Wizet said no more and reached his finger toward the entrance passage of the miniature laboratory.
Under Remus Lupin's watchful gaze, his figure rapidly shrank until it vanished completely into the passage.
The laboratory was too quiet—so quiet that Fenrir Greyback could hear nothing but himself: his ragged breathing, his heartbeat, and the chattering of his teeth.
His bloodshot eyes remained wide, fixed unblinkingly on the empty laboratory door.
Perhaps because he was straining too hard, his eyeballs seemed almost ready to burst from their sockets.
Even now, he could not determine whether everything that had just happened was a hallucination after a full meal or something that had truly occurred.
His breathing grew harsher, his gaze darting about as though he were desperately trying to think, trying to convince himself, trying to clutch at his final lifeline.
"It can't be real! I've seen giants!" Fenrir Greyback roared at the air. "Giants are no more than twenty-five feet tall! Everything just now was an illusion!"
"Damn bastard!" he snarled through clenched teeth. As if venting his frustration, he tore into the remaining chunks of flesh and organs again. "You put potions in there! So what? I won't let you get your way!"
"Even if you put potions in them! Even if you wanted to make me paranoid, I won't do as you wish!" His voice warped around a mouthful of food. "I'll eat every last bit!"
He forced himself to swallow the remaining flesh and organs. Food that had once tasted sweet was now as difficult to swallow as wax.
Not only that, but every time he chewed, Wizet's face flashed before his eyes.
"It absolutely can't be real! That face alone was twenty-five feet wide! How could his face be bigger than a giant's? Impossible! It must be