Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Sarah ... your name is Sarah!"

When she woke up in this world, the 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 later that her birth was of great significance to creating her own master.

Yes, at least when the two first looked at each other for the first time.

"Crying! Cry me!"

Born to be flawed and completely unemotional-the failure of the alchemy works put Sarah's creator Phillips into mania. The first time Sarah felt in this world was not a warm hug from her family, but an unreserved slap.

To this day, she still clearly remembers that the slap was very painful, very painful, and she felt a little overwhelmed. However, the pain did not evoke any emotions, because she had no emotions at all.

So the owner went crazy.

For three days, Sarah followed her master, watching the world quietly, and watching him quietly. Those three days didn't make much sense to Sarah, she just followed silently, and nothing more.

The master is studying alchemy, then she stares at the other side, and looks dazed; the master is too tired to study, plus many times of turbulence and lethargy, then she also learns to lie on the side. She woke up and drank a glass of water, then continued to devote herself to ecstasy research, so she also tried to take a dirty glass and took a sip.

Alas, the water is smelly.

So, yes ... Sarah was meaningless in the first three days of being "born" in this world.

Except for the third night, that last moment--

"kill me!"

This was the third sentence that the host said to her after giving her life ... The order that could not be refused made Sarah, who was still ignorant at that time, picked up the sharp knife and cut the host's throat with her hands.

"Phillips?"

For some reason, these stale memories swelled from the bottom of my heart, and lingered in Sarah's mind.

Wasn't he still trying to perceive the power inside the door according to Mr. McLean's suggestion? Where am I now? Why do you think of these things?

"... Phillips."

Sarah suddenly felt that something else was gradually coming out with these memories-it was a very surging, very turbulent, and very oppressive feeling.

Sarah began to subconsciously call the owner's name, Phillips von Hornheim.

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

Every time I meditated on that name in my heart, the sudden feeling became stronger and stronger, unceasingly stimulating Sarah's tighter and tighter nerves.

"Is this ... 'love'?"

Suddenly, Sarah couldn't help whispering to herself:

"Phillips, I miss you."

...

Is this love?

I don't know, Maca wasn't quite sure.

The so-called "love" has many different forms. It can be cheerful or sad. The form of the relationship between Sarah and her creator Phillips should not be asserted.

Therefore, Maca just stared calmly at Sarah, her eyes closed slightly, listening to her muttering and speaking to herself alone.

A moment later, Sarah slowly opened her eyes again, retracted the palm on the door, and touched her already wet cheek.

For a long while, Sarah turned her head slightly, looking at Maca:

"I cried?"

"It looks like this," Maca nodded, "and there was a lot of tears-remember to drink some water and add some water later."

"I'm crying ..." Sarah ignored the joke behind Maca, as if she was still immersed in that peculiar feeling, sternly, "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 of that year had long disappeared, but the hot pain felt as if it had never gone away.

His master left her only three sentences in his life, and the three sentences represented three orders. To this day, she has finally done the only one that failed.

"But," Sarah said after a while, "Mr. McLean, it doesn't feel good ... 'affections', it seems a little--"

"It's a bit scary, isn't it?" Marka said. "That's why Dumbledore said that it might be the most powerful and terrible force in the world-although it's not the 'most powerful' yet. Well, apart from that, I really agree with the professor's point of view. "

Sarah heard the words, nodded, and then said:

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

"Oh, no, it's not that easy." Maca shook her head immediately. "Do you feel it now, do you still have that feeling?"

"Hmm ..." Sarah closed her eyes and pondered for a while, then she said, "It doesn't seem to be there anymore. It feels like an empty piece in my heart."

"So, this is just to let you take this opportunity to get used to it first. To really fill your soul, you have to wait for me to fully understand this room before seeing if it can be done."

"is it?"

Sarah blinked, then raised her hand and wiped her face with her sleeves, and then she felt like she was a little greedy when she had emotions ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and reached out to the black door again.

"Wait," Maca grabbed her hand with a swift eye, and "I said earlier, don't get too immersed in it-'love' can also be a 'sin'."

"But ... I miss him."

Looking at Sarah's awkward but still clear eyes that said this, somehow, Marca thought of Luna, who had similar eyes.

After a slight pause, he reached out and touched Sarah's head, smiling:

"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 in the future, when you truly have the feelings of being a human, I will I hope you will not be too paranoid, because any kind of emotion is very precious, remember? "

Before the words fell, he turned his head and looked again at the closed black room door.

"Well, let me take a look at what it really is anyway!"