Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little Hufflepuff have?

I didn't... You've got it wrong... Mr. Worley lamented in his heart.

After all that brainwashing, not only had he failed, he had dragged himself into it too!

P.S. I had never missed my keyboard as much as I did right now...

Cassandra! You've Got the Wrong Script!

"Hurry up!"

"Stop rushing me, I'm working on it..."

"Are you stalling for time so you can tamper with it?!"

"No... How would I even have that kind of ability? You're rushing me so much..."

With a miserable expression, Mr. Worley used his wand to draw wisps of white mist from his own head.

At this point, aside from letting his wife look through his memories...

There was no other way to prove his innocence...

And on top of that, to guard against him altering his own memories...

Mrs. Worley was staring at him with her big emerald-green eyes.

And urging him on nonstop...

Only after Mr. Worley put the last wisp of white mist into a glass bottle...

Did he hand the bottle to his wife, utterly dispirited.

This emergency extraction of memories had almost pushed his mind to collapse.

Mrs. Worley looked at the bottle in her hand.

She threatened, "You'd better not be lying to me!"

"How could I? Darling... Do you already not trust me? I trust you so much..."

"Cut it out! You gave yourself away!"

Mrs. Worley turned to look at Cassandra, who was still a little dazed.

"Sweetheart, take me home for a moment. I need to use the Pensieve at home to look at the memories inside this."

"Oh..." Cassandra raised the hand wearing the Sling Ring.

She drew a circle in the air.

"Riiip!"

A Dimensional Door appeared in the campsite.

On the other side of the door was a bedroom.

Mrs. Worley