Herpo did not answer. He squeezed his eyes shut, his lips pressed into a pale line. His chest heaved violently a few times, then slowly settled again.
He was trying hard to comfort himself, telling himself that this was nothing more than a test from "The Master," a trial he had to endure.
"This body is in good condition..." Carcas's eyes were tightly closed. "Gluttonous Herpo, what are you planning to have me look at? Hurry up and say it!"
Herpo forced down his anger and asked through gritted teeth, "Can you think of a way to see Hogwarts?"
"Hogwarts? That Magic School?" Carcas pondered for a while. "The area around here is... hmm... are we in Northern Europe?"
Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr. raised their eyebrows at the same time. Although both of them possessed a rich reserve of magical knowledge, when it came to the magical talent known as the "Heavenly Eye," they were still only half-informed.
Barty Crouch Jr. did know that Sybill Trelawney was a so-called prophet, but judging from his experience in Divination Class...
Rather than believe Sybill Trelawney really was a prophet capable of peering into anything with the "Heavenly Eye," he would rather buy a die and use that for divination.
Now that they had witnessed Carcas's ability, they were indeed somewhat surprised.
"Yes! This is Northern Europe!" Herpo said. "Hogwarts is also in Europe. It should be somewhere in the highlands of England. You should know it!"
"If it's this body, it can be done, but there is one condition..." Carcas changed tack. "To see somewhere that far away, this body will suffer obvious wear and tear."
"Physical wear isn't a problem," Voldemort cut in. "I believe Durmstrang's resources are plentiful enough. Naturally, we can provide you with a sufficient number of