Fenrir Greyback heard this, and a sudden gleam burst into his eyes.
He seemed to have seized the last life-saving straw, and even his voice rose sharply. "You mean Dumbledore, right!"
After saying this, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face, as if he had finally found an opening and could expose Vizet's lie.
"After all, you're a student, and he's the headmaster of Hogwarts! There's no way you can call him here! I know it! Otherwise, why would you be talking so much to me?"
"If you really could summon Dumbledore, he would have appeared here long ago!" The corners of his mouth split open, revealing an extremely ugly smile.
Vizet's expression remained calm. "That sounds airtight. I actually can't find a single reason to refute it."
Fenrir Greyback bared his teeth, revealing a wretched yet immensely smug smile. "Didn't expect that, did you, you damned bastard!"
"Didn't expect me to see through you, did you? I'm not that stupid! You'll never fool me! It's all fake!"
To him, those words from Vizet were already enough.
He felt that he had not only exposed Vizet's lie, but had also seen through Vizet's disguise. The calmness on the surface of that expression was nothing more than bluster after his lie had been uncovered.
Vizet did not keep Fenrir Greyback in suspense, and said as clearly as possible, "Mr. Greyback, the person I actually wanted to mention was... Voldemort."
"The Dark Lord!" Fenrir Greyback screamed, all the smugness gone from his voice, leaving only pure fear. "Impossible! How could he possibly be with you... Absolutely impossible!"
"Is that so?" Vizet cast the flying charm. His body leaned slightly forward, and he rose silently from the ground. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Fenrir Greyback.
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