It was comical that both of their features turned incredulous. Both of them know so much about me, the fact there was something that I couldn’t tell them must have struck a chord. Before either of them could get angry, I added, "I can’t tell you why I react to Deathly Hallows. And before you ask, yes. Harry does know the truth about me." Releasing a shaky breath, I continued, "I know about the Deathly Hallows because they were more than just a myth nine hundred years ago. Many mages spent their lives searching for them. It was not uncommon to find out about some mage dying in the pursuit."