Vizet said nothing more and reached his fingers toward the entrance corridor of the miniature laboratory.
Under Lupin's gaze, his figure rapidly shrank until it disappeared completely into the corridor.
The laboratory was too quiet—so quiet that Fenrir Greyback could hear only his own sounds: his breathing, his heartbeat, and the chattering of his teeth.
His bloodshot eyes were still wide open, fixed hard on the empty laboratory door.
Perhaps because he was straining too much, his eyeballs looked as if they were about to tear free from their sockets.
Even now, he still found it hard to be certain whether everything that had just happened was a hallucination after a full meal, or something that had truly taken place.
His breathing grew even more violent, and his gaze darted uncertainly, as if he were trying hard to think, trying to convince himself, trying to seize the last life-saving straw.
"It couldn't have been real! I've seen Giants!" Fenrir Greyback roared at the empty air. "Giants are twenty-five feet tall at most! Everything just now was a hallucination!"
"Damn bastard!" he snarled through gritted teeth, as if venting, and once again tore into the remaining chunks of meat and organs. "He actually put potions in it! So what? I won't let you get your way!"
"Even if you put potions in it! Even if you want to make me paranoid, I won't give you what you want!" His mouth was full of food, warping his voice. "I'm going to eat them all!"
He forced himself to swallow the remaining chunks of meat and organs. The food that had once tasted sweet was now as hard to choke down as wax.
Not only that, but every time he chewed, Vizet's face flashed before his eyes.
"It absolutely couldn't have been