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"We've already got Jacques Wamu-Tombo's daily routine down. At present, he lived alone in Kilembe, and his movements were very regular. During the day, he stayed at home making little things like voodoo dolls to sell. Unlike most local wizards, he owned a Wizarding Television, but out of personal habit, he still chose to go to the local bar at dusk, drink a glass of Amarula—an elephant liquor that was actually more popular with local women—and then, after watching the news program relayed by our Harris television relay station, he went home right on time," Doctor said. Then she called to the left behind her, "Victor, extract your memory."

Victor nodded, took a Pensieve out of the tent, then pointed his wand at his temple and drew out strands of silvery memory, casting them into the Pensieve. Penelope lazily got up and used magic to clean the volcanic mud off her face, then leaned closer to the Pensieve with Wolf Mom. The layout of Jacques Wamu-Tombo's home unfolded before them one detail at a time along with Victor's infiltration at the time. After the Attribute Potion had taken full effect, his skills had improved even further; he had not triggered a single one of the magic traps set by this locally famous wizard.

On an unusually large framed certificate in the room, they saw Jacques Wamu-Tombo's full name.

Penelope complained in an extremely impatient tone, "What kind of damned names are these? Weird and hard to remember, and way too long."

"Jacques Wamu-Tombo's true full name has forty-three names. That's the custom among Africans. They believe a name should reflect the experiences of one's life," Wolf Mom explained in a somewhat hoarse voice. "For instance, this word in his name means 'sweats a lot.' It's very likely because he was