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

"I don't"

This sentence was squeezed out by Voldemort's teeth one by one.

"It's just that you're fine." Emma breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't talk about this, what are these snakes doing here?"

"Snakes are temperature-changing animals, they seek warmth"

Voldemort explained a few more words to her with rare patience.

"They won't bite me, will they?"

Although she knew that Voldemort was here and she should be safe, she still felt a little flustered when they stared at Emma with their bright little eyes.

Voldemort rolled his eyes: "Did you never know your power?"

"Huh? What power do I have?"

"Although Slytherin's blood is scarce, it doesn't make sense to become useless when you come here."

"Wait, I suddenly remembered that you are also a descendant of Slytherin. So we are still some kind of relatives, you see your father is a Muggle, and my father is also a Muggle..."

"will not"

Voldemort categorically denied this claim.

"What? You know me very well from this tone?" Emma frowned, which was not a good sign.

"I may not know you, but I know your family." Although she said so, Emma suspected that he simply denied it because he felt that he had lowered his grade.

Emma remained silent for a long time, and Voldemort stopped staring at her. He changed his posture and leaned comfortably on the firewood beside him.

"Do you want to know about your family?"

This was the first time in so many days that he faced her unsuspectingly, which made her feel a lot easier.I don't know if he deliberately made her let her guard down, but if she had an accident, it wouldn't do him any good.

Voldemort was no fool.

This also proves that she is safe for the time being.

Emma was finally relieved, and then leaned against the other side of the wood pile.

Originally, the whistling sea breeze at night brought a little chill, but the sunburn on her body was burning and painful. This kind of strong contrast destined her to have a very difficult tonight.

"About your family" Voldemort's voice was no longer high-pitched and cold like the first time she heard it. He deliberately lowered his voice, which sounded like a bedtime story.

"Before the 14th century, you were all pure-blood families, but around the middle of the 14th century, one of your ancestors who was obsessed with prophecy declared that if you want to be strong, the Lyon family must come out of the magic world."

"Out of the magic world?"

"At that time, wizards living in the Muggle world were still being persecuted"

"Fire, right? I think I know a little bit." Emma rubbed her chin.

"Yes, so your ancestor's prophecy was mercilessly ridiculed. Because once he walks out of the wizarding world, his survival will become a problem, let alone make his family strong."

"Hmm, then what?"

"Then he disappeared"

"disappear?"

"It will be the [-]th century when the Lyon family reappears at Hogwarts. It is rumored that your ancestor was already a Muggle nobleman."

"Well, I know, Alex Leon. It's just that his title cannot be inherited"

"That's right, in the following hundreds of years, people in your family have been disappearing and disappearing in the wizarding world. Some people say that you have ancient blood. Now it seems" Voldemort paused, "they seem to be right."

"So... why do you know my family so well?" That's a big question!

"You should know I investigated your grandfather"

"But it's also--"

Emma wanted to continue asking, but her words were interrupted abruptly by him.

"It's getting late"

It is of course impossible for Emma not to understand such an obvious hint.Since he didn't mean to continue talking, it was meaningless for her to continue asking.She had to stand up from the wood pile, but Voldemort remained motionless against the wood pile.

"are not you going to rest?"

Voldemort didn't answer her, he just kept staring at the much smaller fire, the shapes of flames dancing in his eyes.

Seeing that there was no response, Emma was in no mood to continue chatting with him, so she turned and walked towards her tent.

The moment she closed the tent she heard an almost inaudible sound.

"Good night"

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"Aww! You don't have to do this if you want to kill me!!!"

Emma's screams echoed throughout the island.

"Damn you be quiet! You asked for it!"

"Yes, I asked for it! But my original request was 'can you put some refreshing aloe vera on my back' instead of asking you to 'slap the aloe vera on my back roughly'! Ahhh- ---Murdered--"

"Even if you yell out your throat, no one will hear you"

She had to say that Voldemort sounded like a villain at this point.

No, he was the big villain!

Emma got up from the ground immediately, and put on her clothes regardless of the aloe pulp still stained on her back.

"It's okay, don't paint it, it's my fault. I trust your ability too much, I shouldn't..."

"Shut up and get down!"

When Voldemort was angry, his whole face looked even weirder and distorted. Emma was so frightened that her legs gave way, and she immediately fell down again.

He skillfully lifted the clothes on her back and applied the aloe vera slime.

This time his movements were much gentler than last time, and Emma even began to feel a little comfortable in this icy cold feeling.However, this comfortable feeling is over soon.

"Okay, you can get up now"

"Eh, eh? So soon? You don't..."

"Shut up and get up!"

Emma reluctantly got up from the ground.Is it really okay to be so irritable?

"Are you building a boat?" Emma watched as the little snakes happily moved logs one after another, and tied them together.They are more like rafts than boats.

"But judging from its scale, it doesn't look like it can seat two people... oh!" Emma suddenly understood that he planned to leave on the raft alone.

But judging by the fragile body of the small raft, unless he clearly knew his direction and destination, it was impossible for him to survive at sea for a few days.

let him go~

"this is for you"

"Eh?"

Voldemort's sudden kindness scared her a little. Did he want her to go first?No!This is not good intentions at all!He wanted her to die at sea!

"You can go fishing in it"

this. . .Emma felt a little embarrassed by her over-imagining.But what if she runs into a shark too far offshore?It always felt like he still wanted her dead.but. . .

"Thank you"

She can't forget the basic courtesy.

Voldemort nodded to her, and the cheers of the little snakes happened to be heard behind him.

"We made it~"

Emma looked at their works carefully, and found that apart from the appearance factor, the small raft was quite sturdy.

"It's yours." Voldemort nodded at her, suddenly reminding her of the first dog Edward had given her as a pet dog.

This reminded her of a question.

"Um, I really appreciate it, but I have a question..."

"Say"

"How old are you this year?"