"Lucius, my slippery friend," Voldemort stated quietly, looking at the Death Eater who immediately stood up. "I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me. Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay, but wouldn't your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?"