Chapter 1037? Gypsy Diva

The frequency of Helena's voice is not high, and the beautiful tone is not harsh, but the magic power contained in it is almost the same as that of a real female ghost, so even if it is as powerful as Voldemort, it will not be just because of hearing the female ghost. He was killed, and at this moment he couldn't help being dizzy for a while, and the blood surged up, violently impacting his heart and lungs, and the blood flowed out along his two nostrils with only slits left. On the wrist, blood trickled down, and the spout became faster.

Voldemort, who was in a trance under the sudden blow, didn't understand the meaning of the lines when the other party screamed. He closed his eyes, shook his head, raised his hand and wiped the blood on his nose with his sleeve, and leaned against him. On the door frame, there was a slightly chaotic atmosphere, and then he opened his scarlet eyes, pushed the door open, and strode in, away from the quiet garden.

But Voldemort, who had just stepped in, seemed to have been petrified, and he froze in place—what appeared in front of Tom was not the room of a wizard family, but a barren yard, as if he had just pushed It wasn't the door of any house that opened, but another garden door.

Under a gloomy sky with low clouds, the courtyard was surrounded by boxy, gloomy buildings surrounded by high railings.

Voldemort's big pale hands were clenched tightly, with blue veins exposed, as if possessed, he walked into a building. He walked through the hallway covered with black and white tiles, and walked along the dark stairwell to a narrow and simple room. . It was an empty, undecorated hut, save for an old wardrobe and an iron bed. The whole room looked run down, but very tidy, almost spotless. Voldemort seemed to see a black-haired boy sitting on a gray blanket, staring blankly at the door, staying in this oppressive environment for ten years.

"Want to hear my mother's song I used to sing?" An ethereal female voice sounded out of nowhere, "Oh sorry, it's the wrong way around, it was my mother who sang it to me."

It was a deep girl's voice, Voldemort didn't speak, he touched his severed wrist with his wand to let the pain bring him some sobriety, this is the small, dark room in the Muggle orphanage when he was a child The room he had been in for so many years had been unwilling to go back, or even to think of, but the singing sounded from nowhere, and it became louder and louder from far to near. This music seemed to wrap Voldemort's whole body in it, filling it His mind, poured into his heart, nowhere to hide, inevitable. (Afterwards, the BGM uses the song Gypsy Diva, Station B: BV1bW411G7oA)

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

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

Conscious, knowing that what he saw was not the real scene, Voldemort 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 when the clouds rolled, Voldemort vaguely saw The flashing reflection of the glass on the top of the cloud, combined with the content of the lyrics, made him feel terrified - he should have been locked in a crystal ball. He shook his stiff neck and tried to apparate to the courtyard outside the door, but found himself still staying in place. He slammed a spell with hatred, and it was making a crisp sound against the window of his orphanage. There was a sound of shattering, and the shattered glass flew everywhere, but before the debris and powder hit the ground, it seemed as if it had been restored by 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 sudden singing, Voldemort's body was unstable, and everything around him began to rotate like a Ferris wheel. Amid the feeling of spinning,

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 stepping on the dark ceiling of the orphanage. Voldemort turned around and looked around. It was empty, and not far away was a chandelier that was turned upside down but not affected by gravity. Looking up at the sky, the cabinets and beds were all turned upside down, as if they were hanging above the head. Through the window, snowflakes flew from bottom to top, falling from the sky below to the top of the head, and the small world was suddenly covered with snow.

Just now, because the crystal ball was overturned, the whole world was turned upside down. Feeling being played with, Voldemort snorted angrily, and unwillingly used his signature flying magic to stay away from the ground to avoid the influence of the environment.

"Looking back on my past, my mother died because of giving birth to me.

I was sent to an orphanage and said "You're not a wizard anymore."

The combined wind and snow dyed the world into a vast expanse of whiteness, and Voldemort's eyes turned to a dark room, where a ragged woman with a big belly struggled and howled and gave birth to a baby boy, who was named Tom Marvolo. Riddle, and not long after that, he closed his eyes forever—this was a scene that Voldemort had never seen with his own eyes. After watching it intently, he froze for a long time, and suddenly swung his wand furiously, trying to smash the sight in front of him. The picture, to drive away the scenes in front of him that made him realize that they would always exist in his mind from now on.

"Throughout the years I made companions with orphans

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

When you destroy all the relics, all the relatives are also dead. "

In the cold orphanage, several older children took away the only piece of bread from a small black-haired boy, and other orphans abused the little boy... Then with the awakening of the black-haired boy's ability and Voldemort's attack on these orphans The memory of the companions in the hospital emerges—the rabbit of orphan Billy Stubbs was hung from the beams of the house, and he and Eric Walley, the orphan, later contracted chickenpox; Tom as a boy in the cave by the sea terrorizes Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop; the pile of mundane gadgets snatched from little boys and put in a closet—a jiggle reel, a silver thimble, a tarnished harmonica; Tom Riddle knocked Morfin unconscious, took Morfin's wand, went to the Riddle Mansion to kill his father and grandparents, and then implanted wrong memories for Morfin... These things have not been recalled for a long time The images quickly flashed in Voldemort's mind and vision one by one.

This made Voldemort even more enraged, his teeth were clenched, and his hideous face was running an Occlumency technique that he had realized was useless. These were memories he never wanted to mention. After feeling the sensation in my head, it came like a flood.

"Ding ding dong dong merry and rushing, it's my gypsy tambourine

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

Wipe away your tears, children, and sing this song with me"

The ethereal singing gradually drifted away, and Voldemort, who couldn't get out of trouble and gradually became mad because of the revelation and analysis of his memory, lost the last bit of reason in his heart because of fear and anger. He kept using Avada Kedavra indiscriminately, thinking To break the yoke of this memory.

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

"Tom is more reckless than expected, but he still has the courage to come to the door... Maybe he really almost got assigned to Gryffindor?"

It sounded like Voldemort was about to cast a jinx on the face of the speaker, the Harris boy he had just thrown into disgrace in a duel with him.

"I'm a little tired, go to bed first, and throw him abroad when I wake up tomorrow."