As the small, black sphere is placed in your hands, you feel a strangely cold sensation hit your palm and journey up your arm and into your shoulder. Looking at the object, you notice just how black it is. In fact, not only is it black, it seems to suck all of the light nearby into itself.
Drawing on your talents, you recognize what you hold in your hand.
"Is this..." you say tentatively, "...is this a Recollective?"
Professor Quirrell raises one eyebrow, impressed with your identification of this very rare, very dangerous artifact.
"Yes. This is, indeed, a Recollective. Perhaps, at a later date, you can tell me how you know of these. Do you also know what it does?"
"Well, they are extraordinarily rare. But from what I remember, they act like miniature black holes - pulling in everything around them."
Quirrell smiles, "Well, half-marks anyway, little . A Recollective does not pull in everything around them, only magic."
Quirrell smiles and levels his wand at your chest.
"Stupify!" he shouts.
You barely have time to register your surprise before a bright, red bolt of magical energy shoots from Professor Quirrell's wand. However, the red bolt is diverted from its path towards your chest, and is immediately absorbed into the black sphere in your hand. You feel the Recollective somehow get even colder, and you gaze at Quirrell in shock.
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