Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Muggle’s attitude toward history is obviously much more serious than the wizards who are not always interested in legendary stories. Although they are often difficult to see the truth behind the so-called “legends” because of their natural limitations, it is one of their strengths to record them faithfully.

In the description of muggle, Baal is a god of paganism in West Asia. And the younger sister Yasita Road, which was born on the first Sunday after the spring equinox, was changed from a rabbit hatched from the egg.

Yes, even the muggles are just using their pair of ordinary eyes, witnessing each and everyone’s Legendary from the long history. But in any case, they are indeed “seeing”.

In the spring of the thirty-second year after the disappearance of Yasta Road, Baal, who was in his fifties, was the Alchemist and asked his country to remember his name. The motivation that made him such an achievement was the sacrifice of his younger sister Yasita Road.

Why is Easter named in the name of “Resurrection” because on that day, a young girl who died for thirty-two years is really resurrected!

On a day after the spring equinox, Baal drew an alchemy map in the forest surrounded by the castle of Valkydha, and surrounded by a large number of alchemy symbols, a dragon egg-sized four-color egg A fine crack appeared on it. As the cracks grew larger, a pure white hare jumped out of the eggshell and turned into a beautiful and beautiful young girl in front of Baal.

“big brother.”

“Oh – my Yasita Road, my dear younger sister, you are finally back!”

Marx is not a fan of this kind of drama like the muggle. When Baal and Yasita Road, who regained the new student, were weeping, he walked a few steps and stared at the alchemy map on the ground.

This time, the doubts in his heart are naturally deeper.

“It’s so hard to think of such a meticulous refinement!” Marx whispered as he looked back and looked at Sarah. “Are you saying?”

But the little girl just glanced at him with a kind of “who cares you”, and there is no other indication.

Marx helpless laughed and said: “Okay! Since you don’t want to say, then I won’t force you. But don’t forget, I am really curious about this… If you want to say it, remember first tell me!”

He said this on his mouth, and his gaze fell again on the ground. Although he did not quite understand alchemy, the ancient alchemy symbol could not understand it, but it did not prevent him from watching it with great interest.

The more you look at it, the more curious you are in Marx’s heart. After all, the word “longevity” is enough to make people want to be fascinated. Isn’t “resurrection” more attractive?

You know, even the original Nicholas Flamel, who suffered serious injuries, will die. Immortality medicine can only continue his vitality that’s all, can not stop the unnatural death suddenly.

but……

“Is there really a way to make people ‘resurrect’ in this world?” Marx suddenly groaned as he thought about it.

His words seem to be talking to himself, but they are not without inquiry. In the knowledge of alchemy that he does not know well, although he has never heard of the resurrection theory of resurrection, he does not know or does not mean that it does not exist.

Not far behind him, isn’t he standing a little alchemy genius?

However, Marx is somewhat clear. She has not asked her twice before, and she is not smart enough to be lustful.

However, this time, he guessed wrong.

“The resurrection does not exist.” Sarah was in the shade of the trees behind, faintly authentic.

Her words seem to be a full stop for the whole story. As the whole world re-opens and turns into the endless white mist, Marx feels that his body is getting closer and closer to himself. Just when he suddenly noticed that it was dark, after a few seconds, he found that everything in the field of vision was constantly swaying.

“Hey! Marx, what are you thinking about! So focused?”

In front of the bar at the Three Broomsticks Inn, Hagrid was reaching over the head of the Slughorn and pushing the shoulders of Marx. Although he can see that he is cautious enough, Marx is still connected to the high stool under the buttocks, and he is pushed for a while.

“Oh, don’t shake it, Hagrid!”

Marx suddenly returned to the previous state, and he came back and quickly let Hagrid live. Otherwise, he should be directly swayed after a while.

In fact, when he was in the spiritual world built by Sarah, he realized the magic power of Hagrid. Although he did not feel the shaking of his body in that state at the time, he could know this kind of thing at random.

“Marx, I thought you were cursed!” Hagrid looked puzzled. “Hey, there is no motion, what the hell is it?”

“Nothing,” Marx smiled and glanced at Sarah intentionally or unintentionally. “It’s just playing a small game with others.”

The little girl immediately noticed Marx’s eyes – which undoubtedly made her heart less happy.

“What? With whom?”

On the other side, Hagrid asked wonderingly.

“I have nothing to say, you don’t ask.” Marx waved his hand and patted the back of Slughorn. “Get up! Wake up, we should be school – Sarah, you also hurry up Call your big brother!”

“You call yourself.”

Probably already accustomed to this dialogue mode with Marx, Sarah’s sentence is unusually natural, almost blurted out.

……

While Marx was still trying to wake up the fat Young Master, Harry had a review in the library. Hermione’s timeline for him and Ron started today, and there is almost no gap in the densely packed.

As for the other students, some submitted the application for returning home in advance and left last night. And the rest of those who chose to go to Hogwarts… In short, it’s “all busy.”

Neville and Hannah went together to review A History of Magic, and the pair of brothers and sisters, the learning efficiency is mostly low and horrible; Luna is looking at Hermione with the curse that Marx sent to everyone. The two of them seem to be trying to make their spells even further.

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

“…Harry? Harry…I am talking to you! Harry… are you listening?”

“Well?”

Harry, who was buried in the piles of books and the parchment volume, seemed to hear something. He turned his head and stunned and found that Ginny had sat down on the seat next to him.

“Oh, sorry…” he said. “These test points made my head faint. I didn’t hear it… Did you tell me something?”

Harry said, twisting his neck again, and the cervical vertebrae slammed.

“Well… actually nothing,” Ginny shook his head and smiled at him. “Learning is very important! Can you pay attention to rest?”

Harry helpless curls one’s lip horn, draws out the timeline that was pressed under the book, and gently put it in front of Ginny.

“Hey, Hermione gave us a vacation review schedule, and I had a copy of each of Ron–” he said, and suddenly looked at Ginny’s head and couldn’t help but laugh. “You girls are now popular. Hair style?”

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

“Ah!” Ginny paused, and then quickly combed his hair with his hands. The mouth kept explaining, “We just prepared a few team members to practice at Quiddich! Just finished…”

“Oh…hey,” Harry said, nodded, and then bitterly said, “This sounds good, oh… I want to fly outside for two laps, really, just two laps… fast. Tell me about it, what have you done?”

“It’s just some basic tactical action…” Ginny said. “The only accident was Jack Slapper. Finally, everyone sent him to the school hospital. It was because of this that I forgot to organize my hair…”

“Is he injured?” Harry was surprised.

“Oh, actually, we don’t know much, but I think, is he probably stunned by his own bat?” She sighed softly. “His technique is not very good. I think he should be difficult to promote to Official team member.”

Having said that, she seems to have suddenly thought of something and made a “wait a minute” gesture toward Harry. Immediately afterwards, she reached out and picked up a box wrapped in kraft paper from the chair next to it and placed it in front of Harry.

“Mother sent it, there are Easter eggs inside.” Ginny said, “I just counted, we all have… Marx over there seems to be another one… Come, you pick one.”

Harry looked at the box and blinked, then carefully pushed his hand in and took out a beautiful chocolate egg from it. The eggshell is coated with brightly colored syrup, and some golden snitch made of icing, looks refined and shiny.

He held the egg around his hand and licked it. He suddenly found his throat as if it had been blocked by something. A sour and dull feeling came from the bottom of his heart.

“Harry?” Ginny looked at his expression a little bit wrong and called him with concern.

“I’m fine…”

Harry’s voice was a little hoarse, and his throat was sore.