After leaving the lake house, DeWitt returned home. He did not immediately go to the basement to conduct experiments. Instead, he took Ms. Feier to sit in the living room and chat, and that's when he suddenly became interested.
Freya Feier was a little confused. She was lost in her memories. She was stunned for a long time while holding the ceramic tea cup, and then hesitantly said: "He... is a mixed-race wizard with poor grades. He likes to complain about everything in the magical world.
Quite disgusting, he hates my mother."
"Why?"
"My mother was also a Ravenclaw. She had excellent grades. Talking about my father, she would recall her time at Hogwarts, but - only the relationship was beautiful at the beginning - and then developed...
...Later, just like my husband and I, the difference is that the outcome was different. They died in the war started by the mysterious man. Maybe letting me marry a Muggle was to protect me? I don't know - married
After that, I never saw them again, and my husband wouldn’t let me see them. The last news I heard about them was their death.”
"So you haven't experienced father's love?" DeWitt suddenly regained his psychological balance, and he shamefully found comfort in the feeling of sympathy for others.
"If hitting means kissing and scolding means loving..."
"Oh, obviously the beating you are talking about is for no reason. Let's not talk about these sad things," DeWitt said: "I heard a piece of news from Harry Potter today."
He told Ms. Feyre about Dobby, and asked her to write a letter to the Malfoy family, keep Dobby under strict supervision, and issue an order prohibiting contact with Harry Potter again. If it still didn't work...
Then the property that was not helpful would probably have to be "disposed of". Although Dobby had long been given an order not to reveal secrets, it seems now that he must have been slipped through a loophole.
"Take a trip," DeWitt felt unsafe again: "Let Lucius be the witness, let Narcissa and Dobby make an unbreakable oath - let me tell you, for a house elf, this kind of oath
Is it useful?"
Ms. Feier shook her head. She didn't know either, but she knew one thing: "A house elf will never disobey its master's orders, and there is no need to swear."
"Okay, so be it." DeWitt sighed. He couldn't really kill Dobby, could he? Dobby was not wrong. He acted like a character with a righteous heart and a firm goal. Harry also counted.
He is a friend, and it is not a bad thing for Dobby to help his friend. If he were to kill him like this - on the one hand, it would make DeWitt look like a villain, and on the other hand, it would not be able to advance the plot.
Then DeWitt told Ms. Feier about the unexpected situation he encountered while walking, and said: "Can you investigate it? I don't think it's right to find someone to investigate without personally participating. By the way -
I want a few guns, pistols, rifles, shotguns, machine guns, submachine guns...anything will do."
Of course Ms. Feier will agree. She will refuse anyone, but she will meet all DeWitt's requirements.
The days have become stable again.
A day later, Ms. Feier obtained the information and the gun.
"The dead father's daughter's name is Emma Grossman," DeWitt said while flipping through the file: "The dead man was also charged with murder... It's really weird, but I have a bold idea.
The man's soul communicated. He said he wanted to protect his daughter. Is there a possibility that these people who died in the hands of this man were actually killed by a little girl? Otherwise, how could it be said to be protected? However,
I'm not worried - a little girl who doesn't know any magic, do you think her dark thoughts can be hidden from the Sorting Hat and Dumbledore?"
"It depends on whether she will remember what she has done during the sorting ceremony. She has to think about it before it will be seen," Ms. Feier said. "If what you say is true, maybe the Sorting Hat will set a precedent."
, put that girl into Azkaban on the spot."
"Ha, that will definitely cause a sensation." DeWitt smiled and stopped caring about the matter. His eyes had been glancing at the things next to the documents from the beginning - a pistol and a shotgun. After he finished speaking
, he impatiently but unfamiliarly picked up the gun and began to admire it.
First, he touched it, starting from the wooden stock with natural texture, to the trigger and then to the metal barrel. DeWitt couldn't put it down. He was hungry for it. The violent beauty hidden in the smooth shape of the industrial creation made him satisfied.
"How to use it?" DeWitt asked Ms. Feier.
"Don't worry." Ms. Feier took out a crystal bottle with silver floc in it, which was floating. Then she took out a silver stone basin from her pocket, with ancient magic words engraved on it.
"A brand new Pensieve, I made one for our own use. It's a pity that you don't know Legilimency, otherwise you can use these memories directly, but it is also good to use the Pensieve to look at the memories. We can look at it together." Ms. Feier
Open the cork of the bottle, pour the contents of the bottle into the pensieve, and stir it with the wand - this is a housewife's habit, just like beating eggs to stir batter, she does it subconsciously.
The silver substance in the stone basin began to rotate, forming a whirlpool like a pool of water.
"Put your head in," Ms. Feier taught DeWitt, "and you'll see the memory."
She did this first, and then quickly raised her head.
DeWitt saw that during this short process, the pensieve seemed to have no bottom, and the silver substance just submerged Ms. Feier's lowered head, revealing a section of her white neck. When she lifted it up, the contents of the basin were
The liquid was not affected at all, just like Ms. Feier.
"Just like this." she said.
"You said we could watch it together," DeWitt asked, "but this basin is not big enough for two people's heads."
"I use the wand the same way because I learned some knowledge about Legilimency."
Ms. Feier and DeWitt looked at each other openly, and she smiled demurely. In the end, DeWitt said nothing and buried his head in the pensieve.
The pensieve turned into a bottomless well, and DeWitt concluded that he had fallen headlong into it, but he soon understood that this was magic that acted on the level of consciousness. His body did not actually move. If he wanted to withdraw, he could exit at any time.
It’s okay, he still has a sense of the external environment.
Soon, DeWitt stabilized his body and began to observe the surrounding environment.
This should be a shooting range.
The displayed range is not large, and there are silver shadows shaking in some blurry areas. Probably the owner of the memory cannot remember what is there. There are two men with guns standing in the shooting range, one is teaching the other how to shoot.
.
Step by step, the essence of all the explanations is extracted, until all the steps required for shooting are done again, and this memory that has been cut and trimmed is completely over.
Then the people disappeared, then the scene disappeared, and finally DeWitt felt that some source behind him released a powerful attraction, grabbing his consciousness out of the deep water of the Pensieve and stuffing it back into his body.
Ms. Feier poured a glass of water for DeWitt and asked with concern: "How do you feel?"