Dumbledore moved a finger slightly as he watched rings of ripples spread across the tea in his cup, his brows drawing together. "The appearance of this phenomenon made me realize something..."
"'Death is but another great adventure' was not actually my original saying, but a conclusion I drew from books I had read before."
"I believe that conclusion should not be a lie. It ought to be the normal state of the world... Or rather, it must have been the norm for a very long time, or it would never have been recorded."
"Yet the appearance of my father, mother, and Ariana, along with their strange behavior—first being controlled by 'My Lord,' then regaining their senses..."
His brow furrowed even more deeply. "It indicates that 'My Lord' truly possesses the ability to intercept souls, and perhaps even control them."
"If we analyze the saying 'Death is but another great adventure' alongside the strange behavior of souls, and combine it with the principle of 'similarity' in Sympathetic Magic..."
"Then we arrive at an explanation: 'My Lord' used some magical talent he possesses to interfere with the concept of 'death.'"
"Since the Elder Wand came from 'My Lord,' then 'My Lord' himself is naturally the embodiment of the concept of 'death'... He wished to interfere through his own magical talent—or rather, magical nature..."
"Then there can only be one possibility..." His tone grew grave. "The Limbo we saw is merely an 'anteroom' polluted and occupied by 'My Lord.'"
"By occupying this 'anteroom,' 'My Lord' captures the souls that arrive in Limbo and makes them part of his collection, like a hunter collecting specimens."
"'My Lord's' core purpose in doing this should still be the same... To prevent new 'sparks' from growing into 'flames,' cutting off at the source the possibility of 'ashes'