harry potter book of crimes

"Hall...Homunculus? Dwarf? Gnome?"

The moment Sarah whispered this word, Maka's expression looked a little confused. Of course he had heard this word before, maybe... when Muggles saw the goblins in Gringotts, this word would be subconscious

blurted out.

However, Sarah nodded slightly and then shook her head.

"'Hallmonks' is a relatively special word in alchemy. Although it has other meanings in other places, in alchemy, it has only one meaning..."

After saying this, Sarah opened her arms slightly and looked up at Maka as if to show off herself.

"……Cyborg."

Maka whispered the answer herself.

"Yes," Sarah nodded silently, "If the magic stone is the pinnacle of material refinement, the artificial soul is the pinnacle of spiritual refinement... And when the alchemy dolls are infused with souls, they are no longer alchemists.

It's not a doll anymore, but a brand new life..."

When she said this, her expression was still calm, but there was a hint of loneliness in it. Regarding her confession, Maka didn't know what expression to use in response to her confession.

.

"Life..." Maka was silent for a while, and then said, "Then, who...well, 'created' you?"

This statement is undoubtedly very awkward, especially when it is impossible to figure out the listener's mind. What kind of psychological activities will an artificial human made by an alchemist have? Without a clear understanding of the manufacturing principle, at least

It's hard for Maka to understand.

But Sarah herself didn't seem to care.

"It's Phillips, a paranoid fool..." She smiled flatly. On her childish face, this smile seemed to be mature enough to see through the world. "Well, that is, the Hohenheim family.

's ancestors."

"Ah, that's right..."

Probably because the word "artificial human" was too impactful, it was only then that Maka secretly understood that Sarah was originally from the Hohenheim family, and Hohenheim was a very famous alchemy master.

However, the creation of artificial humans is something that no one dares to imagine easily.

"I remember that he was born more than a hundred years later than Nico Flamel, right?" Maka couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that his evaluation in the history of magic is still a little low... Just yours

The existence of this fact is enough to put him on par with Mr. Flamel."

But Maka's emotion was not approved by Sarah.

"No, magic historians are not wrong in their evaluation of Phillips." She walked aside and sat down directly on the floor. "He is arrogant, conceited, weird-tempered, and harsh in his words. Although he is very talented, he never

Be willing to listen to other people’s opinions. In this world, not everything can be solved by relying on personal talents alone.”

"...So, he created a defective product like me, and then..."

As she spoke, Sarah hugged her bent knees, as if this could help her find the courage to continue talking.

"Then in that hotel in Salzburg, with me, a defective product made by his own hands, his life ended in a hurry."

"Did you kill him?" Macca said slightly surprised.

"Yes," Sarah's voice suddenly had a hint of tremor. Although it was just a hint, it seemed so clear in the quiet room of requests. "From the moment I opened my eyes, who knew nothing about this world,

From the moment I opened my eyes, Phillips only spoke to me three times——"

…

In 1541, in a small tower house in the northern suburbs of Salzburg.

In less than two months, Phillips will turn 48. However, this man left his wife and children in his hometown of Switzerland and wandered alone for more than 20 years.

He is a Muggle-born wizard. As far as magic is concerned, his abilities are not outstanding. However, God gave him an amazing talent in alchemy.

Since the day he graduated, he said goodbye to his family and embarked on a journey to seek the ultimate in alchemy.

From the initial visits to other alchemists to the current sharp denial of other scholars, Phillips has changed a lot.

But no matter what, his knowledge of alchemy is constantly growing, and he is gradually reaching the pinnacle of his alchemical career.

And his biggest goal now is to solve the supreme problem of alchemy that existed in ancient legends - the making of artificial souls.

At this moment, in the center of the room, an extremely complex and exquisite formation was shining with dark red light. And in the middle of this formation, a petite girl wearing only a thin white robe stood quietly.

Lying quietly on it, your whole body was bathed in the red light that beat like a heartbeat.

The making of the body is not a problem for Phillips, and there are even similar methods for making human bodies in potions. The only question is whether the endowment of artificial souls can be successful in one fell swoop.

The small crystal shining with crystal red light was hanging above the girl's body, sinking down little by little as time went by - so far, everything was going smoothly.

In fact, just such an artificial soul crystal cost Phillips nearly eight years. Failure is commonplace, and he has long been mentally prepared to spend more time, but at this moment, his

My heart is still throbbing.

"This time, we must succeed——"

Phillips gritted his teeth and stared at the crystal, watching it sink down bit by bit.

Today should be the last day. The crystal will become insubstantial when it comes into contact with the body, and will be completely integrated into the girl's body. Then, the girl who Phillips has been waiting for almost eight years will wake up.

It's almost... it's almost... it's still a little bit...

Suddenly, an invisible wave suddenly spread out from the formation, knocking Phillips to the ground. But he had no intention of getting up again, because at this moment, he saw the girl

His eyelids twitched slightly.

They were a pair of turquoise eyes, which looked like two transparent and bright gems, exactly like Phillips' mother.

In the formation formation, the girl who was originally lying on her back slowly sat up with support on the floor and rubbed her sleepy eyes as if she had just woken up.

Then, as if she noticed someone else nearby, she turned her head and looked over. At the same time, her long light flaxen hair gently fell down on her shoulders, covering her slender and white arms.

.

Phillips, who was so excited at this time, had not noticed a small but unignorable anomaly. He just opened his eyes in a hurry, trying to carve this scene deeply into his heart.

"Sarah...your name is Sarah!"

This is the first sentence the girl has heard since she was born, but unfortunately, she still doesn’t understand anything. If we have to use an analogy, then she is equivalent to a newborn baby.

It's just that the body was made to look like a girl who was at most ten years old.

The girl tilted her head, and more hair gently swept across the ground behind her, spreading out on the floor.

Phillips looked at the girl in front of him and took a few deep breaths. Since the windows of this room had not been opened for many days, the air in the room was extremely turbid, but he had no time to care about it.

Now, he just wants to appreciate his masterpiece, because this may be the peak moment he can reach as an alchemist.

But when he stood up vigorously and wanted to take a closer look from a closer distance, a question suddenly flashed through his mind - why didn't she cry?

Even any Muggle knows that the first thing a newborn baby does is burst into tears. Of course, this is a phenomenon caused by the newborn coming out of the mother's womb and needing to breathe for the first time. Androids do not have this problem.

of.

However, as a baby's instinct, crying is also the first way to vent their emotions in their lives. If the girl he created is normal as a new life, she will inevitably instinctively react after opening her eyes.

He cried at the top of his lungs.

"Is there something wrong... No, this is impossible... The most difficult step has been successful. How could it be... damn... why!"

As if someone had hit him head-on with a stick, Phillips suddenly staggered back a few steps and fell to the floor again. He muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear clearly, with a mixture of various emotions on his face.

Such emotions.

Opposite him, the new-born Sarah just looked at the lost and weird uncle in front of her with a dull expression. She could feel a sense of intimacy quietly exuding from him, which Shang still knew nothing about.

She felt a little relieved.

After a long time, Phillips suddenly raised his head again and looked directly at Sarah's face. He lay down on the ground with all four limbs together like crazy, and slapped Sarah directly on the face.

"Snapped!"

"Cry! Cry for me! No - even if you don't cry, you can fight back! You can be angry - you see, I hit you, don't you know how to be angry? Don't you know how to be afraid? You -"

This slap was extremely hard, causing Sarah to fall down on the cold floor. Her long hair immediately covered her face, and also covered the slightly swollen fingerprints on her delicate cheeks.

But at the next moment, Sarah sat up again with her support on the ground, her blue eyes revealed from the hair that had slipped away, her gaze was still clear and pure.

In the sight, Phillips' fist fell heavily on the floor.