Pour memories into the Pensieve, stir it a few times with your wand, and then you can immerse yourself in it.
It is simple in a way, but it is also quite complex.
The angle and speed of the reverse memory, the direction and force of stirring, the position and order of burying the head, etc., are all things Hermione needs to carefully consider.
George curled his lip dismissively. "Didn't that most unpopular principal say he should go by his gut feeling?"
Fred had a similar expression. "Vincent succeeded on his first try. You won't be much worse than him."
My confidence has increased a little, but I'm still not 100% sure.
Hermione stirred the air in front of her with her wand for the twenty-sixth time. "This is the Pensieve. What if we can't get out?"
"Please continue." Cedric was stuffing things into his suitcase. "We all believe you can do it."
After offering her a few words of comfort, Rolf joined them in packing the boxes.
It wasn't that he couldn't learn it, but that he simply didn't want to learn it at the time.
The Pensieve, such a precious alchemical tool, cannot be obtained with Gold Galleons.
Given his grandfather's relationship with Nicolas Flamel, it wouldn't be difficult, but this thing is useless for studying magical creatures.
Watching the memories of the little cuties and the big cuties?
It would be better to talk face-to-face!
"Honestly, do you know you can't learn it?"
Rolf blushed. "Nonsense! I'm a future renowned Magizoologist; I have no time to waste on such things!"
"Oh~" Fred and George both nodded exaggeratedly.
Rolf, his face flushed, ignored them completely.
The twins gave each other a high five from a distance, as if they had won a victory.
When she had almost finished packing, Hermione finally convinced herself.
She didn't do it on purpose; she was just caught in the situation.
Vincent would still bring them even if they weren't allowed to go.
It doesn't matter whether it's earlier or later; the memories in the bottle aren't going to grow legs and run away.
Leaving the Ministry of Magic, you walk through a dilapidated alleyway, and outside lies the bustling streets of central London.
It's mid-November now, Muggle are all wearing warmer clothes.
Rita, who wears only bright-colored wool coats all year round, doesn't look out of place among them.
Vincent, in his thin shirt, seemed somewhat out of place.
Before entering a sparsely populated ice cream shop, he took a small, angular metal piece out of his pocket.
"Miss Skeeter, do you need this?"
Rita shook her head. "Mr. Wayne, all I need right now is a big news story that will set me on the edge."
"You won't be disappointed." Vincent sat down with her in a seat near the window.
Then, under the surprised gaze of the shop assistant, he ordered two extra-large strawberry ice creams.
Young people are so healthy, no wonder they attract the attention of mature older women.
Do you want to know the secret to Tom's immortality?
"I—" Rita's excitement subsided instantly.
A secret is a secret because not many people know it.
If she finds out and writes about it and publishes it...
"Mr. Wayne, I am very sincere."
Vincent tapped the table with his fingertip. "I know who gave Lockhart that notebook, and I also know that you're not qualified to be on Tom's kill list right now."
"Should I feel honored?" Feeling parched, Rita drew her wand and cast a common Confundus Charm on the shop assistant.
Vincent did not condemn her behavior.
Even though the Muggle Protection Act has been implemented, wizards can still cast spells at will.
As long as you're not caught red-handed, any law is just a piece of paper.
Rita hesitated for a moment, then reached out and scooped up a large spoonful and put it in her mouth.
It wasn't chillingly cold, but it definitely calmed my mind a lot.
"Those who escaped trial twelve years ago?"
"The most generous one."
She then scooped up another large spoonful.
Big news, absolutely big news.
If the fact that Malfoy still has ties to Voldemort were revealed, and then handled appropriately...
No, this increase in fame means taking a completely opposing stance to them.
"I've told you what you need." Vincent gently scooped up a small spoonful of ice cream. "If that's still not enough—"
Rita quickly swallowed what was in her mouth. "That's enough, that's really enough."
The secret of Voldemort's immortality is very tempting, but it's big news that requires risking one's life.
She doesn't want to die yet. "Mr. Wayne, let's begin today's interview."
"Please ask your question."
Perhaps it was thanks to the small portion of ice cream, or perhaps it was due to pressure from Vincent, but the entire interview went very smoothly.
There were no pointed questions, no insidious misleading statements.
What do you think the final verdict will be?
"It can only be life imprisonment like Quirinus Quirrell's."
Gilderoy Lockhart, the dream lover of many witches and once as dazzling as a star, ultimately perished.
He appeared at the right time and was perfectly suited to be a scapegoat.
He already had a criminal record, and then this unfortunate thing happened to him.
"One last question—" Rita put down her quill, "This is a private matter, known only to you and me."
Vincent nodded. "Go ahead and ask."
Why would Daphne Greengrass join your club?
It was a wise decision not to publish Lucius and the diary.
The Malfoy are a family with over nine hundred years of history, and no one knows exactly how many cards they have up their sleeve.
"This is a secret between her and me."
Rita closed her notebook with little interest.
Exposing his illegal Animagus identity is the end of him, and so is the retaliation from the Malfoy Family.
She knew, of course, that Vincent was giving her a trump card, preparing in advance to prevent the risk of spending her life in Azkaban, and that one day she would completely side with the enemy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Wayne, who did you learn these things from?"
"My mentor," Vincent glanced out the window, "Was a great wizard."
Nicolas Flamel was indeed great.
Rita squinted at the half-melted ice cream in front of her.
There's big news, but it also seems like there isn't.
She was unwilling, extremely unwilling.
"Perhaps you could try a different approach and deliberately create a connection between Lockhart and Quirrell."
A newly emerging evil force?
"Thank you for your suggestion." Rita certainly knew what the audience liked.
The more outrageous the description and the more mysterious the introduction, the more they like it.
"Mr. Wayne, it seems you had plans with someone else?"
"You guessed right."
Although he was very curious about who had come, Vincent certainly didn't want anyone else to know.
You-Know-Who a rising star in the Wizarding World has arranged a private meeting with...
Transforming into a little beetle to eavesdrop is out of the question; she hasn't forgotten the shadow of last year.