He set the memory vial down near the pensieve. "It was at Wool’s Orphanage, many years ago, where I met a young Tom Riddle." He held up the vial. "This is my memory of that meeting." He poured the contents into the pensieve. As the mist swirled in the pensieve, he finally said, "when you are ready, we can view this memory of a young Tom Riddle."