Herpo's expression changed again and again, with a trace of hesitation showing through. Voldemort saw it all.
"Then we wait!" Voldemort sneered coldly. "Let's see whether this so-called 'Death,' the 'Deathly Hallows,' and Limbo..."
"...are really as powerful as you hope, capable of making those two despicable men die inside!"
"Calchas, do you still need to rest?" He turned to Calchas, his voice carrying a pressure that allowed no argument.
After their factions and positions had been made clear, Calchas's attitude toward Voldemort had changed considerably.
His fingertips lightly traced the edge of his eye socket, and he could clearly feel the stabbing pain. There could only be one explanation for this. "I want to rest a little longer..."
"Crucio!" Voldemort suddenly raised his wand and unexpectedly cast the Cruciatus Curse on Calchas.
Barty Crouch Jr. moved at that very moment. He swung his wand at Calchas, and the armchair beneath Calchas vanished at once.
Without the chair supporting him, Calchas immediately collapsed onto the floor, rolling and struggling as he let out piercing screams.
"I think everyone should understand this..." Voldemort said with a cold sneer. "Since you're possessing someone else's body already, is rest truly necessary?"
"Calchas, you and Herpo are both my guests..." He glanced at Calchas lying on the floor from the corner of his eye. "But as guests, you ought to display the proper etiquette."
"For instance, when your host asks a question, you had better understand that your host is not making a request, but giving an order. What you need to do is act immediately! Do you understand?"
Calchas lay sprawled on the floor, gasping heavily. Sweat and dust smeared his entire face. Hearing Voldemort's words, he could only nod with difficulty.
Barty Crouch Jr. seemed to think of something. His eyes shifted,