Wayne Family in Trouble?

Extracting a specific memory wasn't difficult. All it required was shaping magical power into a container capable of holding it.

Vincent succeeded on his first attempt.

Even flowing Mithril could do it, let alone intangible magical power.

Headmaster Black looked as if he had swallowed a fly.

No matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit that Vincent possessed remarkable magical talent.

"Headmaster Dippet, if Professor Dumbledore returns, please make sure he sees this."

Vincent poured the extracted memory into the Pensieve and placed it on the desk where all the headmasters could see it.

After he left the Headmaster's Office, Headmaster Black immediately went over to look.

The scene showed a filthy, chaotic street.

"Armando, didn't I tell you he was a bad child?!"

Few adult wizards dared venture into Knockturn Alley, yet he had been wandering around there when he was still so tiny.

The slap in the face came quickly, and an even harsher one followed.

"Those wizarding scum!" Headmaster Black cursed, blowing his beard and glaring.

Even though he despised Muggles, he still possessed the most basic moral bottom line.

After watching a game of Gwent, Hermione and Daphne left the common room.

"What do you think lunch will be today?"

"Maybe another one of Dobby's specialty dishes."

Ever since Dobby joined Hogwarts, he had come up with a tableful of delicacies every so often.

There were dishes from every country. Last week had been German food.

Sausage rolls, stew...

The calories had been far too high. They had needed an entire afternoon of exercise after eating it.

"I hope there's something lighter today."

"Me too."

The two young witches passed around a corner when a figure hurried down the stairs in front of them.

"Vincent?" They chased after him in confusion.

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