed that his life in the wizarding world hadn't made him forget about Muggle ways of killing.

Emma had heard about his life experience from Tom a long time ago, which was one of the reasons why she always believed in hybrid superiority.

After so many years, the half-blood Lord Voldemort is still a good murderer.

Although she is temporarily at a disadvantage now, Emma is not flustered at all.Regardless of Voldemort's rich experience in killing people, she might not be afraid of him when it comes to Muggle fighting methods.

This is also thanks to her parents who have serious persecution delusions. She has received systematic training in fighting skills since she was very young, and when she is a little older, she has learned some terrible boxing techniques.It wasn't until Alec said that this kind of fighting was too bloody and not suitable for her growth that they gave up letting her continue her studies and chose to let the bodyguards follow her all the time.

Voldemort slowly increased the strength in his hands, and Emma had to use the three-way knee strike that she always despised.Voldemort obviously didn't expect her to keep this hand, and he took pains to loosen her shackles.Emma escaped successfully.

10 minute later.

"You cheat!"

Emma scolded Voldemort angrily, clutching her bleeding nose.

"Do you know how fragile a human's nose is! What if you give me a discount when you punch down! Has anyone ever told you not to punch a girl in the face? Do you know that you will end up alone like this! Lol , laugh, you’re still laughing! You don’t have a nose, you’re amazing, aren’t you! Hiss—”

After Emma vented, she didn't have much time to argue with him.She pinched her nose lightly, and she didn't feel anything unusual except for some normal pain.This proves that it is not broken.

Oh thanks Merlin!

"Let me tell you" Emma continued to cover her nose with her sleeve, "this time it counts. Now we are not only trapped on an isolated island, but also can't use magic. So I suggest that we have a truce first in order to survive together. After all We don't want to end up eating each other's corpses, do we?"

Voldemort didn't answer her right away, he seemed to be considering the feasibility of her suggestion.

Emma waited for what seemed a century before he gave her a slight nod.

"You have a promise from the Dark Lord himself. I will not harm you in order to survive while we are stranded on this deserted island"

Emma suspects that if he has a nose, Emma suspects that he should be looking at her with his nostrils now.

Too bad he didn't, ha.

But after they finished speaking, the atmosphere between them fell into a kind of awkward embarrassment.Emma thought for a while and felt that she had done nothing wrong. She didn't know why Voldemort looked at her with a "hot chicken, think about what you forgot".

It wasn't until he glanced at his shoes at last that Emma understood what he meant.

"No, no, if you beat me to death, I won't kneel!"

Emma also crossed her arms on her chest, looking at Voldemort in a dreadnought.

The two were in a stalemate like this, and they didn't know how long it had passed.Emma was sure Voldemort's eyes had flashed several times, but in the end he gave in.

"Okay, I'll make a special case for you"

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If you asked her what the last thing she wanted to happen a month ago.

Emma might reply that a person is stranded on an island.

But if you ask her this question now. . .

"I'm really tired of being trapped here with a half-disabled old devil king!"

After confirming that Voldemort was gone, Emma sat alone on the beach and shouted to the sky.

He is obviously still obsessed with his dream of "the whole world must love me, or be afraid of me".Corrected her several times to address her as "Duke".

Isn't he just a self-appointed Duke of Darkness!If she is happy, she can make herself a goddess of light and ask you if she agrees with her!

But Emma's little complaints only dared to vent silently when Voldemort couldn't hear them.Emma felt a little awe of Voldemort even now that they were all without magic.If this one accidentally regains her magic power one day, she will be in trouble.But it's not a bad thing if they have magic power, which means they should be able to go back.

In the first few days on the desert island, Emma lived a busy and fulfilling life.She was busy finding food and building tents while Voldemort. . .Probably only Merlin knows what he does in the woods every day. . .

At first she thought that Voldemort disdained to stay with her because her survival skills were too weak, but she didn't know his good intentions until he came back with an old face on the third day and asked for food and drink.

This guy originally planned to starve himself to lighten her life burden!

If this happened, it would relieve her a lot of burdens in life, but reality is always cruel.

Now this old bald man not only has the face to eat and drink, but even covets the small tent she just built. She swears that he just glanced at it several times with malicious intent!

If you want it so much, take one yourself!Don't keep staring at her, hum!

Emma tried out her new harpoon on the soft sand.Well, it feels good in the hand, it should be usable~

Before she was trapped on this island, Emma didn't know that her manual ability was so strong, until life broke out her strength to survive. . .

"what are you doing?"

A hiss sounded behind him.