Tom narrowed his eyes dangerously and said coldly, "I don't want to hurt them. Perhaps you don't know, the so-called 'bones' of relatives actually refers to skeletal remains."
"Oh, that was presumptuous of me."
Ramollok smiled somewhat awkwardly and asked softly, interlacing his fingers, "Then the only option left is to borrow some of the ashes of the ancestors of the Lestrange Family from the graveyard. Do you need me to send someone to fetch them?"
The little snake Tom was possessing showed no expression: "When I was less than ten years old, I once obliterated the graveyard behind the ancestral home due to an uncontrolled outburst of Magic Power. If nothing unexpected has happened since, there should be nothing left there now."
"So?"
Ramollok nodded slightly, smiling as he said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
