Not bad. Having a clever servant was really not bad~
Voldemort was very pleased with his new title.
However, turning that "title" into "fact" would take some work.
He lowered his head thoughtfully.
After some consideration, Voldemort ultimately decided against Peter's plan.
Not because it was impossible, but because it was too soon.
Now was not yet the best time to show the world his power—he needed a bigger stage, one large enough to draw the attention of every spellcaster in the world.
The arrival of the "Dark Ruler" had to be accompanied by wails and blood!
"Master, how about—"
With one plan rejected, Peter came up with another.
"We hold a public hunt?"
"A public hunt?"
Interest grew in Voldemort's eyes.
"Explain. What do you mean by a 'public hunt'?"
"Heh heh."
Peter knew he had struck a nerve with Voldemort and couldn't help grinning.
"Before, Master, you were constrained by your lack of power and could only hide, waiting for those fools from the Ministry of Magic to come to you.
"But things are different now. You're the one with the upper hand, and you have the right to set the rules of the game.
"Storming the Ministry of Magic might be a little reckless, but what do you think would happen if you targeted its employees instead?"
At that, Voldemort fell into deep thought.
After a long while, he spoke slowly, word by word.
"Targeting the American Ministry of Magic's employees would cause even greater panic than the former."
"Exactly! My master, whose wisdom is as vast as the sea!"
Peter delivered a well-timed compliment.
Voldemort's lips curled slightly upward.
The losses he had suffered in the past had made him more cautious.
He knew he couldn't ruin a promising situation with a moment's impulsiveness.
But this