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

Voldemort took her to a wasteland, and there was a tent not far from them.

"Where is this?"

Emma frowned, this piece of bare land didn't look like it was inhabited.

Voldemort didn't answer her, he grabbed her by the hand and dragged her directly into the tent.She didn't struggle because she knew it was useless to struggle.

"Oh~ old friend~ it's nice to see you again~"

A man with a mustache stood up happily when he saw them.

Voldemort shook his hand politely, but Mustache's gaze stayed on Emma.

"So this is..."

"Emma Lyons"

Emma also extended her hand, but Mustache unexpectedly gave her a hand kiss.The back of her hand was itchy from his beard, and Emma immediately withdrew her hand.

"It's really better to see it after hearing it for a long time~ So are you ready to come today?"

"Get ready for what?" From the moment she walked in, Mustache's various behaviors were very strange, and his inexplicable remarks deepened her uneasiness.

"Didn't he tell you? It's true—"

"Wait" Voldemort interrupted him suddenly, "Give us a moment"

He pulled her to the other side of the tent.

"Aren't you going to explain to me exactly what you're up to?"

Emma crossed her hips.

"Listen," Voldemort became serious again, "I need you to help me with this, don't ask why. I'll let you go when I'm done, deal?"

"Are you serious? Really let me go home? Then this..."

Emma looked at Voldemort suspiciously, a month has passed, can he really let him go?

"Yes, as long as you walk with me through here"

"Did I hear you right, the great Dark Lord sometimes asks for help?" Emma teased him in a good mood.

"It's fine if you don't want to"

Unexpectedly, Voldemort changed his face instantly, turned around and left.

Emma immediately went up and grabbed his sleeve.

"You can do whatever you want. I know you won't cheat me~"

Voldemort snorted, and walked up to Mustache again.

"We are ready"

After hearing his words, Mustache put down the teapot in his hand, turned around and searched for something in the pile of debris behind him.

"Wait for me"

The scent of tea permeated the entire tent, and Emma couldn't help picking up a cup.

"Can I drink?"

Mustache turned and glanced at her.

"Of course, please do yourself a favor. You can all have a little bit"

Although Voldemort had rejection written on his face, he involuntarily reached for the tea tray.

It took a while for Mustache to find what he was looking for, and he handed Voldemort a large bag.

"There's everything in here, a compass, food, water, tents, and a signal flare for help—"

"We will not be in danger." Voldemort scowled.

"Of course, of course, this is just in case of accidents according to the regulations. Of course, people like you are not needed."

The mustache's flattery served Voldemort well, and he nodded.

"But there are some things that cannot be obtained by strength, right?" Mustache looked back and forth between them, "This is also the reason why you came here, you want to find the answer..."

"Okay, we've heard enough from you, when are we going?" Voldemort interrupted him again.

"You can leave whenever you want" Although the mustache was interrupted again, he didn't seem to mind at all, "but I really hope that the answer you find is the one you want"

"Can I ask a question?" Emma raised her hand weakly.

"what?"

"What the hell are we going to do? Across the desert?"

10 minute later.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, just don't make me go across the desert, let me do anything"

Emma lay rolling on the ground.

"Get up! This desert is not big, and it can be completed in two days. Don't you always say you want to explore?"

"I want to explore, but that doesn't mean I want to die in the desert...Really, you can ask me to do whatever you want..."

"Do anything?"

Voldemort looked at her maliciously.

Emma stood up from the ground with a jerk, and picked up the package beside her.

"I'm ready"

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The 2-day journey is not long or short.Voldemort doubted that these two short days could bring any change to him.

"It's so hot, I want to rest!"

After hearing Emma complain for the 12th time today, he really started to suspect that it was a wrong idea.

His original intention was not to make her feel uncomfortable, he just wanted to find out what the answer to the question that had been in his heart for a long time was.

As selfish as it sounds, he needs her to be with him on this journey.Because "the road of true love" always needs two people to complete it together.

This desert did not appear on known maps, and he only learned of its existence by reading an ancient book by chance.It is said that this desert has magic power, as long as two people walk together, they can know whether the other party is the true love of their life.That's why this road is also called "the road of true love".

As the owners of this land, the Gaiman family is responsible for providing help to those who come to find true love.

However, due to the decline of his family, this road has gradually been forgotten by people.This path was often mentioned when he was a student at Hogwarts.

His former roommate kept saying that he wanted to finish it with his girlfriend, but they broke up before they could go.

Later, when he was traveling around the world, he accidentally discovered the legendary desert.The miraculous thing is that there really are abnormal magic field fluctuations inside.

However, since he was still a proud celibate back then, he didn't think that discovering this path would bring any difference to his life.

But who knew that after going round and round, he would embark on this road again decades later.and. . .

He glanced at Emma with a sad face.

He was no longer alone.

A strange feeling suddenly filled his chest, and he felt like something was about to overflow.

Very well, let them finish the road, and he'll have the answer tomorrow.

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"What's the point of us crossing the desert like this?"

Emma sat quietly by the campfire heating her cans.

"Tomorrow you will know"

Voldemort sat across from her, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yes, but I really don't understand why you make such a fuss sometimes." Emma boredly poked the bugs crawling on the ground with a twig.

"Soon you won't have to put up with me"

The atmosphere between the two fell into a kind of honeyed silence.Emma stood up and wanted to walk into her tent, and it was at this time that she noticed something strange.

There is a cobra behind her!

Now she is not in the mood to worry about how the snake appeared.Emma's legs softened and she sat directly on the ground.

"Don't, don't bite me" she tried to communicate with it in Parseltongue.

However, the cold cobra did not respond.

"What's the matter?" Voldemort finally noticed the commotion here.

"You, come here, I have a little communication problem"

Emma waved to him as she stepped back.

Voldemort came over, and he drew his wand immediately after seeing the lump on the ground.

Emma suddenly felt an inexplicable touch when he stood in front of her.Although she knew he had no problem dealing with a snake, this protective behavior still warmed her heart.

"damn it!"

She heard him curse and drop his wand.

what happened?

Emma stuck out her head curiously, and found that one person and one snake were still confronting each other nervously.

It doesn't make sense, she sees that his Avada is very easy to use, doesn't it work on snakes?

Reconnect to his previous behavior. . .

So he also has no magic power now for some reason, right? . .

Well, today they both have to die here.

Emma suddenly remembered that there was an emergency flare in the bag, she hurried to the bag, took out the flare, and struck a match. . .

Nima, this thing is useless!

This desert is poisonous!

Emma was about to growl when she heard Voldemort's wail coming from his side.

He was bitten! ?

Emma turned her head, but suddenly found that the cobra crawled in front of her again.Before she could dodge, the cobra bit her hard on the calf.

She slumped on the ground, and then the snake swaggered and disappeared from her sight.

"Are you ok?"

Voldemort ran towards her, and she saw that he also had two tooth marks on his hands.

"How long do you think we can live?"

"Don't say such things, I will save you"

He lowered his head and began to examine her wounds.

"But you..." She didn't realize it until the moment the words came out of her mouth.

He is immortal.

She stared blankly as he helped her suck out the poisonous blood.She knew that this would prolong her life, but in the end, she would definitely die in this desert.

"You don't have to try to save me, I can't get out alive anyway"

"no no..."

He looked up, and for the first time she saw fear in his eyes.

She suddenly had a sense of accomplishment.

"Sit down and talk to me to make my last 10 minutes or hours easier"

She patted the ground beside her.

"Wait!" Voldemort seemed to have remembered something, and he walked to the side of the luggage.Then he picked up the flare that Emma had just dropped, and he picked up the match and tried again.

Now he sat beside Emma in silence.

"Don't you need to deal with it?" Emma asked, pointing to the back of his hand.The entire back of his hand had turned black, and the untreated wound made the snake venom spread faster.

"No need," he said bluntly.

"Who would have thought that we two Parseltongues would get bitten by a snake one day?"

Emma leaned on his shoulder, and many things flashed before her eyes suddenly.She didn't know if it was because of the poison, but she felt that her memory became alive.

Is this the revolving lantern theater before death?

But it's interesting that most of her memories are about the man beside her.She watched the scene where they met and got along, and she was full of thoughts for a while. . .

If you don't ask some questions now, you will never have a chance.

"Hey!" She pushed the man beside her.

Voldemort raised his eyelids and looked at her lightly.

"Can you tell me the truth before I die? Did you ever like me?"

Time was suddenly frozen between them, and they looked at each other like stars millions of light-years apart in the night sky.

"no"

He finally said these two words, and Emma felt her heart slowly sinking into the abyss.

"But..."

His hesitation suddenly gave her hope again, and she looked at him again.

"Maybe I Love You"

"perhaps?"

"I love you"

Emma suddenly lost consciousness the moment his lips came up.

The author has something to say: I waited harder than Emma for these three words. . .

It feels romantic for two people to wait to die together. . .

In short, the next chapter will usher in the finale.

You can start to use your imagination.