By the end, Barty Crouch Jr. had nearly exhausted all his strength, roaring out his final conclusion.
Immediately afterward, he began dry-heaving, followed by an unbroken fit of coughing so violent that tears spilled from the corners of his eyes.
In truth, his stomach was churning as well. He had forced himself to suppress the nausea just to finish those fawning words.
Perhaps in the past, he could have said such things passionately, righteously, even with enjoyment. Unfortunately, he could no longer do that now.
Forcing himself to finish speaking only brought waves of self-loathing surging up within him, worsening his dry-heaving once again.
The ceaseless coughing made the Durmstrang Headmaster's Office noisy, yet Voldemort did not mind in the slightest.
He was only exceedingly satisfied with Barty Crouch Jr.'s performance at this moment.
The fact that Barty Crouch Jr. could say such things showed that the effects of the potion he had drunk earlier were beginning to fade, and that his condition was gradually recovering.
Herpo shifted his posture and studied Barty Crouch Jr., who was still dry-heaving and coughing.
Aside from envying Voldemort—envying him for having such a loyal servant—he also sensed something strange.
He felt that Barty Crouch Jr.'s behavior at this moment seemed somewhat awkward, even carrying a hint of compulsion.
Yet when he thought of what Barty Crouch Jr. had done before, he merely shook his head slightly, deciding that Barty Crouch Jr. was simply in poor condition and perhaps had some other reason.
Since Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr.'s master, had said nothing, what right did he, a so-called "guest," have to criticize?
Calchas had finally recovered somewhat. Although the Cruciatus Curse had left both his body and soul in unbearable pain, after enduring it for so long, his tolerance for the curse had grown