The work now was more arduous, even with the pensieve port on Hermione’s slave collar, it took Arthur and Snape two long hours to erase the concepts of the alphabet, phonetics, spellings and any foundational memories of reading, pulling errant wisps of memories out depositing them in the memory bowl to be disposed of later. If the pet Mudblood was interested in learning more about her masters’ plan or the outside world in general, she was not going to learn about it from the books or random scraps of parchment. Snape was glad that ministry policy was that Mudblood’s would not be taught skills like reading even after their magical powers were suppressed, after all their true purpose in life was to live a drone-like existence at the feet of the wizard elite. Truthfully the ongoing processes were tedious in the extreme, he did not expect that they’d need to do a procedure like this again in the near future, now that the last great resistance leader was captured, instead they could always revert back to the simple punishment of blinding their property, like the Patil chit, if any of their slaves tried to step out of line or became too uppity.