The students exchanged glances, their eyes filled with complicated emotions.
Wizet's explanation had been simple and clear, giving them the illusion that as long as they found the so-called "severed break," they could accomplish something similar themselves.
Whenever Wizet explained magical principles, he seemed to give them that same feeling.
That feeling had made them almost forget that the composed and unhurried Wizet before them was standing in front of the "My Lord" who had nearly destroyed everything.
Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald exchanged a glance, then unexpectedly shook their heads in unison, bitter smiles appearing on their faces.
Wizet had made it sound easy, and they naturally understood what he meant. Yet because they understood, they knew even more clearly how much precise judgment and profound magical attainment lay behind that seemingly simple principle.
They could not help but sigh. Without their realizing it, Wizet had already grown to such a level.
"You are very special." "My Lord" understood this as well. The flames in his eye sockets condensed into clusters as though he were staring deeply at Wizet. "Even in my era, your abilities would have been among the best."
"You are willing to explain the principle now because... you believe every crisis has passed, and that victory is already in your grasp, so you can be this relaxed and casual?"
Wizet shook his head. "I merely wanted to tell you the principle. Nothing more."
"My Lord" seemed to realize something. "Oh? Could it be that you expected me to regret it after hearing this?"
"I can tell that you would rather believe it was a stroke of luck, wouldn't you?" Wizet raised an eyebrow. "In fact... I merely chose the most suitable method at the time."
"How interesting." The flames in "My Lord's" eye sockets flickered twice. "I