harry potter book of crimes

"Sarah...your name is Sarah!"

When she woke up in this world, this name was engraved into her soul and has followed her for hundreds of years.

In Hebrew, this means "princess, noble, noble girl", which made her gradually understand that her birth was of great significance to the creation of her master.

Yes, at least it should be like this when the two of them looked at each other for the first time.

"Cry! Cry for me!"

Born with a flaw and completely devoid of emotions - the failure of the alchemical work drove Sarah's creator Phillips into mania. The first time Sarah felt after coming into this world was not the warm embrace from her family, but the warm embrace of her family.

It was an unreserved slap in the face.

She still clearly remembers that the slap hurt so much that it made her feel overwhelmed. However, the pain could not arouse any emotion in her because she had no emotion at all.

So the master went crazy.

For three days in a row, Sarah followed her master, quietly watching the world and him. Those three days actually meant nothing to Sarah, she just followed silently,

That's all.

The master was studying alchemy, so she just watched him from the side, dazed; the master was too tired from studying, and had been agitated many times, and fell asleep, so she also followed suit and lay aside; the master

After waking up, she drank a glass of water at random, and then continued to devote herself to her selfless research. Then she also tried to pick up the dirty water glass and take a sip.

Well, the water stinks.

So, yes... Sarah's life was meaningless during those first three days of being "born" into this world.

Except for that last moment on the third night——

"kill me!"

This was the third sentence the master said to her after giving her life... The order she could not refuse made Sarah, who was still ignorant at the time, pick up a sharp knife and slit the master's throat with her own hands.

"Phillips?"

I don't know why, these old memories surged up from deep inside, and they kept circulating in Sarah's mind.

Weren't you just following Mr. MacLean's suggestion, touching the black door and trying to sense the power inside the door? Where am I now? Why do I think of these things?

"...Phillips."

Sarah suddenly felt as if something else was gradually pouring out along with these memories - it was a very surging, turbulent, and at the same time very oppressive feeling.

Sarah began to subconsciously call her master's name, Phillips von Hohenheim.

The genius alchemist who created her and gave her a precious name, or perhaps the middle-aged man who could be regarded as her "father".

Every time I recited that name silently in my heart, the sudden feeling became stronger and stronger, constantly stimulating Sarah's nerves that became tighter and tighter.

"Is this...'love'?"

Suddenly, Sarah could not help but whisper to herself:

"Phillips, I miss you."

…

Is this love?

I don’t know, and Maka doesn’t know much either.

The so-called "love" has many different forms, it can be happy or sad. Maka naturally doesn't dare to know what the relationship between Sarah and her creator Phillips should be like.

assertion.

Therefore, Maka just watched calmly from the sidelines, with Sarah's eyes slightly closed, and listened to her muttering softly and talking to herself.

It wasn't until a moment later that Sarafu slowly opened her eyes again, took back the palm she placed on the door, and touched her cheek, which had already become wet.

After remaining stunned for a while, Sarah turned her head slightly, looked at Maka and said:

"I cried?"

"It looks like this," Maka nodded, "and she shed a lot of tears - remember to drink some water later to replenish your fluids."

"I cried..." Sarah ignored the joke behind Maka, as if she was still immersed in that strange feeling, and said in a daze, "Phillips, did you see it? I cried."

As she spoke, she touched her face again. The red and swollen finger marks left by that slap had long since disappeared, but the burning pain seemed to have never gone away.

His master only left her three sentences in his life, and the three sentences represented three commands. Until now, she had finally completed the only command among them that she had not been able to complete.

"However," Sarah said after being in a daze for a while, "Mr. MacLean, this feeling is not pleasant... this thing like 'emotion' seems a bit -"

"A bit scary, isn't it?" Maka said, "That's why Dumbledore said that it may be the most powerful and terrifying force in the world - although it is not the 'most powerful'

It’s easy to say, but other than that, I quite agree with the professor’s point of view.”

Sarah heard this, nodded, and then said:

"So... Mr. MacLean, is my soul complete now?"

"Oh, no, it's not that easy." Maka immediately shook her head and said, "If you feel it again now, do you still feel the same way you just did?"

"Well..." Sarah closed her eyes again and thought for a while, and then said, "It seems like it's gone. It's like there's a piece of empty space in my heart."

"So, I just want you to take this opportunity to get used to it first. If you really want to complete your soul, you have to wait until I fully understand this room, and then see if it can be done."

"Yeah?"

Sarah blinked, then raised her hand to wipe her face carelessly with her sleeve, and then, as if she was a little greedy for the feeling of having emotions just now, she stretched her hand towards the black door again.

"Wait a minute," Maka quickly grabbed her hand, "As I said earlier, don't get too immersed in it - 'love' can also be a 'sin'."

"But...I miss him."

Looking at the dazed but still clear eyes of Sarah who said this, Maka somehow suddenly thought of Luna who had similar eyes.

After a slight pause, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Sarah's head, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry! Whether it's joy or sadness, or even pain... it's yours, it's yours, and sooner or later you will taste them one by one. But even if you truly have human emotions in the future, I will

I hope you won’t be too paranoid, because any kind of emotion is very precious, remember?”

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the closed black door again.

"Okay, anyway, let me take a look at its true appearance first!"