"Ah..." Voldemort understood what Herpo meant. "This magic has only just appeared. If even students can master it, then it will undoubtedly let him seize the right to speak and the initiative."
His voice was full of mockery. "Hypocritical Dumbledore! So this is what you were thinking! Hiding despicably behind the scenes, quietly manipulating everything!"
"Not only can he enjoy everyone's worship, he can also reap absolute power!" His eyes narrowed. "No, this has always been his style! He's a hypocritical old madman!"
Herpo said, "Voldemort, that 'Exile Plan' of mine was also formulated based on the possibility that Dumbledore would add the 'Charm to Repel Weapons' to the exam content."
"What if Dumbledore doesn't do that?" Voldemort asked. "You know, he's a hypocritical old madman. No matter what despicable thing he does, I wouldn't find it strange."
"Of course that possibility cannot be ruled out," Herpo said. "But the most likely situation at present is to use the opportunity of the 'exam' to exile Vizet into the turbulence of time."
"Use the opportunity of the 'exam'?" Voldemort's voice suddenly turned cold, his tone growing dangerous. "Herpo, you have a very bad habit. You're always hiding all sorts of things from me."
"We clearly agreed from the beginning that we would cooperate and integrate the resources we each controlled, but what have you done? You always let me discover the secrets you've hidden."
His body leaned slightly forward, and he began to toy with his wand again, only the direction of the wand's tip would fall on Herpo from time to time.
"Perhaps I should open a hole in your chest and see how many secrets are still inside? Or use Veritaserum to make you a Horcrux, to ensure you can always tell the truth and our cooperation can continue?"