"It doesn't have to be that troublesome," Dumbledore said, shaking his head. "If you're truly planning to leave, Vizet can send you out. It will feel more or less the same as when you came in."
Hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Xenophilius said, "That sounds... Why do I feel like this 'Misty Illusory Realm' is more like Vizet's territory?"
He scratched his head. "Vizet, don't tell me... you're actually the real master of this place?"
Hearing Xenophilius say that, Aberforth Dumbledore nodded in agreement. In truth, he had been thinking the same thing.
He even wanted to ask the same question: "Whose turf is this 'Misty Illusory Realm,' anyway?"
"Of course not!" Vizet shook his head, then added, "At least... not the current me."
"Just relax!" Aberforth Dumbledore grinned and gave Vizet a heavy pat on the shoulder.
"Vizet, I feel like as long as you work just a little harder, you'll definitely be able to turn this place into your territory! But don't work too hard... You still need to balance work and rest!"
Xenophilius pursed his lips. Faced with Aberforth Dumbledore's half-joking words, he actually had a feeling: perhaps... Vizet really could pull off something like that?
After all, he seemed to have experienced similar things quite a few times already.
To Aberforth Dumbledore, this might have been a half-joking word of encouragement, but given Vizet's earnestness... perhaps he really would take such a thing as a goal to achieve.
The key point was that this seemingly impossible matter was something Vizet genuinely might be able to accomplish.
In Xenophilius's mind flashed many recent reports in The Quibbler about "Werewolf Wizards."
Those "Werewolf Wizards," once regarded as monsters, could now live normal lives and had even found rather decent jobs. All of that was thanks to Vizet.
Even the "Lycanthropy