The moment Dumbledore saw the Horcrux Ring, his attention shifted, falling entirely on that black gemstone.
Inside that black gemstone was a pattern that haunted his dreams: "???:".
The instant he saw that pattern, reason receded as swiftly as the tide, and a blazing desire filled him completely in its place.
He had almost been casting spells by instinct, his thoughts already drifting far away, as though he had had a dream.
The scenes in the dream were too complex: home, his sister, a great golden bird, a barn, Hogwarts... countless fragments flashed through that dream.
Only when that blazing desire was broken apart did he finally come back to himself, regaining the ability to think, giving him at last the chance to say the black gemstone's true name.
"The Resurrection Stone?" Vizet nodded slightly. "It was mentioned in The Tales of Beedle the Bard."
Dumbledore lifted his head, his gaze seeming able to pierce through "Voldemort Manor" and look up into the distant past. "The Tale of the Three Brothers, ah!"
There was a trace of reminiscence in his voice, and his tone sank with it. "Actually... I liked that story very much when I was a child."
Hearing Dumbledore say that, Vizet thought of the matter of the Hog's Head, and the corners of his mouth could not help curving up.
Dumbledore noticed Vizet's smile and sighed again, his tone no longer as heavy as before. "I imagine Aberforth must have told you quite a lot while you were at the Hog's Head."
"Yes!" Vizet nodded. "He said he liked the story The Goat of Clamb very much, but you were better at pleasing adults, so he often couldn't hear that story."
"I imagine his tone was like this..." Dumbledore coughed lightly, deliberately roughening his voice as he