When Dumbledore saw Voldemort so full of youthful vigor, he froze in place for a moment.
"Well said, Master. We await your reforms."
Old Crabbe waved his arms and shouted loudly, looking just like a hype man at a nightclub.
Led by him, the other Death Eaters joined in with loud cheers.
The Death Eaters who had only just arrived and still felt somewhat ill at ease were swept up in the atmosphere and once again became part of this big family.
Voldemort nodded at Old Crabbe with satisfaction, thinking, It was worth teaching you how to use Fiendfyre, you old rascal. At last, you've managed to do something useful.
"What happened to your eye?"
Awakening from his daze, Dumbledore pointed to his own left eye as he asked. He was inwardly annoyed that he hadn't come up with a witty remark.
Voldemort knew, of course, that he meant the monocle over his left eye.
Adjusting the monocle, which he still wasn't quite used to wearing, Voldemort said, "Can't you guess?"
Dumbledore neither nodded nor shook his head. He thought for a moment, then raised his eyebrows. "A Basilisk's eye."
Voldemort nodded and blinked the rather strange-looking eye behind the monocle.
As he blinked, the pupil in that eye narrowed from both sides, an extremely unsettling sight.
"Keep this power under control. Be careful it doesn't turn on you," Dumbledore said with some concern. "You know the trouble bloodline wizards can cause."
Voldemort nodded, accepting the well-meaning warning.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going," Dumbledore said.
Voldemort didn't nod. Instead, he looked directly at him and asked, "Will you keep looking for my other Horcruxes?"
Dumbledore didn't answer at once. After a moment's thought, he said, "I probably will. Even though you've changed, to be honest, it's hard for