Before he could control himself, Rodolphus had his wand pulled and pointed at the young boy. "LIAR," he yelled his hand shaking with fury. "You're all the same, pretending that everything you do makes you better than others. So perfect, so loving, so kind, so stupid," he sneered the last word. "You're parents didn't even realize their arrogance led to their deaths. Everyone loves the Potters." He stared directly at the boy. "Not everyone."