harry potter book of crimes

Compared with wizards who are always not very interested in legends and stories, Muggles are obviously much more serious about history. Although they often have difficulty seeing the truth behind the so-called "legends" due to various natural limitations.

, but faithfully recording it is one of their advantages.

According to Muggle accounts, Baal is a pagan god from West Asia. His sister Astra, who was born on the first Sunday after the full moon of the vernal equinox, was hatched from an egg.

Transformed from rabbit.

Yes, even if Muggles are just using their ordinary eyes to witness the legends that have drifted through history. But no matter what, they have indeed "seen" it.

In the spring of the thirty-second year after Astalu disappeared, Baal, who was already in his fifties, made the country where he lived remember his name as an alchemist. This made him achieve such success.

The motivation for his achievement was the sacrifice of his sister Astra.

Why Easter is called "Resurrection" is because on that day, a girl who had been dead for thirty-two years really came back to life!

One day after the full moon of the spring equinox, Baal drew an alchemical diagram in the forest surrounding Valkihar Castle. Surrounded by a large number of alchemical symbols, a four-color egg the size of a fire dragon egg

Fine cracks appeared on the eggshell. As the cracks grew larger, a pure white hare jumped out of the eggshell and turned into a beautiful girl with a bright smile in front of Baal.

"elder brother."

"Oh - my Astra, my dear sister, you are finally back!"

Maka was not interested in this drama, which was like a Muggle romance TV series. When Baal and the reborn Astra hugged each other and cried, he took a few steps forward and stared at the figure on the ground.

He took a closer look at the alchemy chart.

With this look, the doubts in his heart naturally deepened.

"It's so detailed and clear that it's really hard to forget and have doubts about it!" Maka muttered, while looking back at Sarah, "Don't you think so?"

But the little girl just glanced at him with a "who cares about you" look and said nothing else.

Maka smiled helplessly and said: "Okay! Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you. But don't forget, I'm really curious about this... If you want to say it at some point

, remember to tell me first!”

As he said this, his eyes fell on the alchemy formation carved on the ground again. Although he didn't know much about alchemy, and he couldn't understand the ancient alchemy symbols, it didn't hinder him.

Watch carefully with interest.

The more he looked at it, the more curious Maka became. After all, just the word "immortality" is enough to make people yearn for it. Wouldn't "resurrection" be even more attractive?

You know, even if Nico Flamel was seriously injured, he would still die. The elixir of life could only extend his body's vitality, but it could not prevent the sudden arrival of unnatural death.

but……

"Is there really a way to 'resurrect' people in this world?" While thinking, Maka suddenly muttered.

His words seemed to be talking to himself, but they were not without a meaning of inquiry. As for the knowledge of alchemy that he did not know much about, although he had never heard of such an alchemy as "resurrection".

It's a theory, but just because he doesn't know it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

At this moment, not far behind him, isn't there a little alchemy genius standing?

But Maka knew more or less, as she refused to tell the truth even after being asked twice before. With her intelligence, she probably wouldn't be tricked into telling the truth this time.

However, this time, he guessed wrong.

"Resurrection does not exist." Sarah said quietly under the shade of the trees behind.

Her words seemed to bring the whole story to an end. When the whole world dispersed again and turned into the endless hazy white mist, Maka felt as if her body was leaving her.

Getting closer and closer. Just when he suddenly noticed that his eyesight went dark, and a few seconds later, he found that everything in his field of vision was constantly shaking.

"Hey! Maka, what are you thinking about? Are you so focused?"

In front of the bar of the Three Broomsticks, Hagrid was stretching his hand over Slughorn's head and pushing Maka's shoulders. Although it was obvious that he was being careful enough, Maka still had her butt

The tall round stool below was pushed back and forth for a while.

"Oh, stop it, Hagrid!"

Maka suddenly came out of his previous trance. When he came back, he quickly asked Hagrid to stop. Otherwise, he would have been knocked down after a while.

In fact, he had already noticed Hagrid's magic power when he was in the spiritual world built by Sarah before. Although he didn't feel the shaking of his body in that state at that time, he could easily guess such a thing.

.

"Maka, I thought you were cursed!" Hagrid said with a puzzled look on his face, "You just stood there motionless. What's going on?"

"It's nothing," Maka said with a smile, glancing in Sarah's direction intentionally or unintentionally, "I just played a small game with someone."

The little girl immediately noticed Maka's eyes - which undoubtedly made her feel even more unhappy.

"What? Who are you accompanying?"

On the other side, Hagrid asked in confusion.

"I told you it's nothing, so don't ask." Maka waved her hand and patted Slughorn on the back, "Get up! Wake up, it's time for us to go to school - Sarah

, you should also wake up your brother quickly!"

"Call it yourself."

Probably because she was used to this kind of conversation with Maka, Sarah's words were so natural that she almost blurted them out.

…

While Maka was still trying to wake up the fat young man, Harry and the others were studying together in the library. The schedule that Hermione made for him and Ron started today, and it was so dense that it was almost impossible to find it.

gap.

As for the other students, some submitted their applications to go home in advance and left last night. And the remaining ones chose to spend their time at Hogwarts... to put it simply, they are "all busy with their own affairs."

Neville and Hannah got together to review the history of magic. Look at the two brothers and sisters in trouble, their learning efficiency is usually appallingly low; Luna and Hermione were looking through the spells that Maka had given everyone in the past.

According to the information, it seems that the two of them are trying to improve their spell casting skills.

It is worth mentioning that Ginny happened to come in from the library door at this moment. She glanced around and then walked straight towards Harry.

"...Harry? Harry...I'm talking to you! Harry...are you listening?"

"Well?"

Harry, who was buried among the piles of books and parchment rolls, seemed to hear something. He turned around with a confused look, only to find that Ginny had already sat down on the seat next to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." he said, "These test points made me dizzy. I didn't hear just now...did you say something to me?"

Harry said and twisted his neck again, causing his cervical vertebrae to crackle.

"Well...it's actually nothing," Ginny shook her head and smiled at him, "Studying is very important! But you should also pay attention to rest?"

Harry curled his lips helplessly, pulled out the timetable from under the book, and gently placed it in front of Ginny.

"Look, Ron and I each have one copy of the holiday review schedule that Hermione made for us -" he said, suddenly looking at Ginny's head again, and couldn't help laughing and said, "You girls

Is this hairstyle popular now?”

Somehow, Ginny's red hair was now a mess, as if it had been rubbed hard by a pair of hands, making her look like an angry lion.

"Ah!" Ginny was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly combed her hair with her hands, and kept explaining, "A few of our reserve team members were practicing on the Quidditch field just now! It just ended..."

"Oh...hey," Harry nodded understandingly, and then said with a grimace, "That sounds good, ugh...I really want to fly outside for a couple of laps, really, just two laps...

Tell me quickly, what have you been practicing?"

"Just some basic tactical moves..." Ginny said, "The only accident was Jack Sloper. In the end, everyone sent him to the school hospital. It was because of this that I forgot to fix my hair..."

"He's hurt?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Well, actually we don't know very well, but I think he was probably knocked unconscious by his own bat?" She sighed softly, "His technique is not very good, I think he should be very good.

It’s difficult to be promoted to a regular team member.”

At this point, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and made a "wait a minute" gesture to Harry. Then, she reached out and picked up a box wrapped in brown paper from the chair next to her, and put it in

placed it in front of Harry.

"Mom sent it, and there are Easter eggs inside." Ginny said, "I just counted them, and each of us has one... Maka's mother seems to have sent it separately... Come on, you pick one too.

"

Harry blinked as he looked at the box, then carefully reached in and took out a beautiful chocolate egg. The eggshell was coated with brightly colored syrup, and there were some golden snitches made of icing.

, looks delicate and shiny.

He held the easter egg in his hand and looked around, and suddenly found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and a sour and dull feeling surged up from the bottom of his heart.

"Harry?" Ginny saw that something was wrong with his expression and called him with concern.

"I'm fine..."

Harry's voice was hoarse and his throat hurt from the pain.