The Noldor never give up!

Because there is a precious diamond at home that is coveted by others, property law is deeply rooted in my heart.

Although I have seen Simariel and marveled at its beauty - that's all. It is precisely because it is the hard work of my father Fëanor and part of my father's soul that I will pay attention to it. If not, To me, three gorgeous gems are not as attractive as three weird-shaped stones.

"That's it." I snapped my lips regretfully, "But I have promised my pet that I will bring him food, and I can't break my promise."

"Doesn't Hogwarts have a kitchen?" Maglor pointed out expressionlessly.

"Can snakes eat cooked food?" I asked.

"There should be original ingredients in the kitchen," Maglor replied, "I'll take you there - but first, I have to send these two children back to their dormitory."

I smiled and nodded, and waved kindly to Harry and the red-haired boy. I don't know why, but they shrank.

?

I looked at them confusedly, not knowing what they were afraid of. Then I thought that it was none of my business what they were afraid of, so I happily forgot about it.

When we arrived at the door of Gryffindor's dormitory, Harry hesitated and said good night to me, while the red-haired boy hurriedly recited the password and fled as if to escape.

"Let's go." Maglor sighed, with a complex expression on his face, "I'll take you to the kitchen."

His expression felt familiar to me.

"I know what your expression means." I looked at his face - yes, I am very familiar with Maglor. I know what every micro-expression of his points to. "Did I make any mistake?" ?”

Maglor slowed down and turned to look at me: "What?"

Compared to my second brother, Maglor seemed to have grown much taller in these eras, so I had to look up at him.

"Every time I do something so-called 'wrong', you always have this expression." I kicked the floor and made a face, "Although you are not the second brother, you are still Maglor, right? Even in the past After all these years, your little habits haven't changed, which makes me miss you a lot - hey, it's only been a little more than a year, and I've started to miss my second brother's nagging. The habits are really terrible... Although his Nagging me always goes in one ear and out the other."

Maglor sympathized with the "second brother" from the bottom of his heart. It was fine to have a troubled brother, but his sister was even more troubled.

"You're right. I forgot that you guys just arrived here and don't know much about the lifestyle of the Second Son. I should have told you earlier." Maglor shook his head and changed the subject, "A little more than a year? This You mean...the Year of the Double Tree? Why were you left alone for so long?"

"Huh? I'm not asking you a question? Why am I answering the question instead?" I raised my eyebrows, "But it's okay to tell you. I can't say it in front of my family, and in the face of such a familiar yet unfamiliar existence like you. I was able to speak now, and after I had escaped for so long, it was time to face my fear - I saw the death of my eldest brother, I witnessed his broken arm, the raging fire, and him being burned in the magma. All."

"Did you see...Matimo...?"

Maglor stopped, his body trembling, his eyes empty, as if he was enduring something, and his voice was hoarse.

really.

I knew it.

Seeing his appearance, I said calmly: "I foresaw Maitimo's death, right?"

"This is how Maitimo was killed in this world - and he has not come out of Mandos yet because of the fall of Noldor, right?" I said, "So, Noldoranti - you Aren’t you willing to tell me what happened?”

Maglor was silent for a long time, lowering his head and saying nothing. He just continued to take me to the kitchen - it was not until we came into the kitchen and the dim and warm light shone on us that he smiled bitterly and spoke.

"You actually have the gift of foresight..." Maglor looked incomprehensible, "Yes, in my past, this is how Maitimo left. Moreover, he was not killed - he committed suicide."

!! ?

"You said...what?" I took a deep breath.

suicide! ? who! ? Maitmo! ?

How could he end up like this! ? ——I thought he would die in battle. I saw his body full of scars... But suicide?

Is this a vulgar joke? An immortal elf is so desperate that he commits suicide? I probably wouldn't be surprised if it happened to other elves, but, Maitimo——! ?

I do not understand! I don't understand! I don't agree! --How can it be! ? My eldest brother, son of Fëanor, my Maitimo, how could he commit suicide! ?

I thought my expression must be very scary. The house elves in the kitchen screamed and ran around in fear. I glared at them fiercely and they fell silent. Maglor became silently alert, as if he was ready at any moment. Prepare to subdue me.

"Who could force my eldest brother to end up like this?"

My voice was like a hissing snake, cruel and vicious. The house elves did not dare to meet my eyes. They were as afraid of me as dying prey is of the hunter.

"Many," Maglor said. "It's the lost Cimaril, it's the Valar, it's Melkor, it's the war, it's the brothers - it's me, it's me who makes Mctimo despair."

I glanced at him gloomily and sarcastically said without mercy: "Save it! Maitimo may sacrifice himself for his brothers, but he will never commit suicide because of his brothers. You may be a factor, but it is by no means the main reason."

"Lost Cimaril? Then I will kill the thief." I smiled without any warmth. "If it was Melkor who caused it, then I will tear him into pieces; if it was Valar who caused it, then I will tear him into pieces." I will burn Valar into an endangered species; if it is caused by war, then I will bulldoze Middle-earth - whoever dares to take action against my father and brother must have the guts to bear my wrath!

So, it’s time for you to tell me about the First Era, right? "

"...You are indeed a Fenorian." Maglor gave me a complicated look, "I remember that you said that the Twin Sacred Trees had just been destroyed when you were brought by Merlin - then, everything is still there. There’s enough time.”

"For you, nothing has happened yet. My past is just a possibility for your future."

(McCanaugh’s perspective)

I rubbed my brows tiredly. The amount of information was so overwhelming that I could hardly recover - I started taking notes when Maglor started telling the story of the First Era.

...Three kin-killings, the almost total annihilation of Fenorian and Norofenweian, the loss of the Silmaril... Miku's anger has reached the critical point, but fortunately she still has reason.

Even if they rush back now and disappear seamlessly, they probably won't be able to catch up with the oath they swore, and Melkor has already killed Finwë and taken away the diamond. The first kin-killing is just around the corner. If Merlin says it's going to happen, If it takes a Double Tree Year to go back - then, we can still go back before Fëanor dies.

Before that, let’s learn magic first.

Studying was a hobby before, but now it is a task.