Compared with wizards who are always not interested in legends and stories, Muggles are obviously much more serious about history. Although they often have difficulty seeing the truth behind those so-called "legends" due to various natural limitations, faithfully recording them is one of their strengths.
In Muggle accounts, Baal is a West Asian pagan god. And his sister Astra, who was born on the first Sunday after the full moon of the spring equinox, was transformed from a rabbit hatched from an egg.
Yes, even if the Muggles are just using their ordinary eyes to witness the legends that have drifted through history. But no matter what, they did "see it".
In the spring of the thirty-second year after Asta Road disappeared, Baal, who was already in his fifties, made his name known to the country he was in as an alchemist. The driving force that made him achieve such achievements was the sacrifice of his sister Astra.
Why Easter is called "Resurrection" is because on that day, a girl who had been dead for thirty-two years really came back to life!
One day after the full moon of the spring equinox, Baal drew an alchemical diagram in the forest surrounding Valkiha Castle. Surrounded by a large number of alchemical symbols, a four-color egg the size of a fire dragon egg appeared. Fine cracks appeared on it. As the crack grew larger, 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 Astra, my dear sister, you are finally back!"
Maka wasn't interested in this drama, which was like a Muggle romance TV show. When Baal and the reborn Astalu hugged each other and cried, he took a few steps forward and stared at the alchemical map on the ground carefully.
At this glance, the doubts in his heart naturally deepened.
"Such a detailed and clear formation, it's really hard to forget and have doubts!" Maka muttered, while looking back at Sarah, "Don't you think so?"
But the little girl just glanced at him with a "who cares about you" look and said nothing else.
Maka smiled helplessly and said: "Okay! Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you. But don't forget, I'm really curious about this... If you want to say it at some point, Remember to tell me first!”
As he said this, his eyes fell on the refining formation carved on the ground again. Although he didn't know much about alchemy, and he couldn't understand the ancient alchemical symbols, it didn't stop him from observing them carefully with interest.
The more he looked at it, the more curious Maka became. After all, just the word "immortality" is enough to make people yearn for it. Wouldn't "resurrection" be even more attractive
You know, even the original Nico Flamel would die if he was seriously injured. The elixir of life could only sustain his body's vitality, but it could not prevent unnatural death from coming suddenly.
but…
"Is there really a way to 'resurrect' people in this world?" While thinking, Maka suddenly muttered.
His words seemed to be talking to himself, but they were not without the meaning of inquiry. As for the knowledge of alchemy that he didn't know much about, although he had never heard of the theory of "resurrection", just because he didn't know it didn't mean it didn't exist.
At this moment, not far behind him, isn't there a little alchemy genius standing
But Maka also knew more or less that she refused to tell the truth even after being asked twice before. With her intelligence and intelligence, she probably wouldn't be tricked into telling the truth this time.
However, this time, he guessed wrong.
"Resurrection does not exist." Sarah said quietly in the shade of the trees behind.
Her words seemed to bring an end to the whole story. When the whole world dispersed again and turned into the endless hazy white mist, Maka felt that her body seemed to be getting closer and closer to her. Just when he suddenly realized that his vision went dark, a few seconds later, he realized that everything in his field of vision was shaking.
"Hey! Maka, what are you thinking about! So focused?"
In front of the bar of the Three Broomsticks, Hagrid was reaching over Slughorn's head and pushing Maka's shoulder. Although it could be seen that he was careful enough, Maka was still connected to the high stool under her buttocks and was pushed to and fro for a while.
"Oh, stop it, Hagrid!"
Maka suddenly came back to consciousness from the previous trance state. As soon as he came back, he quickly asked Hagrid to stop. Otherwise, he would have been knocked down after a while.
In fact, he had already noticed Hagrid's magic power before when he was in the spiritual world built by Sarah. Although he wouldn't feel his body shaking in that state at that time, he could easily guess such a thing.
"Maka, I thought you were cursed!" Hagrid said with a puzzled look on his face, "You just stood there motionless. What's going on?"
"It's nothing," Maka said with a smile, glancing in Sarah's direction intentionally or unintentionally, "I just played a small game with others."
The little girl immediately noticed Maka's eyes - which undoubtedly made her feel even more unhappy.
"What? With whom?"
On the other side, Hagrid asked in confusion.
"I told you it's nothing, so don't ask." Maka waved her hand and patted Slughorn on the back, "Get up! Wake up, it's time for us to go to school - Sarah, You should also wake up your brother quickly!"
"You call it yourself."
Probably because she was used to this kind of conversation with Maka, Sarah's words were so natural that she almost blurted them out.
…
While Maka was still trying to wake up the fat young man, Harry and the others were studying together in the library. The schedule that Hermione made for him and Ron started today, and it was so dense that it was almost impossible to find any gaps.
As for other students, some submitted applications to go home in advance and left last night. As for the remaining ones who choose to live at Hogwarts... in short, they are "all busy with their own affairs".
Neville and Hannah got together to review the history of magic. Look at the two brothers and sisters in trouble, their learning efficiency is usually appallingly low; Luna and Hermione were looking through the spells that Maka had given everyone in the past. According to the information, the two of them seemed to be trying to improve their spell casting skills.
It is worth mentioning that Ginny happened to come in from the library door at this moment. She glanced around and then walked straight towards Harry.
"... Harry? Harry... I'm talking to you! Harry... are you listening?"
"Well?"
Harry, who was buried among the piles of books and parchment rolls, seemed to hear something. He turned around and looked at him blankly, only to find that Ginny had already sat down on the seat next to him.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." he said, "These test points made me dizzy. I didn't hear just now... did you say something to me?"
Harry said, twisting his neck again, causing his cervical vertebrae to crackle.
"Well...it's actually nothing," Ginny shook her head and smiled at him, "Studying is very important! But you should also pay attention to rest?"
Harry curled his lips helplessly, pulled out the timetable from under the book, and gently placed it in front of Ginny.
"Look, Ron and I each have a copy of the holiday review schedule that Hermione made for us -" he said, suddenly looking at Ginny's head again, and couldn't help laughing and said, "You girls are now Is this hairstyle popular?”
Somehow, Ginny's red hair was now a mess, as if it had been rubbed hard by a pair of hands, making her look like an angry lion.
"Ah!" Ginny was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly combed her hair with her hands, and kept explaining, "A few of our reserve players were practicing on the Quidditch field just now! It just ended..."
"Oh... Hey," Harry nodded understandingly, and then said with a grimace, "That sounds good, ugh... I really want to fly outside for two laps, really, just two laps... Come with me. Tell me, what have you practiced?"
"Just some basic tactical moves..." Ginny said, "The only accident was Jack Sloper. In the end, everyone sent him to the school hospital. It was because of this that I forgot to fix my hair..."
"He's hurt?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Well, actually we don't know very well, but I think he was probably knocked unconscious by his own bat?" She sighed softly, "His skills are not very good, I think he should be very good. It’s difficult to be promoted to a regular team member.”
At this point, 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 brown paper from the chair next to her, and placed it in front of Harry.
"Mom sent it, and it contains Easter eggs." Ginny said, "I just counted them, and each of us has one... Maka's mother seems to have sent it separately... Come on, you can pick one too."
Harry blinked at the box, then carefully reached in and took out a beautiful chocolate egg. The eggshell is coated with brightly colored syrup, and there are some golden snitches made of icing, which look delicate and shiny.
He held the egg with his hand and looked around, and suddenly he found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and a sour and dull feeling surged up from the bottom of his heart.
"Harry?" Ginny saw something was wrong with his expression and called him with concern.
"I'm fine..."
Harry's voice was hoarse and his throat was sore.