Snape was deeply aware that Voldemort's actions were not as simple as "squeezing his shoulder."
Voldemort was still casting the Cruciatus Curse. That pain, deep enough to sink into the bones, poured endlessly into Snape's body through the motion of squeezing his shoulder.
Snape was not at all surprised. When Voldemort had started the English Wizarding War, any Death Eater who failed to complete a mission had suffered this kind of treatment from him.
Usually, after Voldemort finished casting the Cruciatus Curse, he would follow it up with Legilimency.
In his view, combining the Cruciatus Curse with Legilimency produced better results and made it easier to peer into the secrets hidden in another person's heart.
Snape cared more about the change in Voldemort's strength. He sensed that Voldemort had indeed grown stronger.
In Snape's memory, the Voldemort of the past had needed to cast with a wand to produce a Cruciatus Curse that met his standards;
Now, however, he could cast the Cruciatus Curse through an action like "squeezing a shoulder," which meant Voldemort's understanding of the Cruciatus Curse had risen to another level.
At that thought, Snape felt somewhat fortunate as well. Luckily, his own understanding of Occlumency had also risen to another level.
"Master... the traitor... where is he?" Snape's voice trembled slightly, as if even speaking those words required tremendous effort.
Voldemort was very satisfied with Snape's performance. He came to stand in front of Snape, his palm continuing to exert force, his long fingers like awls as they pressed into the flesh on Snape's shoulder.
Cold sweat broke out on Snape's forehead. As if he could not suppress the pain of the Cruciatus Curse, his body tensed instinctively, and his head tilted back uncontrollably, meeting Voldemort's eyes.
"What do you think?" Voldemort's eyes shone with scarlet