Off I Go

Anton gave his dear Professor Voldemort a puzzled look.

Generally speaking, he could not sense the "emotions" of those whose Mind Power had become perfectly integrated. Not Dumbledore, not even McGonagall.

Their emotions did not leak out, so naturally they could not be observed.

Professor Snape, on the other hand, had suffered terrifying trauma to his mind, so Anton could occasionally sense something from him, however faintly.

This was clearly a completely different dimension from Mind Reading, not something Legilimency could conceal.

Yet at this moment, Old Voldy, whose attainments in the realm of the soul were extremely high, was faintly radiating an emotion of "delight" into his surroundings.

Oh~

It could not even be called delight.

It was something complicated, brimming with malice, as though he were about to take revenge on someone—a smug sort of happiness, like the sinister "Heh heh heh~" grin of someone whose scheme had succeeded.

What the hell?

Meeting Voldemort's gaze, Anton instinctively took a step back.

He swallowed, thinking to himself, Old Voldy hasn't gone nuts from studying snakes, has he? Does he have some peculiar fetish for my fluffy appearance now?

Old Voldy, being corrupted by Dark Magic really does turn people into perverts!

This...

This absolutely would not do!

Ptooey~

Go away, go away, don't look at me like that!

Voldemort looked at Anton with great satisfaction. The deeply concealed fear in the other's eyes, that instinctive step backward, coupled with his usual proud and unyielding demeanor, instantly gave Voldemort a sense of satisfaction in his own authority.

So you are afraid of me after all~

The corner of Old Voldy's mouth curled slightly as he watched the wizard who was forcing himself to maintain an arrogant personality before him.

Very good~

He could use this fellow to demonstrate his great-hearted