"The Master" came back to his senses and suddenly realized something. Why was it that every time Vizet spoke, he answered so perfectly, resolving the doubts that had arisen in his mind at that exact moment?
He did not dare think too deeply about it, yet even that fleeting thought filled him with terror. The flames in his Eye Sockets flickered violently.
Vizet turned to look at the violently dancing flames in "The Master's" Eye Sockets and said with a smile, "Mr. Miklantikutli, you have already thought of the answer, haven't you?"
"The Master's" voice was somewhat hoarse as he asked probing, "You... what are you trying to say?"
"Perhaps I should ask you instead..." Vizet said. "Mr. Miklantikutli, what exactly did you just think of?"
"You..." Even "The Master's" voice began to tremble. "You really..."
"This should not be particularly difficult." Vizet nodded. "Or perhaps I should put it more precisely..."
"For me, this is not particularly difficult. After all, I know what makes me special. What I can do is not necessarily something others can do."
"Of course! I can also spread this 'specialness' through some means, freeing more people from their restraints."
Vizet's words made Voldemort realize something, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.
Much like "The Master," a thought flashed through his mind.
He did not dare dwell on it either. It was as though if he investigated that thought too deeply, he might... personally destroy his own Path of Magic!
"I know what you want to know." Vizet continued. "You desperately want to understand why every answer I give happens to address the very 'why' you most want answered."
"The reason is actually very simple, almost overly so. It is like the trick Herpo used, making Serena believe that only the Killing Curse