Fenrir Greyback's voice was hoarse. "After Christmas?"
"Mr. Greyback, your memory is getting worse..." Vizet's tone carried a hint of pity.
"Didn't I only just tell you? The Christmas Holiday is coming, and I'll be leaving Hogwarts for a while."
That was right!
That tone was perfect!
Fenrir Greyback secretly rejoiced. What he was hoping for now was exactly the tone and attitude Vizet was showing at this moment.
So condescending, so convinced he had everything under control—it was simply too much like the Voldemort of old!
Back then, Voldemort had been at the height of his power too, believing he could dominate England's Magical World. In the end, he had grown careless because of his arrogance and had been defeated by "The Boy Who Lived," causing his forces to collapse.
Now, something similar was happening. Vizet's arrogance and negligence were his chance to escape alive!
As Vizet's words fell, he turned and slowly walked toward the laboratory door.
Watching Vizet's back gradually recede, Fenrir Greyback pressed his lips even tighter together, doing his best not to show any joy, locking his laughter deep in his throat.
Thank Merlin!
Vizet was finally leaving!
Though after every previous experiment ended, he had felt something similar.
But none of those past thoughts had ever been as intense as this one.
However, truly holding back a smile was honestly a little difficult for Fenrir Greyback as he was now.
To keep Vizet from suspecting anything, and also to stop himself from actually breaking and laughing, he suddenly opened his mouth and began gasping for breath in great gulps.
His mouth opened wider and wider, finally turning into a silent, crazed, vicious grin.
Next time they met?
Would there even be a next time?
At least in Fenrir Greyback's view, there would be no