Around the time Cypher plunged headfirst into the Pensieve.
On the opposite shore of Hogwarts' Black Lake.
A plump apple, like a ball of flesh, struggled its way onto the bank.
"I'm still alive!"
The wizard looked down in delighted disbelief at his iron-blue hands. They were stiff, but he could indeed bend them as he wished.
Then he seemed to remember something. His expression turned terrified again... uh... and he began running in a panic!
He firmly believed that as long as he reached Hogwarts, he could be saved!
In the silent woods, rustling sounds shattered the stillness.
After passing through a stretch of undergrowth, he spotted several young wizards.
"Help!"
This was Hogwarts. The young wizards had to be students here.
As long as he asked them for help, even if they could do nothing else, they would at least summon a professor!
However...
"Avada Kedavra!"
Green light illuminated the woods. When it faded, the forest fell silent once more...
Separating the foreign memories and sorting out the fragments that truly belonged to herself was not something Aiweng could finish in a short time.
By the time Aiweng had drunk her third bottle of nutrient potion, which was the evening of the following day—
After more than thirty hours, Cypher finally jerked his head out of the Pensieve.
It was finally over. And also...
"Thank you, Helena."
The moment Cypher spoke, Aiweng Grey—Helena Ravenclaw—changed expression before grinning brightly.
"So you figured it out! You're welcome. Here's a nutrient potion."
Cypher took the bottle and drank it without hesitation.
"What do we do next?"
Watching Cypher casually toss the empty bottle onto a pile of clutter nearby,
Helena asked impatiently.
Over the years, she had always been passively patching loopholes. She had never once managed to take the