Dumbledore's body gave a violent shudder, and his expression became incredibly complicated—grief, comfort... even a trace of deeply buried longing, countless emotions intertwining.
"If this can be done, if..." He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself, forcing himself to calm down.
"Wizet, regarding this matter..." His tone softened considerably. "Let's discuss it later! First, we need to determine exactly how much we can accomplish!"
"So far, the only thing I can be certain of is that Limbo presents familiar people and familiar scenes."
"Actually, I wanted to explore farther as well, but that pulling force kept me from going any deeper... I could only linger at the edge of this area."
"Linger at the edge?" Wizet's gaze sharpened. "Headmaster Dumbledore, does that mean this is more like a boundless region rather than a clearly defined path?"
"Yes." Dumbledore confirmed it. "I'm puzzled by this as well. I have reason to suspect... that there is some exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm here."
"But you also understand..." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone. "If this is within My Lord's sphere of influence, it will be difficult for me to break such a Confundus Charm."
Wizet understood what Dumbledore meant. Something similar had already happened during the Paris Region Incident.
According to those around him at the time, My Lord had made the moon "open its eyes." Everyone but him seemed to have been frozen by the "eyes'" "gaze," while he had merely felt as though someone were watching him.
That was also why Dumbledore was so helpless now. After all, even during the Paris Region Incident, he had likewise been unable to break free from the control of My Lord's "gaze."
"Headmaster Dumbledore, let me try first!" With a thought from Wizet, his wand was already in