The moment Dumbledore saw the Horcrux ring, his attention shifted completely, settling on that black gemstone.
Within that black gemstone was a symbol that had haunted his dreams: " ⃒⃘⃤:".
The instant he saw that symbol, his reason receded like the tide, swiftly replaced by a burning desire that filled him completely.
He had cast the spell almost on instinct. His thoughts had long since drifted far away, as though he were caught in a dream.
The dream was far too complicated—home, his sister, a great golden bird, a barn, Hogwarts... countless fragments flashed past within it.
Only when that burning desire was shattered did he finally come to his senses and regain the ability to think, allowing him to find the chance to speak the black gemstone's true name.
"The Resurrection Stone?" Wizet nodded slightly. "It was mentioned in The Tales of Beedle the Bard."
Dumbledore raised his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through Voldemort Manor and look into the distant past. "The Tale of the Three Brothers!"
There was a trace of nostalgia in his voice, which then lowered. "Actually... I liked that story very much when I was young."
Hearing Dumbledore say that, Wizet recalled what he had heard about the Hog's Head Inn, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.
Dumbledore noticed Wizet's smile and sighed again, though his tone was no longer as heavy as before. "I suppose Aberforth must have told you a great many things while you were at the Hog's Head Inn."
"Yes!" Wizet nodded. "He said he liked the story Grumble the Grubby Goat, but you were better at pleasing adults, so he often never got to hear that story."
"I imagine he said it something like this..." Dumbledore cleared his throat and deliberately roughened his voice. "He shamelessly