Even though he knows this is a memory, Lionel has the urge to intervene. Knock Mr. Bland's hand away. Stop the exchange from ever taking place. But he doesn't. They can't stop this from happening. It's done. The blood of man has already been spilled.

A chill goes down Lionel's spine. They're not in Xenia's memory anymore. No more picturesque fields. No more fireworks. No more selfies with his roommates. He's scared, unsettled. Thoughts lingering on rescuing Xenia, on the four of them being reunited, Lionel says a quiet, "Expecto Patronum." A warmth returns to him in the presence of the spectral octopus.

"Is that the linchpin," he asks Eddy.