"Your duelling skills and potion-making abilities are quite impressive, you excel at Occlumency, and you even managed to slip your father right out from under my nose—" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, picking up a cup of black tea to take a sip.
"I must admit, my initial assessment of you was wrong. You are nowhere near as mediocre as you appear on the surface."
Alistair clenched his fists, forcing himself to patiently listen.
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