"What a terrible shame!" Voldemort gently shook his head. "Vizet, you could have become so much better and walked farther with me on the Path of Magic."
"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong path..." He looked toward Dumbledore beside him. "Willingly shackled yourself to a pedantic environment and became a rotting mold."
When Cornelius Fudge heard those words, he could not help looking at Vizet, while also reflecting on whether he had misjudged Vizet's level.
Although he had not been like Old Barty Crouch, standing on the front lines of the resistance during the period when Voldemort had ravaged England's Magical World, he knew very well how powerful Voldemort was. For Voldemort to evaluate Vizet like this and regard Vizet as someone who could walk the same path as him was already extremely high praise.
Thinking of this, besides the fear of Voldemort that still occupied his heart, a few traces of intense regret also arose.
Back then, he should never have done that and sent Vizet to Xenophilius Lovegood.
If he had kept Vizet by his side and taken care of him, the various predicaments he now faced might never have happened at all.
Perhaps, with Vizet's help, he could even have left behind a fine name in "History of Magic" and become a Minister of Magic worthy of being praised.
"Is that so? Rotting mold?" Vizet looked straight at Voldemort and asked back. "But as far as I know, you seemed to like this place quite a lot too..."
"For example, three years ago, you secretly infiltrated Hogwarts. What did you say to Headmaster Dumbledore then? You were blaming Headmaster Dumbledore..."
"Blaming him for never helping you, blaming him for making you return the things you stole. What were those things again? I think they were toys..."
"Enough!" Voldemort's