The great Dark Lord was reborn in a cold orphanage. When he began to be proud and dreamed of conquering the world again, a mechanical male voice appeared in his mind, "Tom Riddle, please accept your mission and save Anayenis Gaunt."
Anna Yenis Gaunt? Is there another Gaunt in the world besides myself? Why should I save her? The Dark Lord was never born to save
Tom thought fiercely and planned to ridicule him. The mechanical male voice sounded coldly again, "The host will be punished if it senses that it refuses to perform the task."
After the sound stopped, the Dark Lord fell into endless darkness again, feeling the pain of tearing his soul. This feeling was more intense than any Unforgivable Curse.
"I accept it, I accept it"
Pseudo-orthopedics, sweet, he, tom didn't turn into a snake-faced bald man
Intent: Rebirth of the Dark Lord and the hybrids imprisoned by the Gaunt family to redeem each other