"I'm fine, Severus." Voldemort replied casually, though his attention remained fixed on those books.
He looked at the already closed Magical Tuning series and felt the urge to open them again rise within him.
To restrain that impulse, he flicked his fingers at the books. They floated in the direction of his gesture, flew to the corner of the desk, and stacked themselves neatly.
Snape glanced at the neatly arranged Magical Tuning series and asked respectfully, "Master, I wonder whether you are satisfied with them?"
Voldemort pursed his lips, considering how to answer, when Barty Crouch Jr. once again interrupted at the most inappropriate moment.
"Snape, why do you keep asking such stupid questions?" Barty Crouch Jr.'s tone was full of contempt. "Didn't you see what the Master did?"
"He could not even be bothered to look at them a few more times before tossing them into the corner." He looked at the first book in the stack. "Magical Tuning: Beginner Transfiguration?"
"If I am not mistaken, the contents of this book are probably just related to A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, aren't they? How could something like this possibly catch the Master's eye?"
Nagini tensed again, her head hovering in midair as she assumed a guarded posture.
Voldemort looked toward the wand resting on the desk. The gleam it gave off was as cold as his gaze.
His fingers twitched slightly. The impulse welling up inside him gave rise to a thought—how about giving Barty Crouch Jr. a Killing Curse?
But from another perspective, Barty Crouch Jr. had actually given him a way out.
He tilted his head slightly, trying not to look at the stack of Magical Tuning books in the corner of the desk.
"Severus, is that all?" he asked, scrutinizing Snape. "The secrets one can glimpse