"It doesn't need to be that complicated." Dumbledore shook his head. "If you really intend to leave, Wizet can send you out. It should feel much the same as when you came in."
Hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Xenophilius said, "It sounds... why does this Limbo feel more like Wizet's territory?"
He scratched his head. "Wizet, you wouldn't happen to... be the real master of this place, would you?"
At Xenophilius's words, Aberforth Dumbledore nodded in agreement. In truth, that was what he had been thinking as well.
He had even wanted to ask, "Whose territory is this Limbo, exactly?"
"Of course not!" Wizet shook his head, then added, "At least... not the current me."
"Just relax!" Aberforth Dumbledore grinned and gave Wizet's shoulder a hearty pat.
"Wizet, I think if you just work 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 pressed his lips together. Faced with Aberforth Dumbledore's half-joking words, he strangely felt that perhaps... Wizet really could accomplish something like that.
After all, he seemed to have witnessed quite a few similar things already.
To Aberforth Dumbledore, it might have been half-joking encouragement, but given how serious Wizet was... he might genuinely take it as a goal to achieve.
The crucial point was that Wizet really might be able to accomplish something that seemed impossible.
Reports from The Quibbler about "werewolf wizards" flashed through Xenophilius's mind.
Those "werewolf wizards" who had once been regarded as monsters could now live normal lives and had even found fairly good jobs. All of it was thanks to Wizet.
Wizet had already conquered Lycanthropy, an illness considered incurable by the wizarding world.
So making Limbo his own territory seemed... not quite so far-fetched