Barty Crouch Jr. gave his final conclusion in a hoarse roar, as though he had exhausted every ounce of strength in his body.
Immediately afterward, he began to retch dryly, followed by a relentless fit of coughing that brought tears to the corners of his eyes.
In truth, his stomach was churning as well. He had endured the nausea with all his might just to finish those fawning words.
Perhaps in the past, he could have said such things with passion, righteous conviction, even genuine enjoyment. But now, he could not.
Forcing himself to finish only brought waves of self-loathing, making his dry heaving even worse.
The unceasing coughing filled Durmstrang's Headmaster's Office with noise, yet Voldemort did not mind in the slightest.
He was only deeply satisfied by Barty Crouch Jr.'s performance at this moment.
The fact that Barty Crouch Jr. could say such things showed that the effects of the potion he had drunk earlier were beginning to fade, and that his condition was gradually recovering.
Herpo shifted his posture and studied Barty Crouch Jr., who was still retching and coughing.
Aside from his envy of Voldemort—envy that Voldemort had such a loyal servant—he also felt something was off.
He always felt that Barty Crouch Jr.'s actions seemed somewhat unpracticed, even carrying a hint of compulsion.
But recalling Barty Crouch Jr.'s earlier behavior, he merely shook his head gently, deciding that Barty Crouch Jr. was simply in poor condition for some other reason.
After all, Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr.'s master, had said nothing. As a so-called "guest," what right did he have to make comments?
Carcas finally recovered somewhat. Though the Cruciatus Curse had left both his body and soul in unbearable pain, after enduring it for so long, his resistance to it had grown considerably stronger than