"Anyway, I can ask him. - we're talking decades, if it's achievable, possibly longer, the original person to make a Philosopher's Stone was a hundred and thirty when he finished it -"

"Elves're pretty patient and I'm not even done putting those back yet."

"How many people died?"

"Fifty-five million all told. I can put most of them back."

"I'm glad you can do that."

"Elves." Shrug.

"So, uh, how about those books, Minor's going to get himself expelled by the end of the week but it's probably worth it -"

"It'll take up a lot of room in print, might make more sense to teach you to use a computer."

"Sure, what's that?"

He has his; he pulls it off his belt, turns it on. "Information-handling technology."

"Oooh, cool."

"Yeah. This model requires brain surgery, don't know if wizards have weird brains or anything, probably shouldn't risk it."

"Brain surgery? And I don't know either - we can interbreed with Muggles -"

"Little metal thing in my brain tells the computer what I want it to do. Fantastically convenient, necessary for heavy-duty information security, and if you have a Wizard Cortex or something where your medulla is supposed to be then trying to give you a chip could be all kinds of problematic."

"Okay. Yes, I will decline to be the first test subject for that. It'll be hard to talk my father down from it, though."

"Unless I need to worry about mind control wizardry he doesn't particularly have to agree, and if he's inconvenient about it I'll distract him with a language he doesn't speak or something."

"There's mind control wizardry but my father is not in fact evil. ...distracting him with a language he doesn't speak would totally work."

"Although I don't want to pause too long in the Elf-resurrection I was doing. Someone will wonder what's keeping me any minute and 'looking into otherworldly magic that might get the Maiar back' is a better explanation than 'teaching an alternate universe Fëanáro a language'."

"Fëanáro, huh."

"Yeah. The one who looks like you is named Nelyafinwë Maitimo."

"What about the rest of my family?"

He has notes. He pulls them up. He reads them off. "- don't think anybody ever mentioned the mother's name or if they did I didn't write it."

"...huh. Okay, sorry, I'll let you get back to work - unless I can help somehow -"

"I don't know if you can, all you've mentioned about what wizards do is architectural or speculative."