Chapter 616: Harry and the Easter Egg

Compared with those wizards who are not always interested in legends, Muggles' attitude towards history is obviously much more serious. Although it is often difficult for them to see the truth behind the so-called legends due to various natural limitations, it is one of their strengths to faithfully record them.

In Muggle accounts, Baal is a pagan god in West Asia. And his younger sister, Astaru, born on the first Sunday after the full moon, was transformed from a rabbit hatched from an egg.

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

In the spring of the thirty-second year after Astaru disappeared, Baal, who was already in his fifties, made his name remembered by the country he was in as an alchemist. And the driving force that made him achieve such an achievement was the sacrifice of his sister Astalu back then.

The reason why Easter is dubbed resurrection is because on that day, a girl who had been dead for thirty-two years was really resurrected!

On a certain day after the vernal equinox and the full moon, Baal drew an alchemical map in the forest surrounding Valkiha Castle, and surrounded by a large number of alchemical symbols, a four-color egg the size of a fire dragon egg fine cracks appeared. As the crack got 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.

elder brother.

Oh—my Astaru, my dear sister, you're back at last!

Maca didn't like this drama like a Muggle romance TV series. When Baal and the reborn Astaru hugged each other and wept, he took a few steps forward and stared at the alchemy map on the ground carefully.

Seeing this, the doubts in his heart naturally deepened.

It's so detailed and clear that it's hard to think of it! Maka muttered, and looked back at Sarah again.

dont you agree?

But the little girl just glanced at him with a look of who cares about you, and didn't express anything else.

Maca smiled helplessly, and said, Okay! Since you don't want to say it, then I won't force you. But don't forget, I'm really curious about this... If you ever want to say it , remember to tell me first!

As he said so, his eyes once again fell on the refining formation carved on the ground. Although he didn't know much about alchemy, especially the ancient alchemical symbols, but this didn't prevent him from observing it with great interest.

The more he looked at it, the more curious Maka became in his heart. After all, the word longevity alone is enough to make people yearn for it. Isn't resurrection more attractive?

You know, even if it was Nicole Flamel back then, he would die if he was seriously injured. The elixir of life can only extend his physical vitality, but it can't stop the sudden unnatural death.

but……

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

This sentence of his seems to be talking to himself, but it is not without the meaning of asking. As far as he didn't know much about alchemy, although he had never heard of the alchemy theory of resurrection, it didn't mean it didn't exist if he didn't know it.

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

But Maca knew more or less that she refused to tell the truth even after being asked twice before. With her quickness and intelligence, she might not be lured to tell the truth this time.

But this time, he guessed wrong.

Resurrection does not exist. Sarah said faintly in the shade behind the tree.

Her words seemed to put an end to the whole story. When the whole world dissipated again and turned into the endless hazy white mist, Maca felt that his body was getting closer and closer to him. Just when his eyes suddenly went dark, a few seconds later, he found that everything in his field of vision was swaying non-stop.

Hey! Maca, what are you thinking! So focused?

At the bar at the Three Broomsticks, Hagrid was reaching over Slughorn's head and shoving Maca by the shoulder. Although it could be seen that he was already careful enough, Maca was still attached to the high stool under his buttocks, and was pushed back and forth by him for a while.

Oh, stop shaking, Hagrid!

Maca suddenly recovered from the previous trance state, and once he came back, he quickly made Hagrid stop. Otherwise, he would have been knocked down in a while.

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

Maka, I thought you'd been cursed! Hagrid said with a puzzled look on his face, Standing there motionless, what's the matter?

It's nothing. Maca even smiled, and glanced at Sarah intentionally or unintentionally, It's just playing a small game with her.

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

What? With whom?

On the other side, Hagrid asked in bewilderment.

It's nothing, so don't ask. Maca waved his hand, and patted Slughorn on the back by the way, Get up! Sober up, we should go to school—Sarah , you hurry up and wake up your brother too!

Call it yourself.

Probably because she is used to this kind of conversation with Maca, Sarah said this sentence very naturally, almost blurting it out.

...

While Maca was still trying to wake up the fat young master, Harry and the others were reviewing together in the library. Hermione's schedule for him and Ron started today, and it was so dense that there was almost no gap.

As for the other students, some of them submitted their application to go home in advance and left last night. As for the rest of those who chose to live at Hogwarts... To put it simply, everything is busy.

Neville and Hannah got together to review the history of magic. Look at the pair of difficult brothers and sisters. Their learning efficiency is probably horribly low; Luna and Hermione are looking through the magic information that Maca gave everyone before. Well, the two of them seem to be trying to improve their spellcasting skills.

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

...Harry? Harry...I was talking to you! Harry...are you listening?

Well?

Harry, who was buried among the piles of books and parchment scrolls, seemed to hear something. He turned his head to look blankly, but Jinny had already sat down on the seat beside him.

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

As Harry spoke, he twisted his neck again, and his cervical vertebrae rattled and rattled.

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

Harry twitched his lips helplessly, pulled out the timetable that had been pressed under the book, and gently placed it in front of Ginny.

Look, Ron and I each have a copy of the vacation review timetable that Hermione gave us— he said, and suddenly looked up at Ginny's head, and couldn't help laughing, You girls Is this style popular now?

For some reason, Ginny's red eyes were a mess, as if they had been rubbed vigorously with both hands, making her look like an angry lion.

Ah! Ginny was stunned for a moment, then quickly combed her hair with her hands, and continued to explain in her mouth, Just now some of our reserve players were practicing at the Quidditch field! Just finished...

Oh... Hey, Harry nodded knowingly, and then said with a bitter face, That sounds good, oh... I really want to go out and fly a couple of laps, really, just a couple of laps... Tell me quickly, what have you been practicing?

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

Is he hurt? Harry asked in surprise.

Well, we don't really know, but I think he was probably knocked out by his own bat? She sighed softly, His technique is not very good, I think he should be very It’s hard to be promoted to a full-time player.”

Speaking of this, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and made a wait a minute gesture to Harry. Immediately afterwards, she reached out and picked up a box wrapped in kraft paper from the chair next to her, and placed it in front of Harry.

Mom sent them here, and they contained Easter eggs. Ginny said, I counted them just now, and each of us has... Mama over there seems to have sent them separately... Here, you pick one too.

Harry blinked at the box, then carefully reached in and pulled out a beautiful chocolate egg. This eggshell is painted with bright colored syrup and some icing golden snitches for a dainty and shiny look.

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

Harry? Ginny called out to him concernedly, seeing that his expression was a little off.

I'm fine...

Harry's voice was hoarse and his throat was choked.

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