Barty Crouch Jr. and Voldemort

"Did you truly dream of finding me?" Voldemort stepped forward. "Or were you like those traitors? Dreaming that I was truly dead?"

Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice grew faint. "Master... believe... believe..."

"Barty, if you want me to believe you, then lay everything bare..." Voldemort said unhurriedly. "Hide nothing..."

"All right..." Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice became even weaker, and the bruised blue-purple on his face shifted toward black-purple.

Voldemort raised his arm and pointed at Barty Crouch Jr.'s temple. A wisp of Black Mist followed his finger and sank into Barty Crouch Jr.'s temple.

Sensing this, Dumbledore finally felt completely reassured;

Since the "Soul Guiding Box" could still connect to Barty Crouch Jr. now, that meant Barty Crouch Jr. had passed Voldemort's test.

Just as Dumbledore had thought, Voldemort withdrew his finger, and a "hiss" sounded from his mouth.

At the sound of Voldemort's Parseltongue, the giant venomous snake stopped binding Barty Crouch Jr. and withdrew behind Voldemort. A small length of its body coiled around Voldemort, its cheek pressed against his.

Voldemort clearly trusted this giant venomous snake to an extreme degree. He simply gave up control of the body and leaned against the giant snake with utter languor, then let out another burst of "hissing."

Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

Dumbledore frowned slightly and tried to analyze the Parseltongue Voldemort had just spoken.

Under normal circumstances, the sounds those snakes made were comparatively faint, and it was rare for him to have such an opportunity to interpret them.

"Let him go... Nagini... he is my most loyal servant..."

"I don't like it too bright... let's go a little farther inside..."

"Nagini?" Dumbledore looked at the giant venomous snake, his expression growing complicated.

He could sense through Barty Crouch Jr. that Voldemort's relationship with this