Muggles were obviously much more serious about history than wizards who were always less interested in legends. 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 was a pagan god of Western Asia. His younger sister, Astaraus, who was born on the first Sunday after the full moon of the equinox, was transformed from a rabbit that hatched from an egg.

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

In the spring of the thirty-second year after Astaru's disappearance, Baal, who was already in his fifties, took the form of an alchemist and made his kingdom remember his name. And the impetus that made him so successful was the sacrifice of his sister Astaru.

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

One day after the full moon of the equinox, Baal drew an alchemical map in the forest that surrounded Valkiha Fort, and surrounded by a large number of alchemical symbols, a four-colored egg the size of a fire dragon egg appeared with fine cracks. As the crack grew larger and wider, a pure white hare leaped out of the eggshell and transformed into a beautiful girl with a bright smile in front of Baal.

"Brother."

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

Maca wasn't impressed by the Muggle-like drama of romance dramas. As Baal and the reborn Astaralu hugged each other and wept, he took a few steps forward and stared at the alchemy atlas on the ground.

At this glance, the doubts in his heart naturally deepened.

"Such a detailed and clear refining formation, it's really hard to make people think about it!" Maca muttered as she glanced back at Sarah, "Did you say?" ”

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

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...... If you want to say something, remember to let me know first! ”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the refining array carved into the ground again. Although he didn't know much about alchemy in the first place, and even more so the ancient alchemy symbols, it didn't prevent him from observing them with great interest.

The more she looked at this, the more curious Maca became, after all, the word "immortality" alone is enough to make people yearn for it, and wouldn't "resurrection" be even more attractive?

You know, even Nicol Lemay at the beginning would die if he was seriously injured. The elixir of life only prolongs the vitality of his body, but it can't stop the sudden arrival of unnatural death.

But......

"Is there really a way to 'resurrect' people in this world?" In the midst of her thoughts, Maca suddenly muttered.

His words seem to be talking to himself, but it is not without the meaning of inquiry. As far as he didn't know much about alchemy, although he had never heard of the theory of "resurrection", it didn't mean that he didn't know it.

At this moment, not far behind him, isn't there a little alchemical genius standing?

However, Maca also knew more or less that she had refused to tell her even twice before, and with her cleverness and intelligence, she was afraid that she would not be lured into telling the truth this time.

This time, however, he had guessed wrong.

"There is no resurrection." Sarah was in the shade of the trees behind, quietly.

Her words seem to put an end to the whole story. As the whole world dispersed again, turning into an endless hazy white mist, Maca felt as if her body was getting closer and closer to herself. Just as he suddenly noticed that there was darkness in front of him, after a few seconds, he noticed that everything in his field of vision was constantly flickering.

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

In front of the bar at the Three Broomsticks, Hagrid was reaching over Slughorn's head and nudging Maca's shoulder. Although it was obvious that he was careful enough, Maca still attached a piece of the round stool under his ass and was pushed around by him for a long time.

"Oh, don't shake, Hagrid!"

Maca suddenly came back to her senses from her previous trance, and as soon as he returned, she quickly asked Hagrid to stop his hand. Otherwise, in a few moments he would have been shaken straight down.

In fact, he had already sensed Hagrid's magic when he was in the spiritual world that Sarah had constructed. Although he didn't feel the shaking of his body in that state at that time, this kind of thing can be known by guessing.

"Maka, I thought you were under a curse!" Hagrid said with a puzzled expression, "Stunned and motionless, what the hell is this?" ”

"It's nothing," Maka smiled, glancing at Sarah, intentionally or not, "just playing a little game with someone." ”

The little girl immediately noticed Maca's eyes—which undoubtedly made her feel even more unhappy.

"What? Who to accompany? ”

On the other side, Hagrid asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, don't ask." Maca waved her hand and patted Slughorn on the back by the way, "Get up!" Wake up, we're going to school—Sarah, wake up your brother too!" ”

"You call it yourself."

Probably accustomed to this mode of conversation with Maca, Sarah's words were unusually natural, almost blurted out.

……

While Maca was still trying to wake up the fat young master, Harry and the others were in the library to review. Hermione's schedule for him and Ron started today, and it was so dense that there was barely a gap.

As for the rest of the students, some submitted their applications to go home in advance and left last night. And the rest of the people who choose to live at Hogwarts...... To put it simply, it is "to each his own".

Neville and Hannah get together to review the history of magic, and look at the pair of brothers and sisters, most of them are outrageously inefficient; Luna and Hermione were looking through the spell information that Maca had sent to everyone in the past, and the two of them seemed to be trying to take their spellcasting skills to the next level.

It is worth mentioning that Ginny happened to come in through the door of the library, and she glanced left and right before walking straight to Harry's side.

“…… Harry? Harry...... I'm talking to you! Harry...... Are you listening? ”

"Huh?"

Harry, who was buried in the pile of books and parchment scrolls, seemed to hear something, and he turned his head to look blankly, only to find that Ginny was already seated next to him.

"Oh, sorry......" he said, "I was dizzy from these test centers, I didn't hear it...... Did you tell me something? ”

Harry said, twisting his neck again, and his cervical vertebrae rattled and rattled.

"Hmm...... Not really," Ginny shook her head and smiled at him, "Studying is important! But should you also pay attention to rest? ”

Harry pursed his lips helplessly, pulling out the timetable that had been crushed under the book and gently placing it in front of Ginny.

"Look, Hermione gave us a vacation review schedule, one for each of Ron and I—" he said, suddenly looking at Ginny's head again, and laughing, "Is this hairstyle in fashion for you girls right now?" ”

Somehow, Ginny's red hair was a mess right now, as if it had been rubbed vigorously by a pair of hands, making her look like an angry lion.

"Ahh Ginny was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly combed her hair with her hands, and kept explaining, "A few of our reserve members were practicing at Quidditch just now!" Just finished ......"

"Oh...... Hey," Harry nodded knowingly, then said with a bitter face, "That sounds good, huh...... I really want to go outside and fly twice, really, just two laps...... Tell me, what have you practiced? ”

"It's just basic tactical moves...... Ginny said, "the only accident is Jack Smileer, who ends up being taken to the school hospital." That's why I forgot to fix my hair......"

"He's hurt?" Harry was surprised.

"Well, we don't really know, but I think he probably got knocked unconscious by his own bat?" She sighed softly, "His skills aren't very good, and I think it should be difficult for him to be promoted to a full-fledged player." ”

At this, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and made a "wait" gesture to Harry. Then, she reached down 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 over, and it was an Easter egg inside." "I just counted, and each of us has ...... Maka's mother seems to have sent it separately...... Come, you pick one too. ”

Harry looked at the box and blinked, then carefully reached in and pulled a beautiful chocolate egg out of it. The eggshell is coated with brightly colored syrup and some sugar-coated golden snitch, which looks delicate and shiny.

He looked left and right with the easter egg in his hand, 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 saw that his expression was a little wrong, and hurriedly called him out with concern.

"I'm fine......"

Harry's voice was hoarse, and his throat ached.