The frequency of Helena's voice was high, and the tone was beautiful. It wasn't too harsh either. However, the magical power it contained was almost the same as that of a real female ghost. Therefore, even though Voldemort was strong and wouldn't die just because he heard the female ghost's voice, he couldn't help but feel dizzy. His blood and Qi kept on surging up, violently attacking his heart and lungs. Fresh blood flowed out from his two nostrils that were only left with a slit. Blood dripped down from his broken wrist, and it gushed out even faster.
Lord Voldemort, who was in a daze, did not understand the meaning of the words. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his nose with his sleeve. He leaned against the door frame and calmed his somewhat chaotic breath. Then, he opened his scarlet eyes, pushed the door open, and strode in, away from the quiet garden.
But as soon as Lord Voldemort stepped in, he froze in place as if he had been petrified. At this time, what appeared in front of Tom was not a wizard's room, but a bare courtyard. It was as if what he had just pushed open was not a door to a house, but another door to a garden.
Dark clouds hung low in the gloomy sky. The courtyard was surrounded by square, eerie, old-fashioned buildings, surrounded by tall railings.
Lord Voldemort clenched his big, pale hands, and blue veins popped out. He walked into a building as if he had been possessed. He walked through the black-and-white tiled foyer and along the dark staircase until he came to a narrow, simple room. It was an empty, unadorned hut with only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. The whole room was shabby, but very tidy, almost spotless. Lord Voldemort seemed to see a black-haired boy sitting on a gray blanket, staring blankly at the door, in this oppressive environment for ten years.
"Do you want to hear the song I used to sing to my mother?" An ethereal female voice rang out from nowhere. "Oh, sorry, it's the other way round. My mother sang it to me."
It was a deep girl's voice. Lord Voldemort did not speak. He touched his broken wrist with his wand to let the pain bring him some clarity. This was the small, dark room in the Muggle Orphanage when he was a child. For so many years, he did not want to go back, and he did not even want to think about that place. But the song came from nowhere, and it got louder and louder. The music seemed to wrap Lord Voldemort in it, pouring into his mind and heart. There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. (The background music was the song Gypsy.
Bard, Station B: BV1BW411G7OA)
"Your life is very unhappy. Let me uncover the mystery for you.
You are just a toy, trapped in a crystal ball. "
Lord Voldemort was aware that what he saw was not real. He was sure that he had fallen into a magic trap. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The dark sky was covered with clouds, but as the clouds rolled, Lord Voldemort vaguely saw the reflection of glass on top of the clouds. Together with the lyrics, he was shocked. He should be trapped in a crystal ball. He shook his stiff neck and tried to teleport to the yard outside the door, but he found that he was still in the same place. He angrily cast a spell, and the window of the orphanage that was facing him shattered with a crisp sound. Broken glass flew everywhere, but before the fragments and powder fell to the ground, they were restored to their original state as if they had been repaired by a spell.
"When the crystal ball is turned upside down, we can only suffer in silence.
We can't just give up and sing a naughty song. "
With the song, Lord Voldemort suddenly lost his balance. Everything around him began to spin like a Ferris wheel. In the dizziness, Lord Voldemort had to close his eyes again. When the dizziness disappeared and the world calmed down, he opened his eyes again and found that he was standing on the dark ceiling of the orphanage. Lord Voldemort turned around. There was nothing around him. Not far away, there was a chandelier that had been turned upside down but was not affected by gravity. He looked up at the sky. The cabinets and beds were all upside down, looking like they were hanging above his head. Through the window, snowflakes flew from the bottom to the top of his head. The small world was suddenly filled with snow.
Just now, because the crystal ball was turned upside down, the whole world was turned upside down. Lord Voldemort, who felt that he was being played, snorted angrily. He reluctantly used his signature flying magic to fly away from the ground to avoid the influence of the environment.
"Looking back on my past, my mother died giving birth to me.
I was sent to the orphanage. She said, "You are no longer a wizard."
The wind and snow turned the world white. Lord Voldemort's vision turned to a dark room. A pregnant woman in ragged clothes struggled and wailed as she gave birth to a baby boy, who was named Tom Marvolo Riddle. Not long after, the baby closed his eyes forever. This was a scene that Lord Voldemort had never seen with his own eyes. He stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, he waved his wand in anger. He wanted to shatter the image in front of him and drive away the image that made him realize that it would stay in his mind forever.
"Through the years, I became partners with the orphan.
Though the appearance is blurred, the face is forgotten, the lyrics are clear as usual.
When you break all the relics, all the relatives are dead. "
In the cold orphanage, several older children took away the only piece of bread in the hands of a small black-haired boy. The other orphans scolded the boy … Then, as the black-haired boy's ability awakened, and the Lord Voldemort's memories of his companions in the orphanage surfaced. The orphan Billy Stubbs' rabbit was hung from the beam, and he and the orphan Erik Wallace were infected with chicken pox. The little boy Tom terrorized Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop in the cave by the sea. The little boy took away a bunch of ordinary things and put them in the cupboard. The little boy Tom Riddle knocked out Morfin, took Morfin's wand, went to the Riddle Manor to kill his father and grandparents, and implanted false memories in Morfin … These images, which he had not recalled for a long time, flashed through the Lord Voldemort's mind and eyes.
This made the Lord Voldemort even more furious. He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his ferocious face bulged. He activated the Brain Seal spell, which he had already realized was useless. These were all memories that he never wanted to mention. At this moment, the feeling of being peeked into his head came flooding back like a tidal wave.
"Ding ding dong dong, cheerful and hurried, this is my gypsy tambourine.
This melody mesmerizes you, and the whole world is filled with harmony.
Children, please wipe away your tears and sing this song with me. "
The ethereal voice gradually faded away. The Lord Voldemort, who could not escape and was gradually going crazy because of the revelation and dissection of his memories, lost his last bit of rationality because of fear and anger. He kept casting the Avada Death Spell, trying to break the shackles of this memory.
But the song suddenly stopped. The ethereal female voice continued, but not as clear as before. "You're back? What are you going to do with this thing? "
"Tom is more reckless than I thought. He actually has the courage to come to me … Maybe he was really almost sent to Gryffindor?"
The voice sounded like it made the Lord Voldemort want to cast a curse on the face of the person who spoke. It was the Harris boy who made him lose face in the duel just now.
"I'm a little tired. I'll go to sleep first. When I wake up tomorrow, I'll throw him abroad."
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