Magician of HP Clow card

Voldemort wandered in the snow-white corridor, and he only felt that his body was in tatters. Like being penetrated through a sieve.

He walked forward painfully until he saw a red-haired girl dragging a backpack. She had timid eyes and struggled to hold the big package.

A small face was suppressed and turned red.

The little girl seemed to notice his gaze and looked up at him.

Voldemort planned to bypass her and continue walking forward, but unexpectedly, this little girl seemed to gather up her courage.

Stopped him in his tracks.

"Um... look, are these souls yours?" The little girl opened the package and saw several curled-up babies wailing in pain. Lie inside.

"..." He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. He didn't want to admit that he could sense that these broken souls belonged to him.

But my own pride does not allow me to admit it.

The person who was stupid enough to cut his soul into pieces was himself, the famous Dark Lord.

"It's not mine." He turned away and planned to leave directly.

But the little girl seemed to have gained courage again because of his response. Pulled his sleeve.

"Can you... talk to me?" the little girl said timidly. "I haven't seen anyone who can talk to me for a long time..."

Voldemort looked into the little girl's aqua eyes, and the expectation and loneliness in them almost overflowed.

Somehow, he suddenly stopped. Sitting on a bench nearby. Although her expression was a little impatient, it still made the little girl very happy.

She dragged the package and walked to him with difficulty.

"My name is Ariana, what's your name?"

Voldemort looked at her quietly, and finally uttered three words, wanting to see the little girl's expression.

"Voldemort."

"What a strange name, but Leap to Death. The meaning of this name is really good." Ariana tilted her chin and smiled sweetly.

She didn't know anything about the Dark Lord. After all, Voldemort might not have been born when she died.

Voldemort pulled the corners of his mouth into a forced smile. "You just said that you haven't seen anyone who can talk to you for a long time?"

"Yeah, I'm going to die of suffocation here." Ariana's legs swayed slightly. "Over the years, only recently have some living souls appeared."

"Here, this is the first one to appear." Ariana pointed to one of the babies who was paler and fatter. She found some rags and made simple swaddling clothes for several babies.

"Then other babies came..."

Ariana looked at Voldemort, her eyes sparkling. "You're the latest one to show up, and you're the first person I can communicate with."

"How long have you been here?" Voldemort asked, staring at his soul on the ground.

"I don't know... I only recorded it at the beginning. But it only lasted 10 years." Ariana watched as Voldemort kept staring at the baby on the ground.

Thinking that he wanted to be hugged, he immediately bent down and picked up the most beautiful looking baby.

"Don't worry, they are very well-behaved." After saying that, he handed it to Voldemort.

Voldemort hesitated, but took it anyway. The next moment, the baby turned into light and merged into his body.

Part of his broken body gradually healed.

Ariana's eyes widened. And he said it wasn’t yours!

Voldemort touched the healed part and felt the stability of his soul. Smiling bitterly, what has he been doing all his life?