Douglas coughed softly, interrupting Dumbledore:
"Professor, I have a Pensieve..."
This time, it was Dumbledore's turn to be a little surprised. Though Pensieves were not unique, they were not something an ordinary wizard could own.
In particular, it was almost impossible for a Muggle-born wizard to possess one, unless it came from the black market or grave robbing...
It had been enchanted to reproduce memories, faithfully recreating any detail stored in the subconscious. Both the owner of the memories and other people could enter those memories and walk around inside them, which was extremely dangerous for most people.
Generally, only powerful wizards chose to use Pensieves, and they kept them as intensely private possessions.
Thus, most Pensieves, like wands, were buried with their owners when they died. Some, however, were passed down through generations of wizards with memories still inside.
Dumbledore's own Pensieve, for instance, was an heirloom passed down to each Hogwarts Headmaster.
Douglas naturally knew the dangers of a Pensieve, so after buying his from the system Shop, he had only extracted a few unimportant memories for experiments, never putting any private memories inside.
After all, a little troublemaker visited his home every day. If he accidentally saw something, wouldn't that be troublesome?
Although Douglas did not want to use the Pensieve to look at his own memories, he could look at other people's.
So he eagerly carried the Pensieve out of a cabinet in the study, placed it before Dumbledore, and asked:
"So, Professor, did you bring Bob Ogden's memories?"
Dumbledore said nothing at first. He looked at the spotless Pensieve and asked:
"Douglas, you wouldn't have used the Pensieve to make anything to eat, would you?"
Douglas cleared his throat awkwardly and said:
"I haven't deliberately used it to cook anything. After all, it's far too