"I am sure most of them were a stretch from the truth." Albus laughed and shook his head. "The long white beard I have spent years growing but the attitude was something I was born with."
"It could be unstable magic. Unlike any magic I have seen. I did like my beard, but the old bones I could live without. I have a lifetime of memories now, I can understand why I wanted a pencieve." Albus looked at the young man, "Do you have any questions? I am sure this is a lot to take in. Also there are unsavory characters and I would warn you with caution when talking with them. I can't stop you from doing what you want to do."