Barty Crouch Jr. felt his feet return to solid ground. Bracing himself against the edge of the Pensieve, he stared at the faintly rippling silver liquid within, struggling to process everything he had just seen.
"That Lovegood actually..." Unable to settle his emotions, he said incredulously, "He just split the Black Lake in two?"
"But why... I couldn't understand what he did. And the commotion in the Black Lake was simply too strange... Was it really split apart by Lovegood?"
Seeing Barty Crouch Jr. like this, Voldemort said regretfully, "Barty, it seems your father's imprisonment has dulled too much of your spirit..."
Barty Crouch Jr. said anxiously, "Master, I have truly failed you!"
"Barty, this is why I brought you here..." Voldemort said. "You need to reclaim the spirit you lost and learn more of the wizarding world's secrets."
"And you have indeed done so... but it is not enough! You need to broaden your horizons and understand that you are not like your father! Your useless father..."
"His goal was merely the insignificant Ministry of Magic, while our goal... is the entire world! This world should belong to wizards!"
Barty Crouch Jr. hurriedly promised, "Master, I will work even harder! I certainly will not disappoint you!"
"Wizards and Muggles are entirely different!" Voldemort continued. "Muggles are like lowly livestock—far too weak by nature..."
"They can only barely survive by relying on a little outside help. Wizards stand above all things! The creations they make can likewise transcend the ordinary."
"Could it be..." Barty Crouch Jr. thought of a possibility. "That Wizet discovered some kind of magical artifact at the bottom of the Black Lake...?"
As though he had found a reason to convince himself, realization dawned on him. "That's right! It must be so! No wonder he stayed at