"Of course we can have a proper talk..." Herpo nodded weakly, his gaze flicking to the side. "It's just... with the Headmaster's Office looking like this, is it still a suitable place to talk?"
When he and Voldemort had dueled, they had used nothing but Dark Magic, and the damage caused by Dark Magic was hard to restore, whether to the soul or to various objects.
Even though Voldemort had already cast the Mending Charm to repair the Headmaster's Office, he could only restore part of it.
Those walls had not so much been restored as Transfigured; Voldemort needed to maintain the Transfiguration to ensure they stayed stable.
That included the armchair he was sitting in now, as well as most of the furnishings in the Headmaster's Office—they were all products of Voldemort's Transfiguration.
The moment Voldemort removed the effects of the Transfiguration, he would fall to the floor again.
And during the conversation, Voldemort would certainly do just that to humiliate him further.
As for why he understood that, it was because when the Isaiah Society had been in its prime, he had often done the same.
Barty Crouch Jr. shot Herpo a vicious glare and cursed, "It's all because of you, you damned bastard! The Headmaster's Office ended up like this entirely because of you!"
Herpo pressed his pale lips together and did not even turn his gaze toward Barty Crouch Jr.
To him, if someone like Barty Crouch Jr. could become his servant, it would indeed be a wonderful thing.
But the situation now was... Barty Crouch Jr. was Voldemort's servant, and just moments ago, Barty Crouch Jr. had even used the Killing Curse on him.
In that case, the words Barty Crouch Jr. spoke only made him feel disgust.
If the current situation had not been