Helena's voice sound wave frequency is high, and its tone is not harsh, but the magic power contained is almost the same as the real girl's cry. Therefore, even if it is as strong as Voldemort, he will not die just because he hears the female ghost's cry. At this time, he couldn't help but feel dizzy, and his blood kept surging upwards, violently impacting his heart and lungs. Blood flowed out along his two nostrils that were left with only a gap. On the broken wrist, blood dripped and gushed faster.

Voldemort, who was a little dazed under the sudden blow, did not understand the meaning of the other person's lines when he screamed. He closed his eyes, shook his head, raised his hand and wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeves. He leaned against the door frame, calming down a little chaotic atmosphere. Then, he opened his scarlet eyes, pushed open the door, and strode into the garden that was no longer moving.

But Voldemort, who had just stepped in, seemed to have been caught in a petrified curse and was set in place. At this time, what appeared in front of Tom was not the room of a wizard family, but a bare yard, as if what he had just pushed open was not the door of a room but another garden door.

The dark clouds hang low, and under the gloomy sky, the yard is surrounded by square, gloomy and old-fashioned buildings, surrounded by high railings.

Voldemort's pale hands were squeezed tightly, and the blue veins were exposed, and he walked into a building like a demon. He walked through the black and white tiled hallway and walked along the dark stairwell to a narrow and simple room. It was an empty, undecorated cottage, only an old wardrobe and an iron bed. The whole room looked very shabby, but very neat and almost spotless. Voldemort seemed to see a black-haired boy sitting on a gray blanket, staring blankly outside the door, staying in this depressing environment for ten years.

"Do you want to hear my mother's songs before?" An ethereal female voice sounded from somewhere, "Oh sorry, I said it was against me, my mother sang it to me."

The voice of a girl was quite deep. Voldemort didn't say anything. He used his wand to touch his broken wrist to let the pain bring him some awakening. This was the small, dim room in the Muggle orphanage when he was a child. He had been reluctant to go back or even remembered for so many years, but the song sounded from nowhere, and it became louder and louder from far to near. The music seemed to wrap Voldemort in it, poured into his mind, poured into his heart, and there was nowhere to hide, and it was inevitable. (Then BGM used the song Gypsy singer Gypsy Bard, B station: BV1bW411G7oA)

"Your life is very unsatisfactory, let me solve the mystery for you

You are nothing more than a toy, trapped in a crystal ball."

With a clear consciousness, knowing that what he saw was not the real scene, Voldemort was sure that he had been trapped in a magic trap. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The dark sky was covered with clouds. But as the clouds rolled, Voldemort vaguely saw the reflection of the glass flashing through the clouds. The lyrics made him feel shocked - he should have been locked in a crystal ball. He shook his stiff neck and tried to move the phantom to the yard outside the door, but found that he was still stuck in the same place. He blew a spell hatefully, making a crisp cracking sound towards the window of his orphanage. The broken glass splashed everywhere, but the fragments of powder were restored as if they had been repaired.

"When the crystal ball is turned upside down, I can only endure the torture silently

We can't give up and sing naughty songs."

As the singing suddenly sounded, Voldemort was unstable, and everything around him began to rotate like a Ferris wheel. In a dizzy feeling, Voldemort had to close his eyes again. When the dizzy feeling disappeared and the world calmed down, he opened his eyes again and found that he was stepping on the dark ceiling of the orphanage. Voldemort turned around and was empty. Not far away was a chandelier that flipped over but was not affected by gravity. He looked up at the sky, and the cabinets and beds all fell over, looking like they were hanging above his head. Through the window, snowflakes flew up from the bottom, falling from the sky below to the top of his head, and snow suddenly drifted in the sky in the small world.

Just now, because the crystal ball fell over, the whole world turned upside down. Voldemort, who was being played with, snorted angrily, and unwilling to use his signature flying magic to stay away from the ground to avoid the influence of the environment.

"Recalling my past, my mother went because she gave birth to me

I was taken to an orphanage and said, "You are no longer a wizard."

The wind and snow that were mixed with snow dyed the world white. Voldemort's eyes turned to a dark room. A ragged woman struggled and wailed to give birth to a baby boy, named Tom Marvoro Riddle, and soon closed her eyes forever - this was a scene that Voldemort had never seen with his own eyes. After watching it intently, he was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, he waved his wand in a furious manner, trying to break the scene in front of him and drive away the scenes in front of him that made him realize that they would always exist in his mind in the future.

“I have been working with orphans for years and I have become partners.

Although the lyrics of the face are blurred, the lyrics of the face are as clear as usual

When you destroy all the relics, all the relatives will die."

In the cold orphanage, several older children took away the only piece of bread from a small black-haired boy, and the other orphans verbally abused the little boy... Then, with the black-haired boy's ability awakening and Voldemort's memories of these orphans companions emerging - orphan Billy Stabbus's rabbit was hung on the beam, and then, he and orphan Eric Walley were infected with chickenpox; Tom, as a little boy, intimidated Amy Benson in the cave by the sea.

Dennis Bishop; the usual stuff that was taken away by the little boy in the cabinet - a Youyou wire tray, a silver thimble, and a deglossy harmonica; the adult Tom Riddle knocked Moven unconscious, took Moven's wand, went to Riddle's house to kill his father and grandparents, and then implanted wrong memories for Moven... These scenes that had not been recalled for a long time quickly flashed in Voldemort's mind and vision.

This made Voldemort even more angry. His teeth clattered, and his hideous face was full of blue veins. He was already circulating with brain closure techniques that he had realized were useless. These were memories he would never want to mention. At this time, the feeling of being spying on his head came like a tide.

"Ding Ding Dong Dong Dong is cheerful and rapid, it's me, the gypsy drumbeat

This melody fascinates you, the whole world is full of harmony

Children, please wipe away the tears and sing this song with me.”

The ethereal song gradually drifted away, and Voldemort, who was unable to escape and gradually became almost crazy because of the revealing and analysis of the memory, lost his last bit of reason in his heart because of fear and anger. He kept using the Avadasaueri spell to break the shackles of this memory.

But the singing suddenly stopped, and the ethereal female voice continued to sound but was not as clear as before: "I'm back? What are you going to deal with this thing?"

"Tom is even more reckless than he thought, and he still has the courage to come to him... Maybe he was almost assigned to Gryffindor at the beginning?"

The sound sounded like Voldemort wanted to cast a bad curse on the face of the speaker, the Harris boy who had just been thrown into his face in the duel with him.
Chapter completed!