Hermione flashed a villainous smile.
"Move aside, move aside. You're being too gentle." She stepped forward and drew her wand. "You've got the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse, but you're asking questions instead? How are you supposed to become a grandmaster... a master Auror?"
Both of them jumped at that and hurried forward to stop her.
"Absolutely not!"
Thena said sternly, "Every country's Ministry of Magic explicitly states that anyone who uses the Unforgivable Curses on another person will be sent straight to Azkaban! Hermione, you absolutely cannot do this!"
She genuinely worried that the little witch would get carried away, start with the Cruciatus Curse, follow up with the Imperius Curse, and finish with Avada Kedavra to silence the witness.
Hermione was speechless.
I already stormed the Magic Congress to rescue someone from execution. If I were going to Azkaban, I'd have gone ages ago. Why wait until now?
But seeing how nervous they looked, as though terrified she might head down a path of no return, Hermione swallowed her words.
Forget it. Better not shatter these two honest souls' worldviews.
"But..." Hermione blinked. "The Ministry of Magic does ban the Unforgivable Curses, but it doesn't ban physical interrogation, does it?"
Newt and Thena exchanged a look, both utterly baffled.
Physical interrogation?
What kind of magic was that?
Before they could ask, Hermione raised a hand and summoned Kama's wand from the floor. Transfiguration followed her will, twisting and stretching the wand into a pitch-black whip in an instant.
"Today, I'll show you a time-honored tradition from the Muggle world."
"The Great Memory Restoration Technique!"
Hermione gripped the long whip and gave it a hard flick.
Crack!
An explosive snap rang through the air.
Everyone's heart lurched.
Without another word, Hermione swung her arm and unleashed a flurry