"Right," Al said, glancing sideways at the tip of his wand as he lowered it against his temple. "You know, this is really unsafe," he grumbled, thinking back to the Lighting Ceremony. "All right. Here goes... Schlurp!"
Al even provided the sound effects, up until he noticed that his memory turned different, dimmer, and a coiled silvery thread, like a cobweb, was now attached to the tip of his wand.
He peered at it curiously. It held pretty well, because now he could swing his wand like a whip and the memory was still attached to the end of it. Only vigorous shaking over the pensieve made it disconnect and drop into the bowl.
"I think this is all of it," Al said, examining his forehead with his fingers, as well as his thoughts - with a different kind of mental probing.