Pour the memory into the Pensieve, stir it a few times with your wand, and then immerse yourself in it.
Simple is quite simple, complex is indeed complex.
The angle and speed of pouring the memory, the direction and strength of the stirring, the position and order of burying the head, etc. all need to be carefully considered by Hermione.
George curled his lips disapprovingly, "Didn't the most unpopular principal say that you should rely on your feelings?"
Fred also had a similar expression, "Vincent succeeded on the first try. You can't be any worse than him."
My self-confidence has risen a little, but I'm still not 100% sure.
Hermione stirred the air in front of her with her wand for the twenty-sixth time, "This is a pensieve. What if we can't get out?"
"Please continue." Cedric was stuffing things into the suitcase, "We all believe you can do it."
After comforting her for a few words, Luofu also packed the boxes with them.
It's not that he couldn't learn it, it was that he didn't want to learn it at all at that time.
A precious alchemical tool like the Pensieve cannot be obtained with gold Galleons.
It's not difficult considering his grandfather's relationship with Nico Flamel, but this thing is useless for studying magical creatures.
Watch the memories of little cuties and big cuties?
It would be better to communicate in person!
"Seriously, do you know you can't learn it?"
Luofu blushed, "Nonsense! I am a famous magizoologist in the future, and I have no intention of wasting it on these things!"
"Oh~" Fred and George both nodded exaggeratedly.
The blushing Luofu ignored them.
The twins high-fived each other like they were victorious.
When the things were almost packed, Hermione finally succeeded in convincing herself.
She didn't mean it, she just couldn't help it.
If they were not allowed to go, Vincent would take them.
It doesn't matter whether it's early or late, the memory in the bottle won't run away.
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Coming out of the Ministry of Magic, passing through a dilapidated alley, you will find the bustling streets of central London.
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It's mid-November now, and Muggles are all wearing warmer clothes.
Rita, who only wears bright-colored fur coats all year round, doesn't feel too out of place among them.
On the contrary, Vincent looked a little out of place in his thin shirt.
Before walking into a sparsely populated cold drink shop, he took out a sharp-edged metal piece from his pocket.
"Miss Skeeter, do you need this?"
Rita shook her head, "Mr. Wayne, I just need a big news that can ignite me now."
"You won't be disappointed." Vincent sat with her near the window.
Then, under the surprised look of the clerk, he ordered two extra-large strawberry ice creams.
Young people have good health, no wonder they are attracted by mature aunts - big sisters.
"You want to know the secret of Tom's immortality?"
"I-" Rita's rising excitement subsided instantly.
A secret is a secret because not many people know it.
If she finds out and writes an article and publishes it...
"Mr. Wayne, I am very sincere."
Vincent tapped his fingertips on the table, "I know who gave Lockhart that notebook, and I also know that you are not qualified to be on Tom's must-kill list now."
"Should I be honored?" Feeling thirsty, Rita took out her wand and cast a common confusion spell on the clerk.
Vincent did not condemn her behavior.
Even if the Muggle Protection Act has been implemented, wizards can still use magic at will.
As long as you are not caught red-handed, any law is as useless as paper.
Rita hesitated for a moment, then reached out and scooped up a large spoonful and put it into her mouth.
It's not heart-breaking, but it does calm the mind quite a bit.
"Those who escaped justice twelve years ago?"
"The most generous one."
She took another big spoonful.
Big news, absolutely big news.
If it were revealed that Malfoy was still involved with Voldemort and properly handled...
No, these increases in fame mean that we have to stand completely opposite to them.
"I've told you what you need." Vincent gently scooped up a small scoop of ice cream, "If the portion is still not enough -"
Rita quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and said, "That's enough, that's really enough."
The secret of Voldemort's immortality is tempting, but this is big news that requires risking one's life.
She didn't want to die yet, "Mr. Wayne, let's start today's interview."
"Please ask questions."
Perhaps it was due to the small portion of ice cream, or perhaps it was due to Vincent's pressure, but the entire interview went smoothly this time.
There are no pointed questions, no backhanded misleading.
"What do you think the final outcome of the trial will be?"
"It can only be the same life sentence as Quirinus Quirrell."
The dream lover in the eyes of many witches, Gilderoy Lockhart, who was once as dazzling as the stars, eventually fell.
He appeared at the right time and was a perfect scapegoat.
He already had a criminal record, and he encountered such an unfortunate thing again.
"The last question -" Rita put down her quill, "this is my personal question, only you and I know."
Vincent nodded, "Ask."
"Why would Daphne Greengrass join your club?"
It was a wise decision not to reveal Lucius and the diary.
After all, Malfoy is a family with a history of more than 900 years, and no one knows exactly how many trump cards they have.
"This is a secret between me and her."
Rita closed her small notebook with interest.
The identity of the illegal Animagus is exposed, and the revenge of the Malfoy family is also over.
Of course she knew that Vincent was giving herself a trump card, to avoid the risk of trying to escape to the bottom of Azkaban and one day completely fall to the enemy.
"I would like to ask, who did Mr. Wayne learn these things from?"
"My mentor." Vincent glanced out the window, "He is a great wizard."
Nico Flamel is indeed great.
Rita squinted at the half-melted ice cream in front of her.
There is big news, but it seems there is not.
She was unwilling, very unwilling.
"Maybe you can change the angle and deliberately create a connection between Lockhart and Quirrell."
A newly rising evil force?
"Thank you for your suggestion." Rita certainly knows the audience's taste.
The more outrageous the description, the more mysterious the introduction, the more they like it.
"Mr. Wayne, it seems you have made an appointment with someone else?"
"you guessed right."
Although he was curious about who was coming, Vincent definitely didn't want others to know.
The mysterious man whom the newbie in the wizarding world meets alone...
Forget about transforming into a little beetle to eavesdrop, she has not forgotten the shadow of last year.