Listening to Voldemort's analysis, Barty Crouch Jr. widened his eyes, looking as if enlightenment had suddenly dawned on him. "As expected of you, Master! I never imagined I'd been deceived for so long!"
"The Ministry of Magic is utterly despicable! They fooled us for so long! So we must call on more people to break the Statute of Secrecy with us! Let this world belong to Wizards once more!"
Barty Crouch Jr.'s reaction satisfied Voldemort greatly. This was exactly what he had wanted Barty Crouch Jr. to say.
Nagini also relaxed, pressing herself against Voldemort's neck again as she lazily flicked her forked tongue and let out a hissing sound.
Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes were filled with longing. In an incomparably fervent voice, he said to Voldemort, "When that time comes..."
"Those mediocrities will finally understand that you are the greatest of all! Gellert Grindelwald is nothing compared to you!"
"Gellert Grindelwald?" Voldemort was in an excellent mood now, and was willing to say a few more words to Barty Crouch Jr. "He truly wasn't worthy..."
"He clearly had a treasure trove behind him, a Durmstrang that never rejected Dark Magic! But he was too foolish, and never thought to make proper use of that Magic School."
Barty Crouch Jr. hurriedly asked, "Master, what should we do?"
Voldemort explained patiently, "A Magic School is not merely a Magic School. As the foundation of Wizards, it has far too many uses. Barty, do you know what an anthill is?"
"An anthill?" Barty Crouch Jr. froze for a moment, unable to connect "the foundation of Wizards" with "an anthill."
"Ants are rather interesting creatures." Voldemort interlaced his fingers, and even his tone turned pleased. "Their division of labor is clear..."
"The most numerous among them are called 'worker ants.' For the survival