Dumbledore's body gave a violent shudder, and the expression on his face became impossibly complex—grief, relief... even a deeply buried longing, countless emotions woven together.
"If this can be done, if..." He took a deep breath, struggling to steady his emotions and calm himself down.
"Vizet, about this..." His tone grew much gentler. "Let's talk about it later! First, let's determine exactly how much we can do!"
"So far, the only thing I can be certain of is that the Misty Illusory Realm presents familiar people and familiar scenes."
"In truth, I've also wanted to explore farther, but because of that pulling force, I can't go any deeper... I can only wander around the edge of this area."
"Wander around the edge?" Vizet's gaze sharpened. "Headmaster Dumbledore, in other words, this place is more like a region without boundaries than a clearly defined road?"
"Yes," Dumbledore said with certainty. "That has puzzled me as well. I have reason to suspect... that some extremely powerful Confundus Charm exists here."
"But you understand very well too..." A touch of helplessness seeped into his tone. "If this is within The Master's sphere of influence, it will be very difficult for me to break this Confundus Charm."
Vizet understood what Dumbledore meant. Something similar had already happened once during the Paris Region Incident.
According to the people around him at the time, The Master had made the moon "open its eye." Everyone except him seemed to have been fixed in place by the "gaze" of that "eye," while he had only felt as though someone was watching him.
That was also the reason for Dumbledore's helplessness now. After all, even when he had gone through the Paris Region Incident, he had likewise been unable to escape the control of The Master's "gaze."
"Headmaster Dumbledore,