Fenrir Greyback's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light when he heard this.
It was as though he had seized his last lifeline, and his voice rose sharply. "You mean Dumbledore, don't you?!"
After saying that, his face took on a hint of delight, as if he had finally found an opening through which to expose Wizet's lies.
"You're a student, and he's the headmaster of Hogwarts! There's no way you can summon him here! I know it! Otherwise, why would you be talking to me for so long?"
"If you really could call Dumbledore here, he would have shown up already!" The corners of his mouth pulled back into an exceptionally ugly smile.
Wizet remained calm. "That sounds perfectly logical. I can't seem to find any reason to refute it."
Fenrir Greyback bared his teeth in a bedraggled yet incomparably smug grin. "Didn't expect that, did you? You damned little bastard!"
"You didn't expect me to see through you, did you? I'm not that stupid! You can't fool me! It's all fake!"
For him, Wizet's words alone were enough.
He felt that he had not only exposed Wizet's lie, but also seen through Wizet's facade. That outward calmness was nothing more than bluster after his lie had been uncovered.
Wizet did not keep Fenrir Greyback guessing and said as clearly as possible, "Mr. Greyback, the person I meant was... Voldemort."
"The Dark Lord!" Fenrir Greyback shrieked. There was no pride left in his voice, only pure terror. "Impossible! How could he possibly be with you... Absolutely impossible!"
"Is that so?" Wizet cast the Flight Charm. His body leaned forward slightly, and he rose silently from the ground, appearing in front of Fenrir Greyback in the blink of an eye.
"Mr. Greyback..." Hovering in midair, he asked softly, "You recognize