Once again, events proved that plans could never keep up with changes. Even though Brian had prepared an reinforced Memory Jar three times the size of the standard model, he still found himself scrambling when Harry placed his hand on the Pensieve.
"Professor Brian, the Pensieve looks like it's going to explode!" Hermione said anxiously from behind Harry. "It keeps shaking!"
Ron watched Harry as he reassured Hermione. "Shh-don't worry, Hermione. That must mean Harry's pulled off something huge.
"Wow, if they're counting by quantity, who knows how much candy Harry's going to get for this-"
"Perhaps twenty boxes, or even thirty." Brian gave the students a reassuring look and continued working.
The moment Harry had involuntarily broken into a happy smile, Brian had noticed the magic array he had set up beforehand begin to shake violently. It looked ready to explode, its incessant buzzing almost a complaint to its irresponsible owner: "Hey, mate, you're only paying me twenty Sickles an hour, and now you want me to do a job worth two hundred Galleons an hour?"
That might have been something of an exaggeration, but setting up a magic array on a Pensieve was no simple matter. Having spent three nights completing it, Brian could hardly let it explode. He was still counting on it to work for him until the Christmas holidays.
He hurriedly switched the magic array's power supply from the magical power crystal to himself, while also dividing his attention to join five triple-capacity Memory Jars together.
Only when the fifteenfold-capacity Memory Jar was more than half full did the raging torrent flowing from Harry's palm gradually diminish, returning to a gentle trickle.
This meant that Harry's recollection had shifted-from the memory that had concealed an astonishing amount of love to another memory containing an ordinary