Hearing Herpo sigh, Voldemort raised his brows. "So... why didn't you get rid of him at the very beginning?"
"And you? Voldemort..." Herpo asked calmly in return. "What was it you did that left you in your previous state?"
"Oh?" Voldemort realized something, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "You know about me?"
"Voldemort, what happened this time was only an accident..." Herpo explained the matter of the "Werewolf Wizard" again. "The key point is that I misjudged the Ministry of Magic's ability to act."
"If it had been a hundred years ago... no! Even sixty years ago, I would have known far more about the Ministry of Magic's movements, but that Wizarding World War weakened my intelligence network."
"Once, countless pure-blood wizarding families obeyed the Isaiah Society. Until the rise of that Gellert Grindelwald—he destroyed far too many pure-blood wizarding families."
There was a hint of nostalgia in his tone. "If not for him, it would not have been difficult to speak with the Minister of Magic and directly order them to carry out certain commands."
"Of course! That is not the point. The point is..." Then his tone shifted. "Regarding your affairs, such as that prophecy about you, I know it very well."
"How much do you know about that prophecy?" Voldemort frowned slightly. "Born as the seventh month dies..."
For some reason, he recited a portion in a low voice, then fixed his eyes on Herpo. "Herpo, is there more after that?"
"You actually only obtained that little?" Herpo's tone held undisguised mockery.
Voldemort heard the mockery in Herpo's words, but had no mind to bother with it. What he cared about more now was the part of the prophecy he did not know.
"Herpo, tell me!" he commanded in a tone that brooked no doubt. "What comes