Voldemort resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Theo. Of course he wanted to see the research. He was the greatest wizard that ever lived -- that would ever live. If there was ancient magic, then it belonged to him, and him alone.
"Yes, my review of your research will wait until later today, as will your explanation of whatever theories you've come up with." Voldemort wasn't stupid, he knew they would've had theories. They were probably the work of imbeciles. But there might be a grain of truth in there. "For now, I shall conduct an inspection of your department, beginning with the Hall of Prophecy and then moving into the Death Chamber."