Helena's voice has a high frequency of sound waves, and the tone of the voice is beautiful and not harsh, but the magic contained in it is not much different from the cry of a real female ghost, so even if he is as strong as Voldemort and will not die because he heard the cry of a female ghost, at this time, he can't help but feel dizzy, and the blood can't stop surging upward, violently impacting his heart and lungs, blood flows out of his two nostrils that only have gaps, and at the broken wrist, the blood drips down, gushing faster.

Voldemort, who was in a trance under the sudden blow, did not understand the meaning of the other party's screaming lines, he closed his eyes, shook his head, raised his hand and wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, the person leaned against the door frame, and stabilized a little chaotic breath, and then, he opened his scarlet eyes, pushed the door open, and strode in away from the garden, which was no longer moving.

But Voldemort, who had just stepped in, seemed to have been under a petrification spell, and he froze in place—and what appeared in front of Tom was not the room of a wizard's family, but a bare courtyard, as if he had just pushed open not a door to a house but another garden door.

Under the dark clouds and gloomy sky, the courtyard is surrounded by boxy, archeic buildings surrounded by high railings.

Voldemort's large, pale hands were clenched tightly and his muscles were exposed, and he walked into a building as if enchanted, and he walked through the black-and-white tiled foyer and down the gray stairwell to a cramped and rudimentary room. It was an empty, unadorned hut with 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 dark-haired boy sitting on a gray blanket, staring blankly out the door, in this oppressive environment for ten years.

"Do you want to hear my mother sing before?" an ethereal female voice sounded from somewhere, "Oh sorry, it's the other way around, my mother sang it to me." ”

The girl's voice was very deep, Voldemort didn't speak, he touched his broken wrist with his wand fiercely so that the pain brought him some lucidity, this was the small, dimly lit room in the Muggle orphanage of his childhood, he had been reluctant to go back for so many years, and he didn't even want to think about it, but the song didn't know where it sounded, it became louder and louder from far and near, the music seemed to wrap Voldemort's whole person in it, poured into his mind, poured into his heart, nowhere to hide, inevitably. (After that, BGM adopts the song Gypsy Gypsy Bard, Station B: BV1bW411G7oA)

"Your life is not going well, let me unravel the mystery for you

You're nothing more than a toy, trapped in a crystal ball. ”

Conscious, knowing that what he was seeing was not the real scene, Voldemort was sure that he had fallen into a magic trap, he looked up and looked at the sky, the dark sky was overcast, but as the clouds rolled, Voldemort faintly saw the glass reflection flashing at the top of the clouds, and the lyrics made him feel terrified - he should have been locked in a crystal ball. He shook his stiff neck and tried to apparition to the courtyard outside the door, but found himself still in place, and he struck a spell with hatred, and there was a crisp cracking sound right in front of the window of his orphanage, and the broken glass flew everywhere, but before the shards and powder could hit the ground, they were restored as if under a repair spell.

"When the crystal ball is turned upside down, you can only suffer in silence

We can't just give up and sing naughty ballads."

With the singing suddenly, Voldemort's body was unstable, everything around him began to rotate like a Ferris wheel, in the feeling of a whirlwind of the sky, Voldemort had to close his eyes again, when the feeling of dizziness disappeared, 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 the surroundings were empty, not far away was a chandelier that was turned over but not affected by gravity, looking up at the sky, those cabinets, The beds were all upside down, and it looked like they were hanging overhead. Through the window, snowflakes flew from the bottom to the top, falling from the sky under your feet to the top of your head, and the small world was suddenly covered with snow.

Just now, the whole world was turned upside down due to the crystal ball overturning, and Voldemort, who felt that he was being played, snorted angrily, and unwillingly used his signature flying magic to stay away from the ground to avoid the influence of the environment.

"Thinking back to my past, my mother died because she gave birth to me

I was sent to an orphanage and said, "You're no longer a wizard. ”

The wind and snow stained the world white, and Voldemort's eyes turned to a dark room, where a ragged, big-bellied woman struggled and wailed to give birth to a baby boy, named Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then closed her eyes forever not long after— This was a scene that Voldemort had never seen before, and he was stunned for a long time after watching it intently, and suddenly waved his wand in a rage, trying to shatter the image in front of him, and drive away the scene in front of him that made him realize that it would always be in his mind in the future.

"Year after year, I became partners with orphans

Although the appearance is blurred, the lyrics of the forgotten face are clear as usual

When you destroy all the relics, all your relatives will be gone. ”

In the gloomy orphanage, several older children snatch the only piece of bread from a small black-haired boy, and the other orphans abuse the little boy... Then, as the brunette boy awakens his abilities and Voldemort's memories of his fellow orphanages emerge - orphan Billy Stubbs's rabbit is hung from a beam, and then he and orphan Eric Wallley are infected with chickenpox, Tom as a boy terrorizes Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop in a cave by the sea, the pile of ordinary things that the boy took away and put in the cupboard—a swimming reel, a silver thimble, a dull harmonica; Riddle knocked Morfin unconscious, took Morfin's wand, went to Riddle's Mansion to kill his father and grandparents, and implanted Morfin's false memories...... These images, which had not been remembered for a long time, quickly flashed in Voldemort's mind and sight.

This made Voldemort even more furious, his teeth clucking, his hideous face bruised and running the Occlumency technique that he had realized was useless, memories he would never want to mention, and a feeling of being spied on his head came flooding in.

"Ding Ding Dong is cheerful and rapid, it's my gypsy tambourine

This melody will enthrallize you, and the whole world will be filled with harmony

Kids, please wipe away your tears and sing this song with me."

The ethereal singing faded away, and Voldemort, who could not get out of trouble and was gradually approaching madness due to the revelation and dissection of his memories, lost the last shred of his mind in fear and anger, and he continued to use the Avada Death Spell to shatter the shackles of this memory.

But the song stopped abruptly, and the ethereal female voice continued to sound not as clear as before: "It's back, what are you going to do with this thing?"

"Tom is more reckless than he imagined, and he still has the courage to come to the door... Maybe he really almost got sorted into Gryffindor in the first place?"

The sound of the voice made Voldemort want to cast a curse on the face of the speaker, who was the Harris boy who had thrown him into the face of the duel he had just thrown into his face.

"I'm a little tired, let's go to bed first, and then I'll wake up tomorrow and throw him abroad. ”