The Noldor never give up!

(McCanaugh’s perspective)

Speaking of the Holy Grail, I remember that when I was reading the Bible, I saw the wine cup said to be Christ's. In "Le Morte d'Arthur" it was also mentioned that the Knights of the Round Table were looking for the Holy Grail, but no matter where it is said to be, the Holy Grail is the most supreme. A pure thing - if I had to compare the properties of the Holy Grail, it would be as pure as the Silmaril that was consecrated by Varda.

In my image memory, the Holy Grail has nothing to do with "purity". Just looking at the turbulent black mud will pollute the mind.

My hand knocked on the cover of the book unconsciously, and my intuition told me that this Holy Grail was closely related to me. Maybe this was a breakthrough to go home... Let's ask Maglor again. After all, I couldn't search accurately from the vast pile of books. .

Hmm...but how do I speak? It's easy to be dismissed if you just say that I want information about the Holy Grail without any clue, right? I'll have to think carefully about excuses...

Thinking of this, I put the books back on the bookshelf, but my eyes caught a glimpse of a strange black notebook... Why do you say it is weird? Because the books on the bookshelf are divided into categories. What I am in now is the historical zone, and this The notebook obviously has nothing to do with history, not to mention - it is stained with the aura of magic, and it is definitely a magic item... However, it made me feel uncomfortable, but that feeling was fleeting.

I thought about it and took it away. There shouldn't be any problem with putting it on the bookshelf at Hogwarts, right? It looks interesting.

I put it on the table, opened a page, and found that there were obvious scratches inside, which looked like writing, but the inner pages were blank without any traces of ink.

I touched the writing marks on it and found that there were so many stacks that I couldn't tell them apart at all. I could only barely identify the owner of the writing from the immature handwriting as a young girl... under what circumstances would people be in the same place? What about writing different sentences over and over again?

--dialogue.

The owner of the previous notebook should be talking to this notebook.

Could it be that... this thing is as living as the Sorting Hat? Or is he just a bookish Palantir?

This notebook doesn't look old, it's probably fifty years old at most... This narrows down the range of producers.

First of all, to be able to create a magical item that can talk on your own, the other person must be a person who is proficient in magic, maybe a second-born son in his thirties or forties - of course, if he is a genius, maybe he can make it at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

After all, Fëanor was not very young when he created Palantir.

So, if the owner of this notebook graduated from Hogwarts, there is a high probability that he has learned Quenya - because only Hogwarts offers Quenya classes, and this class only has a very small number of students. Only a few students with excellent academic performance can take elective courses.

A person who can make a notebook that can talk independently will definitely not miss the opportunity to learn Quenya - well, if the other person happens to be a partial subject, that's okay, I'm just testing it out anyway.

In order to test whether the creator of this notebook is from Hogwarts, I tentatively wrote a few words in Quenya, pretending that I was a student who had just started to learn Quenya, and see what this notebook has. reaction.

After waiting for a while, I watched the ink on the inner pages slowly fade away, and a neat and elegant Quenya word emerged one stroke at a time.

--"Hello."

Sure enough, I lowered my eyes and saw that the owner of this notebook was a student at Hogwarts.

I thought about it for a while, but decided not to continue the conversation in Quenya. Instead, I switched to English, hoping to understand the function of this notebook.

"Are you the owner of this notebook? This notebook can communicate remotely?"

The notebook was stunned for a while before replying: "...No, it's just a memory."

lie.

I squinted my eyes, a memory? Although I have been here not long ago, I have been supplementing my knowledge about magic, and I also know that the memory of the secondary child can be extracted and stored here - but memory is just memory, and memory does not have self-awareness, let alone Forget about exchanges and conversations.

Only with a "fea" (soul) can one have self-awareness. This was the case when Ilúvatar created life. There can be no other exceptions.

At first, I just thought this was a palantir that could be written on, the kind used for remote conversations. But now that I look at it... this is obviously a book with a soul!

Alchemical life? Or a sealed soul? And he claimed that it was just a memory... Hmm, it seems that this book has a certain IQ and can deceive people - if the person here is a second-born child, he might have been deceived. Not all second-born children know this. "fea" thing.

The research on the soul among the second-born children of this era is extremely rare and very secretive. This can be seen from the fact that all books related to the soul are in the restricted book section.

Whether it is an alchemical life or a sealed soul, it is obviously not a good thing. I am stupid to ask for trouble and keep him by my side.

After thinking so much, I didn't stop writing just to prevent the notebook from getting suspicious.

"Memory? Whose memory?"

"Tom Riddle, I am also a student at Hogwarts. If you don't believe it, you can go to the trophy room and have a look. It contains my special contribution award."

Oh, first use the students of Hogwarts to build a closer relationship, and then use the image of top students to lower the defense. It seems that the trophy room is indeed a thing. If I didn't see something wrong with this thing first, I probably wouldn't be right. It must be suspicious.

I closed my laptop and pretended to go to the trophy room, but actually walked quickly to the principal's office.

Let Hogwarts deal with the dangerous items at Hogwarts.

(Miku's perspective)

Meccano and I went to the principal's office together - after all, Meccano was just a weak scholar. If someone didn't pay attention and was attacked by the notebook, it would be over. I could at least protect him by being there.

After all, I am better than him in terms of neurological reflexes and combat awareness.

But I didn't expect Maglor to come too, but when I thought about it, it wasn't surprising. They were all elves after all, and it was normal for me to be unable to sit still when I heard that Meccano had a dangerous object in his hand.

Dumbledore took a notebook and used magic to survey it, and his originally amiable face gradually became serious.

"He said he was Tom Riddle's memory?"

When I looked at Dumbledore's face, I realized that this Tom might not be a simple person.

"he is……?"

"You should have heard his name among your classmates - You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord - that is, Voldemort." Dumbledore said.

Yes, of course I have heard of it. The people in Gryffindor are very enthusiastic and taught me a lot of common sense about the magical world on the first day.

I also knew that Harry Potter was the savior, but I didn't have much conversation with him.

But didn’t it mean that he was killed by Harry Potter? Not dead?

"Is this thing Voldemort's soul?" I raised my eyebrows.

"To be precise, it's a small part of his soul." Maglor said, "He actually split his soul... It's really crazy..."

"...What is he trying to do!?" I was shocked, "He actually took the initiative to split his fea... He thinks he has lived too long, right!?"

Dumbledore shook his head, seeming a little tired: "We can't give Voldemort any chance of resurrection... I'm going to find some props to destroy this notebook... He has gone too far on the path of black magic..."

ah? Can second-born children also be resurrected? Don't you care about Mandos?

"So..." I asked hesitantly, "This is a dark magic item?"

No wonder Meccano felt strange when he saw it. It was just because he was not very proficient in magic and didn't realize that it was black magic.

"Yes." Dumbledore said.

I nodded thoughtfully: "So, he is evil?"

"...It can be said that splitting the soul does belong to the category of black magic."

That would be easy.

The bow was not convenient to carry with me, so I put it in the dormitory, but I took the dagger with me.

I took out the golden-red dagger made by Fëanor and stroked it cherishedly: "Try this - this is my father's craftsmanship, and even Ugoliant dare not approach it. It is more than enough to pack a notebook. "

I threw the dagger and joked: "Unless this notebook has Melkor's ability."

Dumbledore put the notebook on the table, and I turned the dagger around at will, penetrating the entire notebook with a skilled technique, without even using one-tenth of the strength I used to fight Melkor.

The notebook let out a heart-rending scream, followed by a deathly silence.

Sorry, notebook.

If you want to hate, hate Mandos.