The Peverell Brothers

"Is it fake?"

Dumbledore glanced sadly at the girl, then remembered how he had just lost his composure and couldn't help sighing.

"Sorry. Seeing someone I knew long ago so suddenly—I couldn't help getting emotional."

With a wry smile, Dumbledore set down the Resurrection Stone. The figure vanished into thin air, and the old man let out a quiet breath of relief.

"Although I don't know how you got this Resurrection Stone, I'm still deeply grateful that you let me see my loved ones up close again."

Dumbledore thanked Anduin, then slid the Resurrection Stone back across to him. He was afraid that if he kept holding it, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from losing himself in it.

"I know how that feels. I was just as astonished the first time I saw the dead. It has an irresistible allure."

Anduin shook his head in self-mockery, then said seriously, "But I didn't bring out the Resurrection Stone today to show you how remarkable it is. I wanted to discuss the mysteries it contains with you."

"Oh? What kind of mysteries?"

Dumbledore had yet to recover from his shock, but he was composed enough not to let it cloud his judgment.

"After examining the Resurrection Stone in depth, I found that it doesn't seem as simple as we assumed. This Deathly Hallow appears to be incomplete," Anduin hinted.

"Incomplete?" Dumbledore mused for a moment, then his eyes suddenly widened. "You mean it's only part of the true Resurrection Stone? Or perhaps... it's part of the Deathly Hallows?"

"Exactly."

Seeing how quickly Dumbledore had caught on, Anduin couldn't help admiring the old man's sharp mind. "Do you remember the legend mentioned in The Tales of Beedle the Bard?"

"It's said that whoever gathers all the Deathly Hallows can become the