Fenrir Greyback said nothing. He had tortured far too many Muggles and wizards—so many that even he could no longer say the exact number.
As for the method Vizet was using now, he had used it on more than one child himself. If it was only a technique, it was very hard for him to recall any specific incident.
Sensing the hesitation in Fenrir Greyback's eyes, Vizet gently shook his head. In truth, Fenrir Greyback's reaction was exactly what he had expected.
"Professor Remus Lupin..." Vizet said slowly. "Do you remember him?"
"Lupin?" Fenrir Greyback reacted. "You call him professor? A werewolf? He actually became a professor?"
"A werewolf like you has actually lived until now?" Vizet shot back, casting another Cutting Curse and slicing away another layer of Fenrir Greyback's flesh.
Fenrir Greyback's body shuddered again from the agony. "I didn't even have time to torture that Lupin! I never thought his father would arrive so quickly..."
He snarled through gritted teeth, forcing the words out from between them with effort. "Actually, it wasn't that unexpected! You know my memories... so you must know why..."
"But I'm going to say it myself! That was quite a splendid revenge! On that Lupin's birthday, I turned that Lupin into a werewolf!"
"Vizet Lovegood! Isn't that very meaningful? In truth, I'm that Lupin's father too! The fact that he could become a werewolf was all because of me—"
"Crucio!" Vizet's voice was cold and grim. Black and green light intertwined like venomous snakes in a frenzy, burrowing into Fenrir Greyback's body through the cut on his chest.
The Cruciatus Curse did not leave any wound on Fenrir Greyback, but it plunged him into an even more indescribable agony;
He instinctively tried to arch his back, but the shackles binding him kept him