This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Pour the memory into the Pensieve, stir it with the magic wand, and then you can put your head in.

It's simple, but it's really complicated.

The angle and speed of pouring the memory, the direction and force of stirring, the position and order of burying the head, etc., all require Hermione to consider seriously.

George curled his lips in disapproval, "Didn't the most unpopular headmaster say that you should rely on your feelings?"

Fred had a similar expression, "Vincent succeeded on his first try, you can't be much worse than him."

Confidence rose a little, but it was still not 100% sure.

Hermione stirred the air in front of her with her magic wand for the 26th 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 a few words, Rolf also followed them to pack the box.

It's not that he can't learn, but that he didn't want to learn at all at that time.

A precious alchemical tool like the Pensieve cannot be obtained with gold galleons.

It's not difficult to find it with the relationship between his grandfather and Nicolas Flamel, but this thing is useless for studying magical creatures.

Watch the memories of little cuties and big cuties?

It's better to communicate face to face!

"Honestly, do you know you can't learn it?"

Rolf blushed, "Nonsense! I'm a future famous magical zoologist, I don't have the heart to waste on these things!"

"Oh~" Fred and George both nodded exaggeratedly. ]|I{•------» «------•}I|[

Rolf, blushing, ignored them.

The twins clapped their hands in the air as if they had won.

When the things were almost packed, Hermione finally succeeded in convincing herself.

She didn't mean to do it, she just couldn't help it.

If they were not allowed to go, Vincent would also take them.

It doesn't matter if they go earlier or later, the memories in the bottle won't run away.

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Coming out of the Ministry of Magic, through a dilapidated alley, outside is the bustling streets of central London.

It is mid-November now, and the Muggles are all wearing warmer clothes.

Rita, who only wears bright-colored wool coats all year round, doesn't feel out of place among them.

On the contrary, Vincent, who is wearing a thin shirt, seems a bit out of place.

Before entering a sparsely populated cold drink shop, he took out a small piece of sharp metal 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 in a seat near the window.

Then, under the surprised eyes of the clerk, he ordered two extra-large strawberry ice creams.

Young people have good bodies, no wonder they are favored by mature aunts-big sisters.

"Do you want to know the secret of Tom's immortality?"

"I-" Rita's excitement subsided instantly.

The reason why secrets are secrets is that not many people know them.

If she knew, and wrote an article and published it...

"Mr. Wayne, I am very sincere."

Vincent tapped the table with his fingertips, "I know who gave the notebook to Lockhart, and I know that you are not qualified to be on Tom's kill list now."

"Should I feel honored?" Feeling dry-mouthed, Rita drew out her wand and cast an ordinary Confusion Charm on the clerk.

Vincent did not condemn her behavior.

Even if the Muggle Protection Act has been implemented, wizards can still cast magic at will.

As long as they are not caught on the spot, any decree is like waste paper.

Rita hesitated for a moment, reached out and scooped a full spoonful into her mouth.

It was not chilling, but it did calm her mind a lot.

"Those who escaped trial twelve years ago?"

"The most generous one."

She ate another full spoonful.

Big news, absolutely big news.

If the fact that Malfoy was still connected to Voldemort was exposed, and after proper operation...

No, these fame enhancements meant standing completely against them.

"I have said what you need." Vincent gently scooped a small spoonful of ice cream, "If the amount is still not enough--"

Rita quickly swallowed the ice cream in her mouth, "Enough, really enough."

The secret of Voldemort's immortality is very tempting, but this is big news that requires risking life.

She doesn't want to die yet, "Mr. Wayne, let's start today's interview."

"Please ask questions."

Perhaps it was the credit of the small portion of ice cream, or perhaps it was due to Vincent's pressure, this interview went smoothly throughout.

No sharp questions, no insidious misleading.

"What do you think the final trial result will be?"

"It can only be life imprisonment like Quirinus Quirrell."

Gilderoy Lockhart, the dream lover in the eyes of many witches, who was once as dazzling as a star, eventually fell.

He appeared at the right time and was very suitable to be a scapegoat.

I already have a criminal record, and now I have encountered such bad luck.

"One last question--" Rita put down the quill, "This is my personal question, only you and I know it."

Vincent nodded, "Ask it."

"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 book without 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.

"May I 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 and the more mysterious the introduction, the more they like it.

"Mr. Wayne, it seems you have made an appointment with someone else?"

"You guessed it 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.

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