The moment the rustling began, Fenrir Greyback flinched as if startled. The shackles restraining his neck and limbs trembled with him, producing faint clinking sounds.
That sound meant Wizet had arrived above the laboratory. He had either come to replenish the food or to conduct an experiment.
If Fenrir Greyback had been the man he was before dreaming of "himself transformed into a werewolf," then no matter what Wizet did, he would not have paid such close attention or trembled like this. After all, it was not something he could control.
But now...
Fenrir Greyback could not help but pray that Wizet had merely come to replenish the food, rather than conduct another experiment and inadvertently discover his secret.
If that happened, perhaps he truly would have no more chances...
Fenrir Greyback understood his current situation very well. What he needed most now was time. He had to wait for an opportunity. He had to hold on.
Once he and the "himself transformed into a werewolf" from his dreams became one—once he completely fused that "himself transformed into a werewolf" into his instincts and could control it as he pleased—he would take back what he had lost!
The rustling continued. Fenrir Greyback felt despair begin to spread, as though it were about to drown his body and leave him gasping for breath.
Since the sound was still continuing, it meant Wizet had not come to replenish the food. He was entering the laboratory.
Although this happened every few days, and although Wizet had not used Legilimency on him again since extracting his wonderful memories...
He did not dare be certain whether Wizet was only temporarily refraining from using Legilimency, or whether his arrogance meant he would never use it again.
Fenrir Greyback naturally hoped it was the latter. Otherwise, with