Because Voldemorts legillemency was still in its early stages, he did not know that a few of his followers had very nearly changed devotion to Nagini that night. It was only a few days later when he caught Avery and Nott, the only two second years in his Death Eater group besides him, whispering behind the library shelves.
"She's obviously far more powerful than he is," Avery was saying. "It was awful that night, more painful than any curse the Dark Lord placed on me."
"But she's a witch, and a beggar," Nott whispered back. "And besides, if she really was that powerful, she could've easily confused the venom or diluted it before it went into her blood or something of that nature. Could you imagine following a mudblood? I don't believe her parents could be pure, why would they just dump her on the street?"
Avery was silent, but then said, "Well, the Dark Lord grew up in an orphanage."
Voldemort clenched his fist, wanting to get more information. [i]This would be so much simpler with Legillemency, [/i] he thought.
Nott didn't reply at first as well, but said, "Well, I don't know about that, but I don't think following that Regin girl is a good idea."
"We'll see what happens, but I hope she won't despise me the rest of her time with us, I just have a bad feeling about her."
Voldemort ignored them and walked off pondering his next course of action.