Durmstrang Headmaster's Office.
Carcas repeated expressionlessly, "So I need to personally remind them and see when they'll finally relent and return what belongs to Hogwarts."
The moment Carcas mentioned "Helga Hufflepuff's Golden Cup," Voldemort turned away, hands clasped behind his back, not facing Herpo and the others directly.
When Carcas finished repeating the entire passage, Voldemort's eyes narrowed to slits, and he slowly drew in a breath.
Even though he did his utmost to restrain his emotions, his shoulders still trembled uncontrollably.
"Those were Dumbledore's words?" His voice was very soft, like the hiss of a venomous snake flicking its tongue. "His exact words? You're certain you repeated them completely?"
"Of course!" Carcas's tone was full of certainty. "If it were a complicated pattern, I might only be able to reconstruct the general shape."
"But the words they spoke... I still have that much confidence. I can repeat them word for word without any deviation."
Carcas, who had previously possessed Gregory Vladimirovich and still seemed fairly spirited, now looked like a completely different person.
Most of his hair had fallen out, wrinkles covered his entire body, and the breath of life in him seemed as if it might snap at any moment. This was one of the prices he paid for using the Heavenly Eye.
"No deviation?" Voldemort's tone abruptly turned cold. "In other words... there could still be deviations, then? Crucio!"
He casually flicked the Wand backward, and bone-chilling magical fluctuations instantly filled the Headmaster's Office.
Carcas was struck by the Cruciatus Curse and immediately collapsed to the floor, his body convulsing violently as if he were being shaken apart.
Carcas's convulsions did not last long. A few seconds later, he had stopped breathing entirely.
A cloud of Black Mist drifted out from his face, condensing into a mass