Chapter 617

Muggles are obviously much more serious about history than wizards who are always less interested in legends. Although they are often difficult to see the truth behind the so-called "Legends" because of various natural limitations, faithfully recording them is one of their advantages.

In Muggle accounts, Baal is a pagan god in West Asia. His sister Ashtar Lu, who was born on the first Sunday after the full moon of the spring equinox, was changed from a rabbit hatched from an egg.

Yes, even if Muggles are just using their ordinary eyes to witness the legends swaying through the long river of history. But in any case, they did "see".

In the spring of the thirty second year after yastar road disappeared, Baal, who was in his fifties, made his country remember his name as an alchemist. The motivation for his success was the sacrifice of his sister ashtaru.

The reason why Easter is called "Resurrection" is that on that day, a girl who has been dead for 32 years really resurrected!

One day after the full moon at the spring equinox, Baal drew an alchemy atlas in the forest sea surrounding valkiha fort. Surrounded by a large number of alchemy symbols, there were fine cracks on a four-color colored egg the size of a fire dragon egg. As the crack became bigger and bigger, a pure white hare jumped out of the eggshell and turned into a beautiful girl with a bright smile in front of Baal.

"Brother."

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

Maka doesn't like the drama like Muggle love drama. As Baal and the reborn Ashtar Lu embraced and wept, he took a few steps forward and stared at the alchemy manual on the ground.

At this look, the doubt in his heart naturally deepened.

"It's really difficult for people to think of such a detailed and clear formation!" Marca said, looking back at Sarah. "Don't you think so?"

But the little girl just glanced at him with a kind of "who cares about you", and there was no other expression.

Maka smiled helplessly and said, "well, since you don't want to say it, I won't force you. But don't forget, I'm really curious about it... If you want to say it when, remember to tell me first!"

He said so, and his sight fell again on the refining array engraved on the ground. Although he didn't know much about alchemy, and he couldn't understand the ancient alchemy symbols, it didn't prevent him from observing it with interest.

The more you look at it, the more curious Maka is. After all, the word "longevity" alone is enough to make people aspire to it. Isn't "Resurrection" more attractive?

You know, even if Nicole LeMay was seriously injured, he would die. The elixir of immortality can only continue his physical vitality, but it can't stop the sudden arrival of unnatural death.

But

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

His words seem to be talking to himself, but they are not without the meaning of inquiry. Although he had never heard of the alchemy theory of "Resurrection", his ignorance did not mean that it did not exist.

Right now, not far behind him, isn't there a little alchemical genius standing?

However, Maka was more or less aware that she refused to say it twice before. With her agility and intelligence, she was afraid that she would not be lured out of the truth this time.

This time, however, he guessed wrong.

"Resurrection doesn't exist," Sarah said quietly in the shade behind.

Her words seemed to put an end to the whole story. When the whole world dispersed again and turned into endless hazy white fog, Maka felt that her body seemed to be getting closer and closer to herself. When he suddenly found that his eyes were dark, a few seconds later, he found that everything in his field of vision was constantly wandering.

"Hey! Maka, what are you thinking! So focused?"

In front of the bar of the three brooms bar, Hagrid was putting his hand over Slughorn's head and pushing Marca's shoulder. Although it could be seen that he was careful enough, Maka was still pushed around by him with a high footed round stool under her ass.

"Oh, stop shaking, Hagrid!"

Maka suddenly recovered from her previous trance. As soon as he came back, he quickly let Hagrid hold his hand. Otherwise, he would be shaken down in a moment.

In fact, he had already noticed Hagrid's magic when he was in the spiritual world built by Sarah. Although he didn't feel the shaking of his body in that state at that time, he knew it at random.

"Marca, I thought you were cursed!" Hagrid said with a puzzled look. "Don't move there. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," said Marca with a smile, glancing at Sarah intentionally or unintentionally. "It's just a little game with others."

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

"What? With whom?"

On the other side, Hagrid asked in wonder.

"It's all said. Don't ask." Marca waved her hand and patted Slughorn on the back. "Get up! Wake up, it's time for us to go to school - Sarah, call your brother up quickly!"

"Call yourself."

I'm probably used to this conversation mode with Maka. Sarah's words are very natural and almost blurt out.

……

While Marca was still trying to wake up the fat young master, Harry and they were reviewing in the library. Hermione's timetable for him and Ron began today. There was almost no gap.

As for other students, some submitted their applications to go home in advance and left last night. The rest choose to live in Hogwarts... In short, they are "busy".

Neville and Hannah gather together to review the history of magic. Look at the two difficult brothers and sisters. The learning efficiency is mostly appalling; Luna and Hermione are looking through the spell information sent by Maka. They seem to be trying to make their spell level further.

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

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

"Well?"

Harry, buried in a pile of books and parchments, seemed to hear something. He looked blankly and found that Ginny had sat down in the seat next to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." he said, "these test sites made me dizzy. I didn't hear it just now... Did you say anything to me?"

Harry said, twisting his neck again, and the cervical bones rattled.

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

Harry reluctantly glanced at the corner of his mouth, pulled out the schedule under the book and put it gently in front of Ginny.

"Look, Ron and I each have the holiday review schedule Hermione made for us --" he said, suddenly looking at Ginny's head again and laughing, "is this kind of hairstyle popular among your girls now?"

Somehow, Ginny's red hair was a mess at the moment, as if it had been rubbed hard with both hands, making her look like an angry lion.

"Ah!" Ginny was stunned, then hurriedly combed her hair with her hands, and kept explaining, "just now some of our reserve players were practicing at the Quidditch field! Just finished..."

"Oh... Hey," Harry nodded clearly and said bitterly, "that sounds good, alas... I really want to fly outside for two laps, really, just two laps... Tell me what you've practiced?"

"It's just some basic tactical moves..." Ginny said. "The only accident was Jack Sloper. Finally, everyone sent him to the school hospital. That's why I forgot to tidy my hair..."

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

"Well, actually we don't know much, but I think he was probably knocked unconscious by his own bat?" she sighed gently. "His skills are not very good. I think it should be difficult for him to be promoted to a regular player."

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

"Mom sent it. It's Easter eggs inside," Ginny said. "I just counted it. Each of us has it... It seems that mom sent it separately from Marca... Come on, pick one, too."

Harry looked at the box and blinked. Then he carefully put his hand in it and took out a beautiful chocolate egg from it. The eggshell is coated with bright colored syrup and some Golden Snitch made of sugar coating. It looks exquisite and shiny.

He held the egg in his hand and looked around. Suddenly, he found that his throat was blocked by something. A sour and dull feeling surged from the bottom of his heart.

"Harry?" Ginny called out to him with concern when she saw something wrong with his expression.

"I'm fine..."

Harry's voice was a little hoarse and his throat was choking.