"Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald."
Voldemort smiled and tugged at his collar. He wasn't used to receiving such sudden praise.
It seemed that ever since graduating from Hogwarts, no one had spoken to him like that as an elder.
Grindelwald had clearly noticed Voldemort's discomfort. He smiled and said no more on the subject.
"I imagine that isn't the only reason you came to that conclusion, is it?" Grindelwald asked.
"That's right. There's also Ms. Hiddleston. Her position allows her to keep records on most young wizards in England and uncover many secrets through the children's interactions," Voldemort said.
"Ms. Hiddleston... I remember that family. It's an ancient one, too," Grindelwald mused.
Voldemort gave him a smile in response.
Unlike a wizard from a Pure-blood family like Grindelwald, he had little personal experience of the decline or betrayal of the Pure-blood families.
"Besides Ms. Hiddleston, there's Gilderoy Lockhart," Voldemort said.
"Him? I've read his books. They're quite good. Tell me what you suspect about him," Grindelwald said.
"He has a rather unusual position. He's a bestselling author, but in essence, he relies on real adventurers' memories to write his books."
Voldemort paused, went to the Pensieve, and put his memory back.
"His actions let him uncover many secrets in the Wizarding World. After all, every wizard brave enough to go adventuring has countless secrets."
Grindelwald nodded with a smile, then picked up where Voldemort had left off. "And his status as a spy means that even if people notice something strange about him, they can dismiss it thanks to such an evil cover story, right?"
Voldemort nodded. That was exactly what he thought.
"The reasons are convincing, and there's nothing too far-fetched about them. But the most important thing is..." Grindelwald said gravely. "You think it's the Muggle government?"
Voldemort was