Such a voice came from Harry's mind, waking him up from his sleep.
"Who? Who's talking?"
No reply.
Just another voice came.
"Do you want power?"
Harry was a little scared, but he was a man who had experienced many things after all, so he quickly calmed down.
"Do you want power?"
The voice came for the third time.
And this time.
Harry discovered it.
"Brain! It's ringing directly in my brain!"
After he felt it carefully, on the fourth time, he finally vaguely judged that the sound seemed to be related to his 'talent'!
"talent?"
Harry touched the lightning scar on his forehead.
After such a long period of exploration, he has roughly deduced that this 'talent' is probably related to his parents!
"Did my parents leave something to me?"
Harry's heart moved.
There was silence for a while.
After the voice sounded again, he made his own reply.
"Do you want power?"
"think!"
"Then go! Go to this place!"
A place came to Harry's mind. He sat quietly for a while, then put on his clothes and left quietly.
…
The night is dark.
Unknowingly, Harry had arrived at a suburb.
It is extremely desolate here, with very few weeds and only a big withered tree on the land in the middle.
Seeing such a scene, Harry couldn't help but tighten his tight clothes. He felt a little cold.
This is where the voice told him to come.
He has arrived now.
But I don't know what to do next.
"What's next?"
He asked in his mind.
"Go under that tree!"
"That tree?"
The thought 'sure enough' appeared in Harry's mind.
When he first came here, he had thought that if there was something here, that tree would undoubtedly be the most likely hiding place.
"Looking at the size of this tree, I'm afraid it's at least twenty years old!"
Twenty years?
Harry became more and more convinced that there was something hidden here that his parents left him.
He walked to the tree.
He walked around the tree and went up to touch it again.
The surface of this tree is dry and cracked, and it feels very rough.
Harry looked up and down carefully, but found nothing unusual or any fluctuations in magic power.
"Oh!"
Harry suddenly felt a little ridiculous for his own thoughts.
"If there were magic fluctuations here and it was so easy to be discovered, I'm afraid the thing would be gone long ago!"
He took a deep breath.
"What's next?"
"Grab that stone on the ground!"
"Stone?"
Harry lowered his head and looked around, and finally found a stone about half the size of his hand on the side.
He picked it up.
"Is it this stone?"
"yes!"
"Then what?"
The voice didn't reply.
Harry waited patiently for a while.
one two three……
Three seconds have just passed.
Then, Harry felt as if there was a hook behind his belly button and suddenly hooked forward with irresistible momentum, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.
He flew forward like the wind, his vision was hazy and he could hardly see anything clearly.
Just vaguely, he seemed to see a tall figure rushing towards him.
But in the blink of an eye, he couldn't see anything anymore.
Harry's hand stuck tightly to the stone, and the stone seemed to have a magnetic force, pulling him over, pulling him over, and then
Bang!
His feet fell heavily to the ground.
The sudden landing made Harry almost fall to the ground, but he managed to stabilize his body.
"Where is this?"
He looked around and saw that he was standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery.
To the right is a tall yew tree, and behind it is the black outline of a small church.
To the left was a hill, and he could make out an exquisite old house on the hillside.
It was eerie and silent all around.
"Someone is coming."
Harry narrowed his eyes nervously and looked into the darkness not far away.
A figure walked toward him step by step among the graves.
Harry couldn't see the man's face clearly, but judging from his gait and the posture of his arms, he seemed to be holding something.
He was short in stature and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face.
The distance between them is constantly shrinking.
Harry gradually realized that the thing the man was holding looked like a baby, or was it just a bag of clothes?
Harry took out his wand, feeling a little uneasy.
As he watched, the man stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone, only three meters away from him.
"Who are you?"
Harry spoke first.
His face was very nervous, and he didn't know why a person appeared here.
Could it be related to his parents?
At that moment, he looked at the short figure.
Sudden.
Harry's scar hurt violently.
He had never felt such severe pain in his life!
The wand in his hand slipped directly to the ground.
He covered his face with his hands, bent his legs and fell to the ground. He couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head felt like it was going to explode.
"it hurts!"
The scar hurt so much that he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
After that, the pain subsided, and he slowly opened his stinging eyes in fear, before he had any other reaction.
Just then.
Harry felt himself being dragged up.
The short man in the cloak had already put down his baggage, lit his wand, and was dragging him towards the marble tombstone.
Before he was pushed around and his back hit the tombstone, Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand.
Tom Riddle!
The man in the cloak used magic to conjure up ropes and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, tying them one after another from his neck to his ankles.
Harry heard rapid and slight breathing coming from inside the hood, and he struggled hard.
The man hit him, and Harry saw that a finger was missing from the hand that hit him.
"Who are you anyway?"
Harry shouted in horror.
He didn't know what happened.
Isn't this the place where his parents left him an inheritance?
Who is this man who suddenly appears?
Why does his scar hurt so much after seeing him?
This is all too weird!
He originally thought that after coming here, he would be able to obtain the inheritance left to him by his parents.
Then, relying on his parents' inheritance, he gained great power and defeated the person he had always regarded as his opponent.
But he didn't expect that something like this would happen after he came here inexplicably.