Herpo's thoughts were simple now. The series of torments he was suffering were hardships he had to endure before receiving The Master's reward.
It could even be said that he was enduring the torment with gratitude toward The Master.
The moment he felt the effects of the Cruciatus Curse begin to fade, he immediately struggled to his feet and, with great difficulty, took out a small silk pouch.
Herpo held the silk pouch open, pointed his Wand inside, then gently drew it outward.
A handful of Magic Powder followed the path of the Wand and surged out like spring water, forming a complex Ritual Magic Array in midair.
Faced with this scene, Voldemort seemed rather bored and yawned without the slightest restraint.
Barty Crouch Jr., however, looked serious, silently evaluating Herpo in his heart.
At least in his view, judging by the spellcasting precision Herpo had displayed, he did indeed have the qualifications to become the Master's servant.
Only, if that happened, Herpo would absolutely surpass Snape and become his greatest rival, and he would no longer be the Master's favorite servant.
As Herpo swung his Wand downward, the Ritual Magic Array landed on the floor, and at the same time, Gregory Vladimirovich floated up, slowly falling backward in the center of the Ritual Magic Array.
Herpo reached into the silk pouch again and fished out a Bronze Dagger.
The Bronze Dagger's overall sheen was dull and dark, while the leather wrapped around its hilt was glossy with oil, as if it had been handled by countless palms.
At this, Voldemort finally showed a bit more interest. He had created multiple Horcruxes, so naturally, he could tell at a glance that the Bronze Dagger Herpo was holding was also a Horcrux.
He instinctively compared it to the Horcruxes he had