The workbench was a large table carved from a single piece of exquisite, enchanted wood, its surface covered in all manner of wondrous magical runes and patterns.
It was said that beneath this workbench lay the passage leading to the legendary Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.
The workbench was covered with all kinds of biological specimens: giant centipedes, firebirds, diamond-like dragon crystals, demon feathers, and more.
The bookshelf beside it held potion bottles of various colors, densities, textures, and shapes, along with mushrooms, herbs, seeds, and other such things.
The laboratory was filled with a faint herbal scent and the smell of metal. The lighting was dim, but one could still make out the various animal ornaments hanging on the walls: antlers, dragon skulls, spiderwebs, and other bizarre objects. These were all important tools for researching Dark Magic.
But Tierra did not touch any of them. Instead, he rummaged through a seemingly disorderly pile of things beneath the workbench and pulled out a broad, flat, hollow basin with a metallic sheen. It was filled with a mercury-like liquid. Even as Tierra shook the basin vigorously, the mercury-like substance within remained perfectly still, like the surface of a Mirror.
"Do you know what this is?" Langiersu placed the basin in midair between himself and Blyreem.
"Um... no, I don't know." Blyreem wracked his brains before answering.
He swore he had definitely seen this thing somewhere before, but he simply could not remember it now.
"This is called a Pensieve." Tierra sighed helplessly. "It's one of the key points you have to memorize for your final exams, and if I remember correctly, I just took you through using one at Christmas, didn't I? Honestly, I can practically see your name on the retake list already."
"You should know that if you fail even