The moment the rustling sound appeared, Fenrir Greyback shuddered as if by reflex, and the shackles confining his neck and limbs trembled with it, giving off faint, jingling Collision Sounds.
The appearance of that sound meant Vizet had already arrived above the laboratory, either to replenish the food or to conduct an experiment.
If it had been Fenrir Greyback before he dreamed of "the version of himself transformed into a werewolf," then no matter what Vizet did, he would not have paid it so much attention, nor would he have shuddered. After all, this had never been something he could control.
But now...
Fenrir Greyback could not help praying, hoping Vizet had only come to replenish the food, and not to use him for another experiment and inadvertently discover his secret.
If that happened, perhaps he truly would have no chance left...
Fenrir Greyback understood his current situation very clearly. What he needed most now was time. He had to wait for an opportunity. He had to fight for one breath of defiance.
When he and that "version of himself transformed into a werewolf" from the dream became one, when he completely fused that "version of himself transformed into a werewolf" into his own instinct and could control it however he wished, then he would take back what he had lost!
The rustling sound continued, and Fenrir Greyback felt despair begin to spread, as if it were about to drown his body, giving him a sense of suffocation.
Since the sound was still continuing, that meant Vizet had not come to replenish the food, but to enter the laboratory.
Though this happened every few days, and though after Vizet had extracted his beautiful memories, he had not used Legilimency on him again.
But he could not be certain whether Vizet