Herpo pressed his lips together, his gaze still fixed on the door, slightly lost in thought.
Voldemort casually tossed the Daily Prophet onto the table, his voice breaking the silence. "Herpo, I've found the answer to that matter that had been troubling us..."
Herpo shifted slightly in his seat and turned his gaze toward Voldemort. "Oh? What matter?"
"Of course, the anomaly involving those 'werewolf wizards'..." Voldemort's voice softened considerably, but the red glow in his eyes flickered dangerously.
"Herpo, is it because you've lived too long? Has all that useless memory piling up in your head made you slow and forgetful?"
"Perhaps?" Herpo replied absentmindedly, too lazy even to refute the obvious mockery in those words.
Thinking of how Voldemort actually had a servant like Barty Crouch Jr., then thinking of all those traitors in the Isaiah Society, Herpo had little desire to deal with Voldemort right now.
"Herpo, you seem to have forgotten something..." Voldemort's voice grew softer still, while the red glow in his eyes became ever more pronounced, blazing like leaping flames.
"The reason we were able to cooperate was not only because you provided the plan to banish Wizet, but also because you were willing to provide intelligence support."
"Do you remember what you said then? You swore it so confidently, claiming you possessed the latest intelligence from every Ministry of Magic. And what happened?"
With a sharp flick of his finger, the Daily Prophet before him instantly stiffened and hardened, transforming into a sharp silver sword that shot straight at Herpo with a piercing whistle.
Herpo turned his wrist, and his wand slid into his palm. He gave the incoming silver sword a light flick.
The silver sword twisted and warped halfway through its flight, transforming into a rigid dead venomous snake that fell