Herpo clenched his teeth until they chattered, forcing a word out through the gaps. "Revenge!"
Deep down, he knew very well that this was not what he ultimately wanted, and yet this hatred was real.
Especially after time had allowed it to ferment, that hatred had continued to breed and swell. Now that Voldemort had asked him like this, it blazed up like a raging fire.
"Revenge against those damned people! Especially that Vizet Lovegood!"
Seeing the hatred surging in Herpo's eyes, the corner of Voldemort's mouth curved slightly.
At this moment, a strange thought actually rose in him, and he even wanted to say to Vizet, "Nicely done."
After all, he had once personally guided Vizet. In a certain sense, Vizet could also count as his student.
And the path by which he had gained immortality came from the Horcrux invented by Herpo. From a certain angle, he had learned the magical knowledge Herpo had invented, so Herpo could naturally be regarded as one of his "professors."
Now his student had defeated his "professor." Did that not mean... he had surpassed Herpo?
"Revenge?" This time it was Voldemort's turn to yawn, as though he was somewhat disappointed by Herpo's words. "How very... expected, and yet such an unimaginative answer."
"You poured everything you had into Paris, and the final result was... a complete victory for the other side. Heh!" His laugh was full of mockery. "Of course you would think of revenge."
Herpo pressed his lips tightly together, forcibly suppressing the rage churning in his chest.
He kept warning himself that as long as The Master could descend smoothly, all the humiliation before him now would be worth it...
If Voldemort were not so special, he would never have taken such a low stance and tried to seek cooperation