Aberforth Dumbledore curled his lip and finally muttered irritably, "Then you ought to think carefully about why something like this happened!"
Dumbledore shook his head lightly, as if he did not care about Aberforth Dumbledore's words at all.
The greatest change, perhaps, was only that the smile on his face deepened a little more.
Compared with the subtle, even already rather harmonious atmosphere between the Dumbledore brothers, Xenophilius Lovegood was unusually quiet at this moment.
Right now, his attention was not on the Dumbledore brothers' conversation at all. His gaze seemed like iron filings drawn by a magnet, fixed dead on the three items on the desk.
"This..." Xenophilius opened his mouth, and the sound that came out carried a trace of dryness and hoarseness.
He took two steps forward uncontrollably, his eyes wide and round. His earlier curiosity had vanished, leaving only incomparable focus, and a fanaticism hidden beneath that focus.
"This is..." He slowly reached out a trembling hand, as if wanting to touch one of the objects, yet froze in midair.
"Vizet!" He suddenly turned to Vizet, his bloodshot eyes filled with unease.
"They're the 'Deathly Hallows,' aren't they! The Resurrection Stone! The Elder Wand! The Invisibility Cloak! They're the 'Deathly Hallows'! Aren't they!"
As if to confirm something, his voice abruptly rose several notches, his gaze shifting back and forth between Vizet and Dumbledore.
"I understand! I understand! You... you've already gathered all the 'Deathly Hallows' and become the 'Master of Death'! Haven't you!"
Looking at Xenophilius's fanatical, even somewhat crazed appearance, Aberforth Dumbledore pursed his lips, seeming to want to say something.
But then he thought of what Luna had gone through, instantly understood why Xenophilius was acting this way, and instead sighed rather helplessly.
Dumbledore spoke at the right moment. "Xenophilius, please calm down."