Surely not. There was no reason for it!
I answered whatever he asked.
I didn't look like a second Voldemort hopelessly obsessed with Dark Magic.
Then there was only one possibility...
As Gerald pondered this, Dumbledore opened a cabinet beside him. Inside were numerous test tubes, neatly sorted into categories.
Each test tube bore a label covered in small, tidy handwriting. Some listed dates, others names.
"You must be curious about what these are. They're memories. Some are mine, and some belong to other people."
"What? You can extract memories and preserve them?" Gerald feigned surprise.
Although he often used his divine sense to record and review memories, judging by the original books, extracting memories with a Pensieve to preserve and view them was indeed an extremely advanced form of magic in the Wizarding World.
"Of course. The human brain is a very special thing, complex and mysterious. But through magic, we can not only erase and modify memories, but read them as well. Occasionally, I extract memories I consider important and examine them again in the Pensieve. Looking at the same event from a different angle often brings different insights. It merely requires a few aids."
Dumbledore turned sideways and pointed at the basin on the stone stand.
"That is a Pensieve. Placing someone's memories inside produces some wonderful changes. You can stand within the scene of a memory as an observer and see every detail of what happened. Details you might not have noticed at the time, or might have forgotten afterward, will all appear again in the Pensieve."
As Dumbledore spoke, he had already taken out a test tube, walked over to the Pensieve, and opened the tube's stopper.
As he poured the memory from the test tube into the Pensieve, the silvery-white liquid that had been