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

"I'm going back soon." Voldemort stood at the bow of the boat, watching the sunset quietly.

"yes"

Emma didn't expect that she would have the opportunity to have such a formal and calm conversation with Voldemort. Usually, he was either stingy with words or furious, so it was rare for him to communicate with her so calmly.

"You seem to like that Jack?"

"Yes, now that I think about it, what attracted me to him should be the feeling of freedom in him"

"free?"

"Yes, although people have a sense of freedom, most of our decisions are made as a last resort. Jack is the opposite, he seems to be a free man"

The sun slowly retracted its golden brilliance, and the afterglow scattered on the sea level, drifting with the waves.Emma suddenly remembered that she had never enjoyed the sunset in the 18th century so leisurely.

"Freedom? Huh?" Voldemort seemed to have heard some terrible joke, "Don't talk about this, what are you going to do when you go back?"

"What else can I do, I should go to school, I should have a holiday." Emma stretched her waist, "I just need to live a good life, after all, there is no large organization like yours to worry about."

"I'm not talking about this, I mean, going back, about what happened here"

"I understand, I understand. We should be on opposite sides. I won't tell anyone that I know you. Wait, you won't go back and kill me right away!" Emma suddenly felt a little scared.

"If I want to kill you, I don't have to wait until I go back." Voldemort crossed his hands and looked down at her.

"..." Emma hated his frankness.

"Have you ever considered—"

"No! Don't even think about it! The Dark Mark is too ugly!" Of course Emma knew what he was talking about, but she subconsciously refused.

"I've heard many reasons for refusal, but this is the first time." Voldemort's hand suddenly wrapped around her shoulders, causing Emma to shiver in fright, which gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"That is to say, you see that you are not short of money or people, so it is not difficult to find someone to design a better-looking logo..." Emma silently withdrew her shoulders from his hands.

"Would you join me if I changed the token?"

"will not"

"..."

Emma felt that she faintly saw the word "well" on Voldemort's head.A hero does not suffer from immediate losses, so make up for it quickly!

"I'm not targeting you, I just don't think you can..."

It's over, and it will get darker and darker if I continue talking.

Emma wisely shut up immediately, but Voldemort had no intention of letting her go.

"Go on"

"No, no, no, just pretend I didn't say anything, oh----"

Voldemort's hand on her shoulder suddenly became stronger, and Emma felt that her shoulder blades were about to shatter.

"I didn't say anything, you always hold your hands high, it hurts--"

"You finished"

"All right, all right, let me say. Let me declare that I didn't mean to target you, but I really think that even if you are resurrected, you can't win this war"

"Huh?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"Let's not talk about who is more capable of fighting, you or Principal Dumbledore, just think about it, who is more appealing? Yes, you are very powerful, you can deter everyone with force, but you think this deterrence can be maintained How long? How long did you recall when you lost power, how many people still miss you? However, let’s think about it from another angle, if it is the principal who lost power, how many people do you think will find him desperately? This has nothing to do with how powerful you have mastered Magic, it doesn't matter how many people you kill, it's called charisma"

Although Voldemort looked displeased, he nodded unconsciously.This action invisibly encouraged Emma, ​​and she summoned up the courage to continue.

"The principal uses tolerance and love as weapons, but you use fear and threats as weapons. Of course, I'm not saying which is better, but history has proved that you can't win"

"I didn't lose! I will be brilliant again!" Voldemort slapped the rail of the ship with a "slap", which attracted the sideways glances of the surrounding crew.

But the honest girl Emma has already said this and can't take back her words, she can only bite the bullet and explain.

"But you can't win, no matter what you call this resurrection, but this is definitely not the return of the king, it looks more like a dead end to me"

"Pa----" Voldemort slapped his hand heavily on the railing again.

"If not..." He seemed to have run out of words suddenly, he looked at Emma blankly, and he didn't even have time to close his opened mouth.

It took him a while to regain his language skills.

"You can only let these words rot in your stomach, otherwise they will kill you many times after you go back"

"Of course, I wouldn't say such things casually. But you can't stop me from thinking like that"

"You really don't have any confidence in my ability?"

"Do you want me to tell the truth?"

"Forget it!" Voldemort interrupted her, "Anyway, when you return to the wizarding world, you will know how wrong you are."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even dare to look at Emma's expression before leaving in a hurry.

Emma looked at his back and couldn't help feeling a little funny, probably because he had been in a high position for too long, and he basically didn't know how to get along with people normally.Such an angry and slightly childish look is really not suitable for him. . .

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They returned to the cave full of gold coins again.

Emma felt a little nervous. This time they brought the genuine Turner blood. If she failed to cast the spell again, no one would be able to save her.

The pirates put Will on the crate, and it felt like they were going to behead him for public display.

Emma closed her eyes silently, she still couldn't bear such a bloody and brutal scene.

"Excuse me~"

A familiar voice appeared, and Emma keenly felt that something big was happening.She opened her eyes and looked happily at the person who raised the orchid finger.

That's right, Jack is back!

Emma almost cheered, she believed that as long as Jack was in Will, he would not die too badly.

"impossible!"

Barbossa yelled, as if the baby had been frightened.

Will's face was also full of surprises, but his first sentence was not "Jack save me" but "Where is Elizabeth?"

Affectionate since ancient times, bah bah bah.

"She's safe, as I promised." Jack smiled wickedly at Will. "She is going to marry Norrington, as she promised. And you are going to die for him, as you promised"

For a long time, he didn't intend to save Will at all, but Jack's parallelism is so good~

"Shut up! You're next!"

Barbossa raised his chin proudly.

"You shouldn't have done that, man~"

However, Jack was not afraid of the threat of the pirates, and he also raised his head secretly.

At this moment, a weird sense of CP began to flow in the air.

"Why shouldn't I do that?"

Barbossa still looked at Jack suspiciously.

"Because, at this time, a fleet is parked outside." Jack laughed again, he seemed to believe that the pirates could clearly distinguish the priority of the incident.

High, really high.Emma secretly praised him in her heart.The pirates would not have lifted the curse first in order to defeat the Royal Navy.

Jack and Barbossa negotiated several conditions, and it was obvious that the condition of being able to own another ship was very tempting.Barbossa agreed to save Will's life first, and now the priority is to get rid of the navy.

Although the pirates were enjoying themselves, Will's delay in contributing blood to activate the magic field caused Emma and Voldemort to look at each other.The two of them are still waiting to go back. . .

Fortunately, the pirates quickly won the victory with an overwhelming advantage, and in the cave, Jack also turned his back with lightning speed, and Will and Barbosa came to a 2v1.

The two went back and forth a few times before Jack was stabbed in the chest by Barbossa, which made Emma scream.

Fortunately, he hid the gold coins and was immortal.This kind of magical turn is completely comparable to a summer blockbuster. . .

"Well done, Jack!" Emma sat aside and applauded.

"Ow----" However, the back of her head was suddenly hit hard, and Emma turned her head around, glaring at Voldemort angrily.However, the latter is more confident than her.

"Don't look! Didn't you notice that the magic power has started to flow? The moment his blood drips on it, you have to chant the spell!"

Voldemort was right, the cave had already begun to surge undercurrents.She didn't dare to be distracted, and concentrated on feeling the changes in the magic field.

With a gunshot, Jack lifted the curse, and Barbossa was also shot and fell to the ground.The magic field immediately pervaded the entire space, and its strength was something she had never felt before in this world.

Emma immediately recited the spell as Voldemort said. In fact, what she learned was a simplified version, which was relatively easy.Because Voldemort said he would be responsible for finding the time point and opening up the space, she just had to make sure she could enter the time vortex.Immediately after completing the spell, she felt a strange sense of being stretched, and the high-speed rotation made her dizzy.Then a strong suction dragged her into a white light, and she subconsciously grabbed the only thing that could be grabbed in the surrounding space.

After a short period of weightlessness, she felt solid ground again.

That's great. . .vomit. . .

She couldn't help it.