““When you say ‘master of Death’--” said Ron. “Master,” said Xenophilius, waving an airy hand. “Conqueror. Vanquisher. Whichever term you prefer.” “But then…do you mean…” said Hermoine slowly, and Harry could tell that she was trying to keep any trace of skepticism out of her voice, “that you believe these objects--these Hallows--actually exist?” Xenophilius raised his eyebrows again. “Well, of course.” “But,” said Hermione, and Harry could hear her restraint starting to crack, “Mr. Lovegood, how can you possibly believe--?” “Luna has told me all about you, young lady,” said Xenophilius. "You are, I gather, not unintelligent, but painfully limited. Narrow. Close-minded.” “Perhaps you ought to try on the hat, Hermione,” said Ron, nodding toward the ludicrous headdress. His voice shook with the strain of not laughing.””