"Of course." Voldemort shrugged. The move appeared nonchalant, but Hermione knew better; he was back to calculating her worth like a jeweler inspecting an heirloom ring. "But do you know how utterly exhausting it is to be the only intelligent person in the room? "Yes, my lord, no, my lord, whatever you want, my lord,’ and there’s not an original thought between the lot of them."