The students glanced at one another, their eyes gleaming with complicated emotions.
Vizet's explanation had been simple and clear, giving them the illusion that as long as they found the so-called "Severed Breach," they too could accomplish something similar.
Whenever Vizet explained Magic Principles, he seemed to give them the same sort of feeling.
That feeling had almost made them forget that the calm and unhurried Vizet before them was standing in front of The Master, who had nearly destroyed everything.
Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald exchanged a glance, then actually shook their heads in tacit understanding, faint bitter smiles appearing on their lips.
Vizet made it sound easy, and of course they understood what he meant. Yet precisely because they understood, they knew even more clearly how much precise judgment and profound magical mastery lay behind such a seemingly simple principle.
They could not help but marvel. Without their noticing, Vizet had already grown to such a degree.
"You are very special." The flames in The Master's Eye Sockets gathered into clusters, as though he were taking a deep look at Vizet. "Even in my era, your abilities would have been among the best."
"You are willing to reveal the principle now because... you think every danger has passed, and victory is already in your grasp. Is that why you can be so relaxed and casual?"
Vizet shook his head. "I merely wanted to tell you the principle. Nothing more."
The Master seemed to realize something. "Oh? Do you expect me to feel regret after hearing this?"
"I can tell that you would rather believe it was a stroke of luck, wouldn't you?" Vizet raised an eyebrow. "In fact... I merely chose the most suitable method at the time."
"How interesting." The fire in The Master's Eye Sockets flickered twice.