In the study, the Dark Lord chuckled. Of course, he had used his familiar to spy on the teenagers. They knew but had not cared. He could not trust them. Potter might have offered him help, but the boy was the Light's chosen saviour. Voldemort needed more proof before he could offer even a fraction of trust to his former enemy. Fortunately, Barty was around to suffer the consequences of his temper. Had this stupid boy not interfered, he would have a body by now. He wished they would speed up their research. After all, Wormtail had laid out the ritual in detail, and the Library of the Manson should contain everything they needed to adapt it. He did not want to wait any longer. When he had his body back, he would get the full prophecy out of Potter. Nothing else was acceptable!