Allen raised his eyes to Dumbledore. Neither of them looked away. Allen's fingers tapped lightly a few times on the armrest of his chair, just as disappointment crept over Dumbledore's face after he realized his suspicions had been confirmed.
"Albus, let me show you something." Allen smiled at Dumbledore and reached into his pouch. "It wasn't easy to make, not when it took a thousand years to complete. It's a very important treasure of mine and Rowena's."
At Allen's intimate way of referring to Ravenclaw, Dumbledore did not move so much as a hair of his beard, except for a slight narrowing of his eyes. The shadow of that hooked-nosed profile fell quietly across the floor as he calmly watched Allen's movements.
Allen's pale, slender hand opened in front of Dumbledore, and an irregularly shaped blood-red stone appeared in his palm—just like that, Allen openly displayed the Sorcerer's Stone before Dumbledore.
"In my original understanding, the Sorcerer's Stone was not such a wonderful thing... Allen, you must know it does little good for people, and in what form that extended life appears..." Dumbledore's calm composure broke, though he did not immediately erupt. He only looked even more puzzled. "In my original understanding, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure... But Lady Ravenclaw told us then that she was fighting the Grim Reaper... So you made the Sorcerer's Stone because?"
"I think we're being frank enough now, so I don't need to avoid suspicion by using the Pensieve, which isn't easy to fake but would get both our heads wet, do I? Let's keep it simple. I'll show you what the great adventure you imagine is really like..." Allen half asked, and when Dumbledore did not object, he waved his hand and summoned the skull Water Pipe