Harry Potter Morning Light

"The Protestants aren't that bad." After a long stalemate, Snape said, "Do you know the village of Yam? It's the village where everyone voluntarily left behind when the plague came."

The secretary-general sighed, "Let's go."

"I can't go like this. You said it, the demonic effect." Snape said, "Leaving a bad impression. Next time you see other Protestants or wizards, you have to think badly about them."

"We're still working together, and we're going to the party at night," Gianluca said. "Don't forget the common enemy, pastor."

"I don't know if I hate the devil more or the Protestants."

"I'm not..." Under the glare of the secretary-general, the wizard shut up.

"We want to save Venice," Gianluca said, "from actually sinking like the scientists predicted."

"That's not a prophecy!" the secretary-general roared.

"Well, forecast!" Gianluca compromised. "Do you want Venice to sink, Priest?"

"Do you think saving a city can save the world?" the pastor sneered.

"As long as we can stop the rise of the Adriatic Sea, I think it is very promising," Gianluca said.

The pastor slumped himself in a chair, covering his face with his hands.

"Stop dreaming, boy."

"If the sea level rises, the coastal areas will be flooded, just like in the Middle Ages because the temperature was too low, farmers had to leave their land, and the overcrowded population would exacerbate social tensions, right?" Gianluca asked.

"Every time the temperature drops, the nomads will attack the farmers in the warmer areas." Snape said, "Everyone's living space becomes smaller because of the weather. Everyone wants their own territory to be wider, and they argue with each other."

"Then, to report false accusations to the relevant departments for revenge." Gianluca said, "In the past, the Council of Ten often received such reports, and I believe the Inquisition will also receive many."

"Not as many as you think. There are many villages in remote areas that set up private village courts. Farmers..."

"I think farmers also have insights." Gianluca said, "I have many classmates who major in agronomy."

"They're not that kind of peasants." The Secretary-General said coldly. "As many people died in the witch trial as they were burned at the stake. The Inquisition monopolized the witch trial to prevent this phenomenon."

"The abuse of punishment is as terrible as the abuse of the Dark Arts," said Snape. "I used to work for the Anti-Dark Arts League."

The pastor laughed.

"you?"

"I'm their spy, as you've asked me to be," said Snape. "I'm after freedom of conscience."

Both the priest and Gianluca looked at the wizard strangely.

"My God, the dark wizard actually has a conscience?" The priest murmured, "The sun revolves around the earth now?"

"I'm the only one among the dark wizards who can use the guardian of the gods." Snape said, "that's what you call the patron saint of shamans."

"Why did you tell him!" Gianluca said coldly.

"Because communication requires sincerity," Snape said, "sincerity requires telling the truth!"

"That's the 'white magic' you are best at, isn't it?" the priest smiled bitterly.

"No matter what quarrel you have with the shaman, the patron saint has a protective effect."

"That's the spirit of an animal," said the priest.

"Hell, you will think that the guardian spirits in human form are manifested by angels again."

"Swans are beautiful," Gianluca said. "I heard that your wife's guardian spirit is a swan. What is yours? A snake?"

"What was his wife like?" asked the pastor.

"She has better options," Gianluca said. "It's like a toad eating a swan."

"She called me 'Prince'." The wizard gritted his teeth and smiled.

"The Frog Prince?" the priest sneered.

Snape sighed "Can we continue talking?"

"What do you want, wizard?" the priest said deadpan.

"If one day my godson takes refuge in Venice, you will be responsible for protecting him," Snape said. "An enemy's enemy is a friend."

"Do you know how ridiculous your request is?" said the priest. "You asked us to protect a wizard?"

"No, to protect a religious wizard who is a doctor and can help you treat patients," Snape said.

"You are crazy."

"Not as crazy as a man possessed."

"You are the ones who possessed the evil spirits on believers!"

"Damn it, we're back again..."

"Do you drink coffee?" Gianluca took out the phone and asked, "With a little tip, Flora Cafe will provide delivery service."

The quarreling priests and wizards fell silent.

"A glass of espresso," said the pastor.

"Same," said the wizard. "I'm hungry."

So Gianluca picked up the phone and started ordering food. The wizard and the priest had a temporary truce, but they kept staring at each other.

"Modern life is still good. The convenience of transportation makes the villages less closed." After putting down the phone, Gianluca said.

"No, it's not what you think." The Secretary-General patted the documents on the table and said, "Serial killers have replaced Jack the Wizard and become the new myth of the times."

"There are always people who don't follow the rules and take the risk of violating discipline." Snape said with a grin. "The Franciscans also threaten little girls with whips if they don't obey?"

"In the past, I used to smoke a meal as a Christmas gift at Christmas, but it's not like this now. Compared with being taught a lesson, of course I prefer the one who is given candy."

The Secretary-General seemed to miss the days when he could smoke the rascals, and he might actually be good friends with Squib Filch.

"Have you ever tried staying in a boarding school with a thousand teenagers?" Snape pointed at his hooked nose. "It's like living in hell, but that's my daily life!"

"Do you know how many people use Ouija boards to get themselves into trouble every year?"

"There are also expeditions to the island of Bolivia." Gianluca added, staring at his phone.

"There are also haunted house adventures, worshiping demons in the middle of the night, do you want to exchange with me?" The secretary-general said with wide-eyed eyes.

"I changed my mind. There is a violin enchanted by black magic, and six Muggle souls are imprisoned in it..."

"This is your real purpose, right? Let us take over this." The Secretary-General looked as if I had seen through everything. "Leave the troublesome things to us."

"I could have put it on the street too." Snape pursed his lips. "Guess who gave it to me?"

"You can tell me directly, otherwise don't say it, don't make people appetite."

"It's Lorraine of Hesse, I know, they have fallen, but there is a wizard in their family."

"We don't want to intensify the conflict, especially now when the Pope changes." The Secretary-General said, "The devil often possesses the weak."

"You are afraid of..."

"I'm not afraid of anything!" the Secretary-General interrupted Snape. "Besides, there are brothers who keep the Vatican and the Pope safe."

"Could the fat friar you speak of be of the Waldenses?" Gianluca asked Snape. "They are the only sect in existence that has ever been accused of witchcraft."

"I don't know," said Snape. "Waldenses are monastics too?"

"It has nothing to do with you, wizard." The Secretary-General said blankly.

"Waldo, like St. Anthony, was one of the rich merchants of Lyons, but socially speaking he was only a newly minted rich man, while Lyon and its environs were at that time under the control of the local archbishop, The archbishop and the priests of the church branch shared religious and political power. Those priests were feudal nobles, and they all hoped to gain material benefits from the status of priests. Indeed, many bishops and priests took advantage of hunting wizards to collect wealth. Gianluca looked the Secretary-General in the eye and said, "There are some bishops who are very corrupt."

"But he gave up his fortune and didn't see the peace he bought, and he was accused of heresy," Snape said.

"If exorcists are going to be trained, who trains them?" Gianluca asked.

"I can't answer you." The secretary-general leaned back in his chair comfortably and said, "I'm just a little parish priest, and people of my level can't know this question."

"During the famine, Waldo spent three days a week distributing food to the needy, and one day he was among the crowds listening to a bard recite a popular French poem about a man named The story of the merchant of Alexis who renounced family and possessions to live the apostolic Christian life as a dervish. No one can be a slave to two masters, you cannot serve money and God at the same time, joined Waldo That's what the Lombards of the sect say, and there's another rumor."

"That's just a rumor, it can't be true!" The secretary-general said, "Stop talking, young man."

"I want to hear it," Snape said to Gianluca, to which the Secretary General seemed indifferent, as if he couldn't hear what they were saying.

"The bard is the savior himself, and Waldo is the thirteenth apostle." Gianluca said, "The Waldenses only obey God, not people. As long as they follow the instructions of Matthew, anyone can To preach, even laymen and women, does not require the authorization of the Church. This touches on the authority of the Church, goes further and further away from the Church, and finally the Waldenses were excommunicated by Pope Lucius III from the Catholic Church and classified as heresies ranks."

Snape whistled a flirtatious "He put himself on an equal footing with Peter, both apostles?"

"It was a crazy time." Gianluca said, "There is a serious wealth gap, and a lot of wealth in society is in the hands of church people. As a businessman with no status, it is normal to be dissatisfied with the existence of the church."

"When Christ returns, it will be the time of final judgment."

"You said it yourself, it's like living in hell," Gianluca said. "The Last Judgment is over, maybe this is what hell looks like."

Snape looked at the scenery outside the window, Venice under the blue sky and white clouds looked beautiful, how could it be hell?

"It's really ridiculous." He closed his earplugs and listened to the spell while speaking, "It's really ridiculous."