"The rift, the rift, yes, yes, yes, the rift..."
Fumbling around in his bag, the Professor produced a book and flipped through its pages. He recalled a passage concerning portals of a similar nature, and he and his master had dabbled in the forbidden arts in secret—before the Order found out.
As he flipped through the book, sparks flying from his hands covered in excess powder, he glanced up at the portal. For a moment, he was back to when his master was destroyed.
"M-master...?"
Squinting, he swore he saw a figure in that portal. A figure that looked like his master.
((Is the Prof actually seeing his master, or is he just going crazy? YOU MAKE THE CALL))