Aberforth Dumbledore pursed his lips and finally muttered irritably, "Then you should think carefully about why something like this happened!"
Dumbledore shook his head lightly, as though he did not care about Aberforth Dumbledore's words at all.
Perhaps the only major change was that the smile on his face deepened slightly.
Compared to the subtly tense yet even somewhat harmonious atmosphere between the Dumbledore brothers, Xenophilius Lovegood was unusually quiet.
At that moment, his attention was completely off the Dumbledore brothers' conversation. Like iron filings drawn to a magnet, his gaze was fixed firmly on the three items atop the desk.
"This..." Xenophilius opened his mouth, his voice dry and hoarse.
He took two involuntary steps forward, his eyes wide. His earlier curiosity had vanished, leaving only utter focus—and a fervor lurking beneath it.
"This..." He slowly extended a trembling hand, seeming to want to touch one of the items, only for it to freeze in midair.
"Wizet!" He suddenly turned toward Wizet, his bloodshot eyes filled with unease.
"They're the 'Deathly Hallows,' aren't they? The Resurrection Stone! The Elder Wand! The Cloak of Invisibility! They're the 'Deathly Hallows,' aren't they!"
As though trying to confirm something, his voice abruptly rose, his gaze shifting between Wizet and Dumbledore.
"I understand! I understand! You... you've gathered the 'Deathly Hallows' and become the 'Master of Death'! Isn't that right?"
Seeing Xenophilius's fervent, almost crazed expression, Aberforth Dumbledore pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something.
But when he thought of Luna's situation, he immediately understood why Xenophilius was acting this way and instead let out a somewhat helpless sigh.
Dumbledore spoke at the right moment. "Xenophilius, please calm down."
Wizet added, "Mr. Lovegood, we have indeed gathered the 'Deathly Hallows.' The reason I invited you here this time is also because of