Unfortunately, he had been too busy to devote much time to it.
He had originally planned to wait until his academic visit to North America ended in August and Isabella had been rescued before setting aside time to develop spells specifically.
Now that he had the "Slytherin package," he could save a great deal of time.
Over the next few hours, Vaughn focused all his energy on those minor spells, gradually mastering them by repeatedly watching Morfin Gaunt's learning process—
There were spells in memory magic that allowed one to directly absorb another person's memories and seize their knowledge, but in reality, few wizards who studied memory magic would do such a thing.
Human memories contained emotions, and emotions held power!
They were both one of the ingredients of spellcasting and a component of consciousness. Absorbing too many other people's emotions was like pulling their consciousness into one's own mind.
In the end, it would only lead to others taking over one's nest and a fractured personality!
Night gradually fell over the North Sea, and oil lamps were lit in the common room. After an unknown amount of time, Vaughn, immersed in observation, heard Dumbledore's breathing suddenly become ragged.
He knew the old man had returned!
When he looked up, Dumbledore happened to open his eyes. A few shadowy traces of black and gray still lingered in those bright blue eyes, and his expression was somewhat dazed, as though he were still lost in Morfin Gaunt's vast sea of memories.
Only after quite a while did he fully regain his senses. He looked at the Pensieve beside Vaughn and smiled knowingly. "Well, my dear, are you satisfied with the magic I gave you? How is the learning going?"
"Not bad."
Vaughn's expression remained indifferent.
But Dumbledore, who knew him well,