Herpo did not answer. He squeezed his eyes shut, his lips pressed into a pale line. His chest heaved violently a few times before gradually settling.
He was trying hard to comfort himself, telling himself that this was merely a test from "My Lord," one he had to endure.
"This body is in decent condition..." Calchas kept his eyes tightly shut. "Gluttonous Herpo, what exactly are you planning to show me? Spit it out!"
Suppressing his anger, Herpo gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you find a way to see Hogwarts?"
"Hogwarts? That wizarding school?" Calchas pondered for a moment. "This area is... hmm... Are we in Northern Europe?"
Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr. both raised their brows. Though both possessed extensive magical knowledge, they still only had a vague understanding of the magical gift known as the "Eye of Heaven."
Barty Crouch Jr. did know that Sybill Trelawney was supposedly a seer, but judging by his experiences in Divination...
Rather than believe that Sybill Trelawney was truly a seer capable of using the "Eye of Heaven" to peer into things, he would rather buy a pair of dice and use them for divination.
Now that they had witnessed Calchas's ability, they were indeed somewhat surprised.
"Yes! This is Northern Europe!" Herpo said. "Hogwarts is in Europe too, probably somewhere in the highlands of England. You should know it!"
"With this body, I can manage it, but there is one condition..." Calchas changed tack. "To see somewhere that far away, this body will suffer noticeable wear."
"The body's deterioration isn't a problem," Voldemort cut in. "I believe Durmstrang's resources are sufficiently abundant. They will naturally provide you with enough bodies."
"I understand!" Calchas nodded. "If that is the case, then I'll give it a try!"
Herpo's earlier tirade had allowed