Memory

Nancy had been a little timid at first, but now, hearing Allen's tone and thinking of what he had said earlier, she mustered her courage and said, "Honored sir, I've seen the You-Know-Who you were talking about. I'm willing to contribute my memories and tell you everything I saw and heard."

Hearing from their words that they intended to deal with the master of all those demons, Nancy felt that simply begging them to save Patricia would be useless. They did not care about the lives of Muggles or Lockhart; they cared more about You-Know-Who. She sensed this was an opportunity. If You-Know-Who was defeated, Patricia and the others would naturally be saved as well. Although the young man before her looked as if he might not even be of age yet, at this moment she could only treat Allen as her last lifeline.

The middle-aged male Auror at the side hurriedly poured another cup of tea and handed it to Allen with a ingratiating smile.

Allen took the teacup and smiled at the middle-aged Auror in thanks, then, as the other man looked rather flattered, turned to Nancy again. "Madam, it would be excellent if you're willing to cooperate, but please catch your breath first and calm yourself. It will help you sort out your thoughts and make it easier for us to begin the rescue. I happen to have a few pieces of cake here. Have something to fill your stomach first."

It had been all right while she had not thought of food, but after Allen handed over the cakes he had bought, she mumbled her thanks unclearly and began swallowing them down. After being transported to Scotland, Nancy had made her own way to London. Afraid of being taken for an illegal immigrant, she had not