Seeing the thoughtful look between Voldemort's brows, Herpo said, "If you have doubts about my judgment, perhaps you can verify it directly."
Voldemort raised his head, his gaze falling upon Herpo.
"You should understand..." He scrutinized Herpo. "In this world, only I get to decide when and how to seek the truth. What verification are you referring to?"
"Of course I understand that." Herpo did not beat around the bush, getting straight to the point. "We can use this Ritual Magic to verify it."
"Have your servant speak and demand every detail regarding that Ritual Magic. I am confident of it! That Guardian will definitely provide it!"
"You've heard Calchas mention countless times what that Guardian and Dumbledore have been doing lately."
"After that Guardian and Dumbledore gained the freedom to enter and leave Limbo, they merely invited many... ah... members of that organization... what was it called..."
"The Order of the Phoenix," Voldemort replied casually. "An utterly foolish organization, bewitched by Dumbledore's words. They can gain nothing and change nothing, yet they are willing to give everything."
At Voldemort's words, the kneeling Barty Crouch Jr. furrowed his brow.
In the past, he would certainly have laughed at that moment, mocking the Order of the Phoenix.
Unfortunately, he could no longer do such a thing. He gradually realized that perhaps the reason the Order's members had been willing to give everything was because they wished to protect something far more solid than "power"!
He sighed inwardly. Why had it taken him until now to finally realize these things?
Why had his former self lacked such awareness?
"Yes! The Order of the Phoenix members!" Herpo picked up the thread. "They only invited members of the Order of the Phoenix into Limbo to meet deceased people they wished to see. That was