The Noldor never give up!

I only felt a gust of wind blowing up Mecano and I, and then the two sacred trees in my field of vision became more and more transparent. My whole person became ethereal and illusory, gradually floating in the air. The world in front of me quickly regressed, and time and space became chaotic. , everything gradually returns to nothingness.

If I want to use a metaphor, it's like being stuck in modeling - I seem to be on the outside of the world.

"The branches of the Twin Sacred Trees? Hmm... If you go there, you can make the best use of them."

I blinked, and before I could realize what was happening, the man who called himself "Big Brother Flower" happily threw me and Miccano away——

We both fell hard to the floor, getting more injured. I also threw the branches of the two sacred trees out of my hands. The bastard laughed heartlessly. Maybe he felt my murderous intention, and then the bastard immediately Disappeared without a trace.

"Merlin?" I heard an old voice.

Someone helped me up. Those hands were wrinkled and looked like something I had never seen before, but I knew that person was called Old... I raised my head in embarrassment. In front of me was a quaint room. The person who helped me up was a man in a dress. The weird white-bearded old man, although he moved gently, there was still confusion on his face, but my attention was not on him, but...

"Second brother! Why did you become a ghost!"

I was shocked.

The ghost who looked like Maglor bent down and picked up the branches of the Two Sacred Trees. After hearing my words, he pointed at himself hesitantly: "Me? You do seem to be a Noldor Elf, but I don't remember that I have a sister... Although I do not deny that you do seem to have Fenorian blood..."

He couldn't continue because I felt as if I had suffered a huge blow. My whole body was 50% lighter than Meccano, and I was still looking at my second brother with tears in my eyes.

Now all I can think about is "Brother Cao has turned into a ghost", "Brother Cao doesn't recognize me", "Help, is this a new Melkor scam?" Instead, Meccano sighed, turned to the second brother and said : "Um, I'm sorry Macalauri...can you help us get some wound medicine? Your sister, Mikulaka, just had a fight with Melkor."

Maglor's expression first changed from suspicion when he heard his Quenya name, to shock when he heard my name, and then turned completely blank after hearing that I had a fight with Melkor.

"Wait a minute." He covered his face with a shocked voice, "Melkor? You guys?! Wasn't Melkor thrown into the void at the end of the First Era!?"

I was even more shocked: "Did I oversleep!? When will we enter the end of the First Era!?"

The second brother and I looked at each other, and it was the second brother who broke the silence: "Now... it's already the seventh era... Could it be that Merlin sent you from the first era? Why?"

Grass! How do I know why? I don't even know him.

I jumped up - and the wound was pulled, and the pain made me grin.

"Perhaps, we can calm down for a while?" Grandpa Whitebeard said kindly, "If I'm not mistaken... you are elves, right? Although except for Maglor - oh, he was called that in the first era. There are no elves here except Macalauri, but we still have some elven medicine, but not too much...well..."

Then he waved a stick, and a silver-white animal flew out of the window. The fiery red bird next to it flew to me. A few tears squeezed out of my eyes, and the place where the tears flowed became strangely better.

This bird is beautiful, with a flaming luster all over its body - if I had to use a metaphor, it would be very Fenorian.

I have never seen such a creature in Valinor.

"She is a phoenix," said the second brother, "a miracle in Middle-earth, a creature that does not exist in Valinor."

"Not in Valinor?" I asked blankly, "Am I no longer in Valinor?"

Hearing this, the second brother's expression became complicated.

"This is Middle-earth," he said.

After a while of scrambling, we finally got our words straight.

I huddled in the corner gloomily.

I heard the second brother vaguely talk about some things that happened in the past few eras, as well as some basic common sense today. Although I am not an adult, I can still feel that the second brother is hiding something - the second brother has never returned to Verin. No, causing him to decline and become a ghost.

They have turned into ghosts and have not returned to Valinor. Even a fool knows that something bad must have happened.

The place I am in now is a magic school called Hogwarts (I haven't learned magic yet, but my second child has already learned it!). My second brother is a teacher here, and he is here to teach history. Inexplicably, Very suitable... And the frivolous "big brother of flowers" who sent us here is called Merlin. It is said that he is the child of Ilmo, the Lord of Dreams (outrageous), and he is a great magician.

By the way, the second brother is the only remaining elf in Middle-earth (now called Earth).

There was only one problem, and that was that there was no such thing as me and Maccano.

Brother Ju said that Fenorian has never had an elf named "Miculaka" from the beginning to the end, and there has never been a "Miculcano" in the Fingolfin family.

Although I don’t know what happened, it is obvious that the ghost in front of me is not my second brother. Although he is also Maglor, he is not my Maglor...

That's why I'm gloomy in the corner.

Meccano obviously accepted the reality much faster than I did. When he wanted to ask something about his family, a middle-aged man in black with an unkind expression broke in, his tone was sarcastic and arrogant.

I couldn't understand what he was talking about, and it was only then that I realized that Dumbledore (that old man with the white beard, we had exchanged names) had always spoken Quenya before.

The man in black put a medicine bottle on the table, and then strode away without any delay, as if staying for another second was a waste.

I really go my own way, as if I saw my father facing Fingolfin...

"Okay," I sniffed and calmed down, "Second... Maca Laurie, do you know how to get us back?"

To be honest, if I don’t go back, I’m afraid I’ll get beaten up by my dad and my eldest brother in a mixed doubles match! I ran away to escape and then heard nothing from you...Thank you, I haven't lived enough.

Even though I asked this, I didn't have much hope.

As expected, Dumbledore said that there was nothing he could do. Maybe he needed to do some research before he could send us back, or wait for Merlin's explanation. Before that, we could only live in Hogwarts.

Is there anywhere else to live in a school besides dormitories?

"I'm 35 years old, do I still have to go to school!?" I yelled.

"The elf reaches adulthood at the age of fifty," Maglor said. "You are only twelve or thirteen years old as a second-born child."

"!? Can this be the same? I'm living in the Year of the Double Tree!"

Unlike me, Maccano was interested.

But before we can officially start learning, we have to learn the language of the Secondborn, and oh, we also need a magic wand.

"A magic wand," I said, "just use local materials. Just the branches of the sacred tree in your hand, Macalauri."

However, after listening to my words, the second brother's eyes widened, as if he was in an illusion, and he murmured: "Are these branches of the Double Sacred Tree?"

"Haven't you seen the Double Holy Trees, Maca Laurie?" I was a little confused. "Could it be that you haven't seen the Double Holy Trees for so long that you have forgotten the appearance of the Double Holy Trees? But the light of the Double Holy Trees is very distinctive, right?"

At this time, the second brother opened his palm, and I discovered that his palm was full of burn scars, which was shocking, and the branches of the Double Sacred Tree were glowing slightly in her palm.

I originally wanted to ask him what the injury on his palm was, but after seeing his expression, I didn't dare to ask.

I've never seen such a vulnerable look on Maca Laurie's face.

I reacted belatedly - it wasn't that my second brother had forgotten what the Twin Holy Trees looked like, but that he... simply couldn't believe that those were the Twin Holy Trees.