Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 707: The Birth of a Girl

　　"Hall...Homunculus? Dwarf? Dwarf?"

　　 The moment Sarah whispered the word, Maca's expression seemed a little puzzled. Of course he had heard this word, maybe... when Muggles saw those goblins in Gringotts, this word would blurt out subconsciously.

　　 However, after Sarah nodded slightly, she shook her head again.

　　"'Hormonks' is a special term in alchemy. Although it has other meanings in other places, in alchemy, it has only one meaning..."

　　 At this point, Sarah slightly opened her arms and looked up at Maca as if she was showing herself.

　　 "...the artificial man."

　　Maca read the answer softly.

　　 "Yes," Sarah nodded silently, "If the Philosopher’s Stone is the culmination of material refinement, artificial souls are the pinnacle of spiritual refinement... But when alchemy dolls are injected with souls, they don’t It’s an alchemy doll again, but a brand new life..."

　　 When she said this, her expression was still calm, but a faint loneliness appeared again. Regarding her confession, Maca didn't know what expression to respond to for a while.

　　 "Life..." Maca was silent for a while before saying again, "Then, who...well, did you ‘make’ you?"

　　 This kind of statement is undoubtedly very awkward, especially when you can't figure out what the listener is thinking. What kind of psychological activity an artificial human made by an alchemist will have, at least Maca can hardly think of it without a very good understanding of the manufacturing principles.

　　 But Sarah herself didn't seem to care.

　　 "It's Phillips, a paranoid fool..." She smiled plainly, but on that childish face, this smile seemed to be an old man who had seen through the world, "Well, that is The ancestors of the Hohenheim family."

　　 "Ah, also..."

　　 is probably the word "artificial man" is too impactful, and Maca only then knew it secretly-Sarah was originally from the Hohenheim family, and Hohenheim was also a very famous alchemist. Master of art.

　　 However, the creation of an artificial human is really something that no one dares to imagine easily.

　　 "I remember, he was born more than a hundred years later than Nicole Le May?" Maca couldn't help sighing, "In this way, the evaluation of him in the history of magic is still lower... Your presence is enough to make him comparable to Mr. Le May."

　　Maka’s feelings did not get Sarah’s approval.

　　 "No, the magical historian's evaluation of Phillips is not wrong," she stepped aside and sat down directly on the floor. "He is arrogant, conceited, grotesque, and bad-spoken. Although very talented, but But he has never been willing to listen to the opinions of others. In this world, it is not just individual talents that can solve everything."

　　"...So, he made a defective product like me, and then..."

　　 As she talked, Sarah hugged her bent knees completely, as if in this way could she find the courage to continue speaking.

　　"Then in that hostel in Salzburg, I was hand-made by him as a defective product, and his life was hurriedly ended."

　　 "Did you kill him?" Macalho said in surprise.

　　 "Yes," Sarah's voice suddenly trembles. Although it is only that small, it appears so clear in this quiet responsive room, "I have never known this world. From the moment I opened my eyes, Phillips only spoke to me three times—"

　　……

　　 1541, in a small tower house on the northern outskirts of Salzburg.

　　 In less than two months, Phillips should be 48 years old. But this man left his wife and children in his hometown of Switzerland, and was alone for more than twenty years.

　　He is a Muggle-born wizard, and his ability is not outstanding as far as magic is concerned. However, God gave him a great alchemy talent.

　　 Since the day of graduation, he has bid farewell to his family and embarked on a journey of seeking the ultimate in alchemy.

　　 From the initial visits to other alchemists, to the harsh denial of other scholars now, Phillips's changes are not small.

　　 But anyway, his alchemy knowledge is constantly growing, gradually reaching a peak of his alchemy career.

　　 And his biggest goal now is to solve the highest problem of alchemy that only exists in ancient legends-the making of artificial souls.

　　 At this moment, right in the center of this room, an extremely complex and delicate formation is shining with dark red light. And in the middle of this formation, a petite girl wearing only a thin white robe lay quietly on it, bathed in the red light that throbbed like a heartbeat.

The making of the body shell is not a problem for Phillips, and even potions have similar methods for making the human body. The only question is whether the gift of artificial soul can be successful in one fell swoop.

　　 The little crystal with sparkling red light hung above the girl's body, sinking little by little with the passage of time-so far, everything has gone smoothly.

　　 In fact, just such a man-made soul crystallization took Phillips nearly eight years. Failure is commonplace, and he is already mentally prepared to spend more time, but at this moment, his heart is still throbbing.

　　"This time, we must succeed—"

　　 Phillips gritted his teeth and stared at the crystal, just watching it sink.

　　 Today should be the last day. The crystal will be blurred when it touches the body, and it will be completely integrated into the girl's body. Then, it was Phillips who had been waiting for the girl's awakening for almost eight years.

　　 is coming soon...almost...almost...

　　 Suddenly, an invisible wave suddenly spread out in a self-contained formation, knocking Phillips to the ground. But he didn't have the thought of getting up again, because at this moment, he saw the girl's eyelids twitch slightly.

　　 Those are a pair of azure blue eyes, which look like two transparent and bright gems, just like Phillips' mother.

　　During the formation, the girl who was lying flat on the floor slowly sat up, rubbing her distressed eyes as if she had just woke up.

　　 Then, she turned her head and looked over as if she had noticed another person nearby. At the same time, her long light linen hair slipped gently down her shoulders, covering her slender and white arms.

　　 Phillips, who is in the excitement of this fashion, has not noticed a small but unignorable anomaly. He just hurriedly opened his eyes wide, trying to carve this scene deeply into his heart.

　　 "Sarah...your name is Sarah!"

　　 This is the first sentence the girl has heard since she was born, but unfortunately, she still doesn't understand anything now. If you have to make an analogy, then she is the same as a newly born baby, but the body is made into the appearance of a girl who is at most ten years old.

　　 The girl tilted her head, and more of her hair gently swept across the ground behind her, spreading out on the floor.

　　 Phillips looked at the girl in front of him and took a few deep breaths. Since this room hadn't been opened for many days, the air in the room was extremely muddy, but he didn't have the time to care about it.

　　 Now, he just wants to appreciate his masterpiece, because this may be the peak moment he can reach as an alchemist.

　　 But when he stood up hard and wanted to take a closer look, a question suddenly flashed through his mind-why didn't she cry?

　　Even any Muggle knows that the first thing a newborn baby does is cry out loud. Of course, this is a phenomenon caused by the emergence of a newborn from the mother's womb and the need for the first breath. Artificial humans do not have this problem.

　　 However, as a baby’s instinct, crying is also the first way they will vent their emotions in their lives. If the girl he created was normal as a new life, she would instinctively start crying after opening her eyes.

　　 "Is there something wrong... No, it's impossible... The most difficult step is already successful. How come... Damn... Why!"

　　 Phillips is like being hit by someone head-on~ IndoMTL.com~ staggered back a few steps, and fell to the floor again. He muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, mixed with various emotions on his face.

　　 Opposite him, the newly born Sarah just stared at the eccentric uncle in front of her with a plain face. She could feel a sense of intimacy radiating silently from the other party, which made her still ignorant and feel a little relieved.

　　 After a long time, Phillips suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Sarah's face. He lay down on all fours like crazy, slapped Sarah's face with a slap.

　　 "Pop!"

　　"Cry! Cry me! No — even if you don’t cry, you can fight back! You can be angry — you see, if I hit you, don’t you know that you are angry? Don’t you be afraid? You ——"

　　 This slap was extremely heavy, and Sarah fell on the cold floor all at once. The long hair immediately covered her face, and also covered the slight swelling on her delicate cheeks. Fingerprints.

　　 But in the next moment, Sarah sat up on the ground again, her azure blue eyes emerged from the slipped hair, her eyes still clear and pure.

　　In that sight, Phillips' fist fell heavily on the floor.

　　

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