It'll be over and done in a few short paragraphs after Taylor steamrolls over the idea.
Snape: (sneeringly condescending sigh) Whatever are you doing, Miss.... Potter. Is that a pensieve?
Taylor: Yes. Move over.
(Taylor stands to the side as Kreacher pops in with an anvil mounted on a sturdy oaken base. She holds tongs in one hand and a hammer in the other. She sticks the tongs into the pensieve, fishes out something wriggling and silvery, and proceeds to hammer it flat on the anvil with the hammer. )
Snape: I... what...
Taylor: (continuing to tap away with the hammer, until the silvery blob approaches a wedge shape) Dumbledore's just *FULL* of bad ideas. I decided to weaponize them.
Snape: (feeling decidedly off kilter. And then some) Not that I disagree with your assessment of many of his ideas, but how?
Taylor: Extract them from him. Reshape them. Deliver them into the heads of the Death Eaters. (She holds up an elegantly proportioned arrowhead shape with the tongs. Albus Dumbledore, tied up in the corner and covered in Doxies, is too muzzled to effectively comment.)
Snape: Deliver them?
Taylor: House elves. Worst case, we slightly disrupt the Death Eaters. Best case they start using stunners instead of lethal force while preaching tolerance and forgiveness. (She sets the completed arrowhead down and fetches another silver blob to work into shape.)
Snape: I see. Have you fully thought through what this might result in?
Taylor: Result?
Snape: What if they all grow extremely long beards? And twinkle their eyes at you?
Taylor: (shudders, then blows out forcefully.) Acceptable risk.