"If I'd known his personality was like this..." Herpo let out a long breath. "Perhaps the first thing we should have done was arrange for someone to enter Hogwarts."
Carcas curled his lip. "Even if you'd known the Guardian's personality early on, how could you be sure... that you'd really have done that?"
Herpo raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice. "What do you mean?"
"What did you say back then?" Carcas reminded him. "That Guardian would become a sacrifice, so we didn't need to concern ourselves with him..."
Herpo had indeed said that. Unable to refute it, he could only give a cold chuckle. "Heh heh!"
Herpo and Carcas were both still in fairly good moods. In contrast, Voldemort's mood had already deteriorated to the absolute worst.
As he recalled his past dealings with Vizet, the anger in his heart grew fiercer the more he thought about them.
They had both taught him things, so why had he and Snape received treatment from Vizet that was so drastically different?
That anger intensified until it completely consumed his thoughts. At that moment, all he wanted was to vent it.
Just then, Herpo's cold laughter reached his ears.
Herpo's sneer was like a spark, instantly igniting Voldemort's fury, which had nowhere to go.
No longer suppressing his rage, he abruptly raised his Wand and pointed it at Herpo. "Crucio!"
Herpo was caught completely off guard and had no time to react before Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse struck him.
He fell rigidly to the floor, then his back arched. His eyes opened wide, and though his mouth gaped open, no sound emerged. Only hoarse "huh, huh" noises came from deep in his throat.
Faced with the agony brought by the Cruciatus Curse, the only thing he could do was struggle instinctively. Yet all