That "pulling force" was far stronger than Xenophilius Lovegood and Aberforth Dumbledore had expected.
Before either of them could react, the world spun around them, and they arrived somewhere they had never seen before.
A faint grayish-white mist filled the place, with the outlines of various buildings barely visible within it.
Before they could take a closer look, Dumbledore appeared beside them as well.
Aberforth Dumbledore looked around and asked urgently, "Why are you the only one here? Where's Wizet?"
Xenophilius reacted similarly, anxiously scanning the surroundings. "Where's Wizet? Nothing happened to him, did it?"
Hearing the worry in their questions, Dumbledore smiled and waved a hand. "Don't worry. He should be here soon."
Xenophilius's concern only made Aberforth Dumbledore more agitated. "Albus, this situation is rather unusual, isn't it?"
"Even if Wizet is that... what did you call him? The one in control? Last time, it was just the two of you. This time, there are four of us—twice as many. Could something go wrong?"
"I don't think it'll be a problem." Dumbledore shook his head lightly. "Even if something does go wrong, it would probably be us, never him."
To help Xenophilius and Aberforth Dumbledore understand, he added, "Try imagining it like this..."
"Our journey to Limbo is like jumping straight off a cliff without any safety measures. It's an extremely dangerous thing to do."
"And Wizet is like a climber who has made every preparation and intends to conquer that cliff calmly."
"Or, to put it more bluntly, we are the ones jumping off the cliff, while he himself is a cliff of roughly the same height."
"That is the reality of it. We need to rely on him to travel safely to and from Limbo. Does that ease your worries?"
"What's wrong?" Wizet asked as his