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Albus Dumbledore (oddmenttweak) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

"Oh? May I ask what kind?" Albus regarded Al with some interest, handing over the ore and instead letting his long body sag sideways, so he was leaning against the nearby wall. The stone was rough and cold through his cotton shirt.

It was always interesting, speaking with people from the future. Regulus had provided him some insight into some things from beyond his timeliness, and he knew the other Albus was from further still. Not to mention, Albus found it hard to resist anything with 'experimental' in the title.

"You're very welcome to have a look at some point," he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was saying the other day how helpful a fresh pair of eyes would be."

The mention of something more 'interesting' than gold prompted a rare, sharp smile from Albus. It was a refreshing viewpoint, one too few people seemed to hold. Even at the alchemial conferences he'd attended, there were plenty of people for whom wealth seemed the end goal. "I don't know about that. Have you ever heard about the role of alchemical healing? I had hoped to renew, rather than transform it."