A permanent Invisibility Cloak, one that would never wear out...
To anyone else, it might have sounded like a pipe dream, or a fantasy born of reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard too many times.
But Dumbledore did not see it that way.
As Headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest Wizard of the century, the master of Magic who had defeated Grindelwald, and a man at the pinnacle of the Wizarding World, Dumbledore knew something of the legendary Deathly Hallows.
In fact, he was one of the people who knew them best.
The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, the Invisibility Cloak. Legend said that whoever possessed all three could become master of the Grim Reaper.
Grindelwald had once been determined to collect the Deathly Hallows and use their power to reshape the Wizarding World.
Besides... the Elder Wand was in Dumbledore's hands, while the legendary Invisibility Cloak was in Harry's.
What was Tom trying to do?
Dumbledore had his suspicions...
Could Tom be after the Deathly Hallows too?
"Alastor, I need you to help me with something. Would you?" Dumbledore's expression shifted several times as he spoke to Moody.
Moody looked impatient. "Albus, where do you need me to go? What do you need me to do? Just give the word. If I so much as blink, my name isn't Moody!"
Dumbledore smiled. "That's wonderful."
With that, he took a small bottle of potion from his desk and began pulling out his own hair.
The moment Moody saw Dumbledore pulling out his hair, his face froze. "Albus, you're not asking me to sit in your office for you, are you?"
He remembered some of the things Dumbledore had told him during the summer holiday.
"Of course." Dumbledore dropped one of his hairs into the bottle. "Alastor, you promised me. Don't