Vizet waved his Wand, and the laboratory ceiling turned transparent, allowing him to see the scene outside the window.
After conducting the experiment so many times, he knew how much longer Fenrir Greyback needed before he turned into a Werewolf.
"Mr. Greyback, it's about time..." As his voice fell, a glass bottle flew out of his pocket. "Drink the potion first!"
The glass bottle floated toward Fenrir Greyback, and Fenrir Greyback recognized at a glance that it contained the still-unfinished Wolfsbane Potion.
"Damn it! Damn it!" he kept cursing, using it to vent the hatred in his heart.
He loathed this feeling of helplessness beyond words. He was like a toad being used to test potions, able only to let Vizet do with him as he pleased...
Yet as an experimental subject, he was simply too powerless. Aside from verbal curses to vent with, he could make no other attempt to resist.
As the glass bottle tilted, the cap was also unscrewed. Fenrir Greyback tried to resist again, pressing his lips tightly together and clenching his back teeth, doing everything he could not to open his mouth.
His resistance was meaningless. The moment the Wolfsbane Potion flowed from the mouth of the bottle, an invisible force appeared, forcing his mouth open and letting the Wolfsbane Potion enter his throat.
The glass bottle returned to his pocket, and Vizet's voice sounded. "Mr. Greyback, you should actually thank me..."
"Fortunately, my potion-making skills are passable. If it were those potion experiments in your memories..."
Vizet did not finish, but Fenrir Greyback understood what Vizet meant;
Fenrir Greyback had to admit that what Vizet said... was actually not wrong at all;
When Voldemort launched the English Wizarding War, there had also been Potioneers among his many allies, and he had seen how Potioneers