The light spilling down from the top of the laboratory was clearly a soft, warm glow, yet to Fenrir Greyback, it felt unbearably dazzling.
A hoarse, hacking sound came from his throat, like a beast being strangled by the neck, finding even the act of making a sound terribly difficult.
Vizet was not in the same state. He seemed to be speaking with someone else, and his voice rang through the laboratory and entered Fenrir Greyback's ears. "Professor Lupin, he's right here."
Another face appeared. This face was much older than Vizet's, and there was a vague familiarity in its features that Fenrir Greyback found indistinct.
But what made Fenrir Greyback's heart jolt was the pair of eyes on that face, where fury and loathing churned as if they were about to spill over.
He could also sense that the owner of this face was trying hard to restrain himself, to keep himself from releasing that fury and loathing.
Another burst of "hwoosh-hwoosh" scraping sounded. The laboratory ceiling returned, the soft, warm light vanished, and even Vizet's voice stopped abruptly.
Everything returned to darkness and silence, as if everything that had just happened had been a dream, nothing more than a hallucination born of his nerves stretched taut.
Just like that inexplicable sensation of rising he had felt...
This sudden beginning and ending threw Fenrir Greyback's thoughts into chaos.
He now suspected that Vizet might have added some potion similar to Confusion Draught into that feast, using this method to torment him.
He also found it hard to determine whether everything he had just experienced... had been a brief nightmare, or something that had truly happened.
Watching Vizet "assemble" the laboratory, now the size of a building block, Professor Lupin asked with some unease, "Vizet, will this affect its