Rita's Big Scoop

Pour the memories into the Pensieve, stir them a few times with a wand, then lower your head into it.

It sounded simple enough, but it was genuinely complicated.

The angle and speed of pouring the memories, the direction and force of stirring, the position and sequence of lowering one's head—Hermione had to consider all of it carefully.

George curled his lip dismissively. "Didn't that most unpopular headmaster say to just go by feel?"

Fred wore much the same expression. "Vincent succeeded on his first try. You can't possibly be worse than him."

Her confidence rose a little, but she still wasn't completely sure.

For the twenty-sixth time, Hermione waved her wand through the air in front of her. "This is a Pensieve. What if we can't get back out?"

"Please, continue." Cedric was stuffing things into a suitcase. "We all believe you can do it."

After comforting her a few more times, Rolf joined them in packing.

It wasn't that he couldn't learn it. He simply hadn't wanted to learn at the time.

A precious alchemical item like a Pensieve wasn't something Gold Galleons could buy.

Given his grandfather's relationship with Nicolas Flamel, getting one would not have been difficult, but it was completely useless for researching Fantastic Beasts.

Watching the memories of little cuties and big cuties?

That was nowhere near as good as communicating with them face-to-face!

"Seriously, did you know you wouldn't be able to learn it?"

Rolf's face reddened. "Nonsense! I'm going to be a famous magizoologist in the future. I don't have time to waste on this stuff!"

"Oh~" Fred and George nodded with outrageous exaggeration.

Red-faced, Rolf stopped paying attention to the two of them.

The twins high-fived across the room as if they had won.

When they had packed almost everything, Hermione