"Memories... memories of Fenrir Greyback?" The M.S.C. staff took out the "Emotion Collectors" from their little boxes, repeating Wizet's words with some confusion in their voices.
Wizet nodded, his gaze sweeping over the group as he said with utmost sincerity, "I must apologize to all of you!"
"I know that asking you to recall memories of Fenrir Greyback is an incredibly painful thing..."
"Mr. Lovegood, please don't say that!" an older M.S.C. staff member interrupted.
He gave a short, self-mocking laugh. "Actually... I remember it every day."
"Before I came to M.S.C., I could sleep no more than two hours a day. The moment I closed my eyes, I returned to that night—to the moment Fenrir Greyback pounced on me!"
His voice gradually began to tremble beyond his control, filled with hatred—hatred for Fenrir Greyback.
"Because of that bastard..." he forced the words through gritted teeth, the veins in his neck bulging one after another, "I lost everything!"
The fingers resting on the table suddenly curled into fists, his nails scraping across the dining table with a piercing screech.
"My son... my granddaughter... everything I had!" His eyes were bloodshot, and he nearly roared the final words. "All gone!"
"Andrew!" Seeing the M.S.C. staff member's expression and movements, Remus Lupin hurriedly called out, concern in his voice.
The M.S.C. staff member's body jolted. He had already come back to himself, though his hands still trembled slightly. "I shouldn't be like this... I shouldn't be like this..."
He took a deep breath and turned to Wizet, his tone becoming much gentler. "Mr. Lovegood..."
"For me, remembering Fenrir Greyback is a nightmare I repeat every day, so this really is nothing."
Another M.S.C. staff member said, "Mr. Lovegood, before I joined M.S.C., I also kept remembering the time I encountered Fenrir Greyback..."