Herpo's expression shifted again and again, even revealing a trace of hesitation, and Voldemort saw it all.
"Then we wait!" Voldemort laughed coldly. "Let us see this so-called 'Death,' these 'Deathly Hallows,' and this 'Misty Illusory Realm'..."
"Whether they are truly as powerful as you hope, and can make those two despicable people die inside!"
"Carcas, do you still need to keep resting?" He turned to look at Carcas, a hint of pressure in his voice that brooked no argument.
Once factions and positions had been made clear, Carcas's attitude toward Voldemort also underwent no small change.
His fingertip lightly traced over his eye socket, and he could clearly feel the stabbing pain. This situation could only mean one thing. "I want to rest a little long—"
"Crucio!" Voldemort abruptly raised his wand and, without warning, cast the Cruciatus Curse on Carcas.
Barty Crouch Jr. moved at that very moment as well. He waved his wand at Carcas, and the armchair beneath Carcas instantly vanished.
Losing the armchair's support, Carcas immediately collapsed to the ground, rolling and struggling as piercing screams tore from his mouth.
"I think everyone should be very clear..." Voldemort said with a cold smile, his tone icy. "Since you are all possessing other people's bodies, is rest truly necessary?"
"Carcas, you and Herpo are both my guests..." He glanced sidelong at Carcas, who had fallen to the ground. "But as guests, you ought to show some proper etiquette."
"For example, when the Master asks a question, you had best understand that the Master is not making a request of you, but demanding something from you. What you need to do is act at once! Understood?"
Carcas lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath, sweat and dust smeared all over his face. Hearing Voldemort say this,