After tormenting Wormtail for a while, Voldemort suddenly felt a weakness he had not experienced in a long time. It was not the weakness of magic draining his life force, but hunger, and his shriveled stomach began to growl.
Voldemort looked at Wormtail, who lay curled up on the ground, howling. After a long, speechless silence, he sighed and said softly in his cold voice:
"My dear old friend, please forgive my impulsiveness just now.
You must understand that I treat you this way not out of malice, but out of concern for you. You are the most important member on the path ahead of me, and I am willing to devote my time and energy to you. Just as when you were brewing potions earlier, wasn't I guiding you the whole time?
Because you are worth that effort. Although you may feel that my demands on you are too harsh, I do this entirely out of concern and hope for your future.
You must understand that learning is not merely about acquiring knowledge. It is also about improving yourself, so that we can better achieve our shared goal.
I hope you can understand that everything I do is for your own good. I criticize you and guide you because I have seen the problems that may exist in your work, and I hope to help you all correct them and become better.
I understand that the road ahead is not smooth, and requires us to keep striving and exploring. But I hope you can face these challenges bravely, because only through challenges can you truly grow and improve.
I hope that, as an important partner in my return, you can follow closely behind me. I do not wish to see the future road to immortality without you, my old