He needed all the Deathly Hallows.
Dumbledore gazed at Amosta, his eyelids twitching slightly.
That phrasing was very interesting.
Throughout history, countless wizards had sought to obtain the three Deathly Hallows, including his younger self and Gellert.
Those who desired the Hallows were driven by ambition, captivated by the immense power of the Deathly Hallows.
They merely wanted to possess the Hallows, but Amosta was different. He said that he needed them.
Dumbledore immediately realized that some secret lay hidden behind that unusual phrasing.
"Oh, don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore—"
Amosta caught the hesitation that flashed through Dumbledore's eyes and smiled.
"I have no intention of taking it from you according to the Elder Wand's peculiar inheritance rules. It's just that, perhaps one day, I may need to borrow it from you. But I will return it—"
Dumbledore smiled and gave the Elder Wand in his hand a little wave.
"Of course, Amosta. In fact, I have seriously considered who this wand should belong to after my death."
Amosta raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested.
"And what was your answer, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"Oh, it's hard to say—"
Dumbledore continued smiling as he walked toward the Gaunt Shack, toward the spot where he and Amosta had just been drinking.
"But you are indeed among those I have considered, Amosta. Everything that has happened to you proves that you desire power, yet you would not abuse it. Or rather, your mind is capable of controlling your power. The Elder Wand would not lead you out of control—"
The two sat down once more on either side of the wooden table, gazing at the silent old shack.
"So I'm merely a candidate?"
"Oh, Harry would be a good choice too—"
Dumbledore said.
"You have taught him that seeking a measure of power is nothing shameful,