Weirdo Wendelin's Memory
Immersing myself in the Pensieve, that familiar feeling of weightlessness washes over me.
Wizet traveled through the silvery matter, falling downwards, until she officially entered the memories.
"Wow! This feels amazing!" the Weasley twins exclaimed in unison.
Fred raised his eyebrows and grinned, saying, "Remember this feeling! Don't you think it's a bit like a dream?"
George was also beaming. "That's right! That's right! I've got an idea! A magical gadget that allows me to daydream, what's the potential?"
The two high-fived each other. "Of course it's a good opportunity! It's perfect for slacking off in class!"
They were trapped in a memory, and despite their chaotic antics, it did not affect the protagonist of that memory.
The protagonist of this memory is a witch, who is in a wooden house.
She sat on a wooden chair, holding a magic wand, and used magic to mold the clay into the shape of a teacup.
Wizet could see that the witch's magical techniques were quite interesting, somewhere between Transfiguration and spells, showing that she was quite skilled in magic.
After determining the shape, the witch picked up a carving knife and carefully inscribed the words, filled the words with a certain powder, held her wand against the powder and chanted. "Damage your teeth and offend your mouth!"
Under the influence of magic, the powder condenses into a single mass, which is then covered with a layer of clay to conceal the inscribed text. The mixture is then fired with flames to complete the creation of the earthenware teacup.
Not only did Wizet observe very carefully, but the Weasley twins also became serious, abandoning their usual playful banter and displaying focused concentration.
The witch stood up, changed the style of her robe into a plain long dress, and tied on an apron with ruffles. Her pointed hat also became a plain headscarf.
Judging from the witch's attire and the surrounding furniture and decorations, this memory likely dates back to some period in the Middle Ages.
After making all the preparations, the witch left the cabin and walked along the cobblestone path toward the village square.
Surrounding the square were circles of villagers, craning their necks to look at the center of the square, where a makeshift execution platform stood.
A thick wooden stake stood in the center of the execution platform, with a thin, unconscious girl tied to it, and firewood piled up around it.
The three exchanged glances and quickly realized what had happened. "This must be the execution site of Witch Hunt."
Fred pondered, "That magic teacup? What is she planning to do with it?"
"And they've even changed their clothes..." George suggested, "Could they be planning to sabotage the execution?"
The drag queen moved swiftly, replacing a servant with a magical teacup and pouring a cup of herbal tea before serving it to the judge on the platform.
The judge, his expression agitated, gesticulated wildly as he read aloud the frail girl's charges, such as using Dark Magic to curse the village, plunging it into drought and causing the mysterious deaths of livestock.
The villagers who were watching also became angry after being incited. They dug up mud and stones from the ground and threw them at the thin girl on the execution platform.
Some villagers showed a hint of reluctance and wanted to say a few words of persuasion, but they were drowned out by angry shouts and driven out of the square by other villagers.
The drag queen followed the executioner, who was carrying a torch, onto the execution platform.
She smiled as she handed the judge herbal tea. To the judge's horrified gaze, sharp teeth sprouted from the rim of the teacup and bit the judge's nose, refusing to let go.
The scene immediately descended into chaos, with many militiamen gathering together and binding the witch to the execution platform.
With a large chunk of his nose bitten off and his face covered in blood, the judge ordered the executioner to immediately carry out the burning at the stake.
The flames instantly ignited the firewood, engulfing the drag queen and the frail girl.
The roars around them continued, and the crackling of the firewood burning grew increasingly agitated, but there was no sound of the flames burning skin and causing painful screams.
Wizet Weasley twins walked through the flames and saw the drag queen protecting the frail girl inside; neither of them was burned by the flames.
The drag queen even looked on with enjoyment, saying, "Ah... this tingling, numbing pleasure is simply irresistible!"
The thin girl looked timidly at the dressed-up witch, "Sister... are you really a witch?"
The disguised witch patted the thin girl's head. "Yes! Do you want to leave with your sister?"
The thin girl stared blankly at the flames, as if trying to see whose face it was through the flames.
However, the flames obscured her vision, burning away the confusion in her eyes. "Maybe they'll be better off without me?"
"Then take that as your agreement!" The drag queen closed her eyes, seemingly wanting to feel the tingling sensation of the flames again.
With a "snap," the surrounding scenery changed, from a village square to the shore of a lake, with a majestic castle in the distance—the very Hogwarts that Wizet and his friends knew.
Watching the drag queen and the skinny girl enter the castle, Wizet and the others also left the Pensieve.
Fred rubbed his eyes, a wide grin spreading across his face. "The process of making the Nose-Biting Teacup'! It's practically a trade secret!"
"Yes, Wizet!" George nodded repeatedly. "How did you find such a wonderful place? Not only does it have the Pensieve, but it also holds such precious memories!"
Wizet waved her hand, her tone somewhat helpless, "I'm not really sure either, they seem to be quite fond of these... riddles?"
Compared to the Weasley twins' interest in the magic teacup, Wizet was more interested in the history of the "Witch Hunt."
After all, this was part of the A History of Magic he was currently studying, and if he wasn't mistaken, this memory should come from the Weirdo Wendelin.
According to the description in "A History of Magic", the Weirdo Wendelin thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being burned.
She carried out similar actions at least forty-seven times, disguising herself in various forms and costumes, and enjoying the burning at the stake by Muggle.
Further conclusions can be drawn from her memories: she not only enjoys the burning of flames, but also saves innocent people with magical talents, bringing them back to Hogwarts and training them to become wizards.
Thinking about this, Wizet couldn't help but wonder—how did Serena acquire this memory?
The Weirdo Wendelin is a medieval witch from at least five hundred years ago, and she doesn't belong to the same era as Serena. How did she extract her memories?
With these questions in mind, he left a message directly in Serena's notebook, writing down all his questions.
Serena's answer was quick and consistent with her usual personality.
The notebook contained only one sentence: It's not time yet!
Fred suddenly put his arm around Wizet's shoulder. "Wizet, are you interested in making magical items?"
George put his arm around Wizet's other shoulder. "With such a secret, we can strike while the iron is hot and make Nose-Biting Teacup!"
Wizet nodded. "Of course!"
Fred smiled with satisfaction. "Well done! Looks like your position might not be enough... you need a promotion!"
George agreed, saying, "We can move towards becoming partners!"