Someone cried, and someone else laughed.
Voldemort was on top of the world.
Seriously, even he hadn't expected the Ministry of Magic to have fallen so far. Its fully fledged Aurors had turned out to be such cowards.
They hadn't even fired a shot~
That was nothing like the hardliners he remembered.
After rescuing many former Death Eaters and recruiting plenty of new blood, Voldemort was brimming with confidence.
In the blink of an eye, his forces had grown more than tenfold.
He'd thought his three servants weren't much use, but now he had a hundred or so more men. He might not be able to do whatever he pleased in England, but at least he wouldn't have to keep looking over his shoulder or holding back.
"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations!"
Peter knew how to play his cards. Seeing the smug delight on Voldemort's face, he knew this was the perfect time to flatter him.
The Fat Rat dropped to his knees at Voldemort's feet, looking happier than if he'd just had a son.
His flattery made Voldemort feel thoroughly pleased.
He glanced at the stupidly chubby Peter and smiled faintly.
"Enough, Pettigrew. What would people think if they saw you?"
The Fat Rat had been the first to come to him, and had proved his loyalty to some extent. He might not have any real abilities, but he knew how to deal with people, and Voldemort was fairly satisfied with him.
It wouldn't hurt to treat him well and keep him around as a token of encouragement.
"I'm happy for you, Master."
Having betrayed someone once made it all the easier to do it again. Peter's face showed no hint of discomfort as he gazed at Voldemort with admiration and a touch of fervor.
"With so many people at your