Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Hall... Homunculus? Dwarf? Gnome?"

When Sarah whispered the word, Maca's expression seemed a little puzzled.Of course he had heard this word, maybe... when Muggles saw the 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.

"……Cyborg."

Maca read the answer softly.

"Yes," Sarah nodded silently, "If the Philosopher’s Stone is the culmination of material refining, artificial souls are the pinnacle of spiritual refining... and when alchemy dolls are injected into the soul, they are no longer alchemy. It’s a doll, but a brand new life..."

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

"Life..." Maca was silent for a while, before saying again, "Then, who...well,'made' you?"

This kind of statement is undoubtedly very awkward, especially when it is impossible to 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 figure out what kind of mental activity it will have without a good understanding of manufacturing principles.

But Sarah herself didn't seem to care.

"It's Phillips, a paranoid fool..." She smiled plainly, and on that childish face, this smile seemed to have seen through the world, "Well, it's the Hohenheim family. Ancestors."

"Ah, too..."

Probably the word "artificial human" is too powerful, and Maca only knew it secretly at this time-Sarah was originally from the Hohenheim family, and Hohenheim was also a very famous alchemy master.

However, the creation of artificial humans is something 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, "So it seems that the evaluation of him in the history of magic is still a little lower... just yours. The existence of this is enough to make him comparable to Mr. Le May."

But Maca's feelings did not get Sarah's approval.

"No, the historian of magic is not wrong about Phillips," she stepped aside and sat down directly on the floor. "He is arrogant, conceited, grotesque, and abusive. Although he is talented, he never Willing to listen to the opinions of others. In this world, it is not possible to solve everything by personal talent alone."

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

While speaking, Sarah hugged her bent knee swiftly, as if in this way could she find the courage to continue speaking.

"Then in that hostel in Salzburg, I, the defective product he made by himself, ended his life in a hurry."

"You killed him?" Macalho asked in surprise.

"Yes," Sarah's voice suddenly trembles. Although it is only that small, it seems so clear in this quiet responsive room. "Since I know nothing about the world From the moment I opened my eyes, Phillips only spoke to me three times—"

...

In 1541, in a small tower house in 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 in terms of magic.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 today, Phillips' changes are not small.

But in any case, his alchemy knowledge is constantly growing, gradually reaching a peak of his alchemy career.

And his biggest goal now is to solve the supreme problem of alchemy that 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 was shining with dark red light.In the middle of this formation, a petite girl in a thin white robe lay quietly on it, bathed in the red light that throbbed like a heartbeat.

The formation of the body is not a problem for Phillips, and even potions have similar methods of 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 over 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 cost Phillips nearly eight years.Failure is commonplace, and he has been 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 bit by bit.

Today should be the last day. The crystals will be blurred when they touch the body, and 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.

Almost... 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.

It was a pair of azure blue eyes, which looked like two transparent and bright gems, just like Phillips' mother.

In the middle of 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.

Immediately afterwards, she turned her head and looked over as if she 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 was in excitement in this fashion, had 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.If you have to make an analogy, then she is just like a newly born baby, but the body is made to look like a girl at most ten years old.

The girl tilted her head, and more hair swept gently 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 vigorously 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 to vent their emotions in their lives.If the girl he created was normal as a new life, she would instinctively cry out in her throat after opening her eyes.

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

Phillips staggered back a few steps as if he had been smashed head-on by someone, 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 new Sarah just stared at the eccentric uncle in front of her with a plain face.She could feel a sense of intimacy quietly radiating 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, and slapped Sarah in the face.

"Snapped!"

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

This slap was extraordinarily heavy, causing Sarah to collapse on the cold floor. The long hair immediately covered her face, as well as the slightly swollen fingerprints on her delicate cheeks.

But at the next moment, Sarah sat up on the ground again, her azure blue eyes appeared from the slid hair, her eyes still clear and pure.

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

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