"Of course we can have a proper talk..." Herpo nodded weakly, glancing to the side. "It's just... is the Headmaster's Office in any state for a conversation right now?"
During his duel with Voldemort, they had used nothing but Dark Magic, and the damage caused by Dark Magic was difficult to restore, whether to souls or physical objects.
Even though Voldemort had cast Reparo to repair the Headmaster's Office, he could only restore part of it.
Rather than having been restored, those walls had been Transfigured. Voldemort needed to maintain the Transfiguration in order to keep them stable.
This included the armchair Herpo was sitting in, as well as most of the furnishings in the Headmaster's Office—all of them were products of Voldemort's Transfiguration.
The moment Voldemort dispelled the Transfiguration, he would fall to the floor again.
And during their conversation, Voldemort would certainly do exactly that, further humiliating him.
As for why he understood this, it was because he had often done the same thing himself when the Isaiah Society had been flourishing.
Barty Crouch Jr. shot Herpo a vicious glare and cursed, "It's all because of you, you damned bastard! The Headmaster's Office is like this entirely because of you!"
Herpo pressed his pale lips together and did not even turn his gaze toward Barty Crouch Jr.
To him, having someone like Barty Crouch Jr. as his servant would indeed have been a wonderful thing.
But the current situation was... Barty Crouch Jr. was Voldemort's servant, and just moments ago, Barty Crouch Jr. had even used the Killing Curse on him.
That being the case, everything Barty Crouch Jr. said only filled him with disgust.
If his circumstances were not so terrible right now, if Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr. did not still have some use, and if