Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 971 Love at home

  Someone asked Mother Teresa how to practice unconditional love?

   Mother Teresa said: Go back to love your family, love is to allow the other person to be himself.

  ——The Biography of Mother Teresa

  In Italy, priests are not so uncommon, and you can even meet them when you buy a pizza.

  But at this moment, pedestrians on the street are focusing on a nun.

   Her eyes were surprised and admired, as if she was a star, and she would continue to look even if she passed by. Veronica briefly met with passers-by, then bowed her head like a frightened mimosa and shifted her gaze.

  It's impolite to whistle to the nun, but the Italian guys still booed at Veronica. She glanced at them angrily, but it made them happier.

   "Idiot." Veronica whispered, but his steps were lighter. There was an accordionist on the corner of the street. He was playing a romantic tune. The tone was tender and lingering, and many people were listening.

  Veronica didn't want to join in the fun, so she just walked over.

   "Veronica!?"

  She heard Uncle Fabio’s voice.

  She followed the voice and saw that he was in the crowd watching the performance. He looked up and down the nun clothes on her, and his mouth closed in surprise.

   "Why are you here?"

   "What's the matter with your clothes?"

  The two said in unison.

The person next to    turned their eyes to the two of them, so Fabio took Veronica directly away from the crowd into a small alley.

   "What are you thinking?" Fabio asked after thinking for a long time.

  "Aren't the restaurants busy?" Veronica said to him around.

"answer my question."

   "I said I want to be a nun."

   "Oh, how old were you at that time? Are you 8 years old!"

   "Just because I'm young, don't you take my words seriously?"

   "I wanted to be a singer when I was 8 years old. See what I am doing now?" Fabio said angrily.

Veronica knew that Fabio would play the mandolin, which was taught by Grandpa Diego, but it is now being put in the attic to eat ashes. Fabio stopped after Diego was kicked out of the house. Bounced.

  "Do you remember the picture album that grandma showed us?" Veronica stared into Fabio's eyes and asked, "Do you believe what she said is true?"

   "What is true?"

   "Those magical animals, and wizards."

   Fabio sighed, he looked more anxious.

  "Have you ever wondered why those three spells are called unforgivable spells?" Veronica asked before Fabio spoke, "Avadaso, Heart Drilling, and Imperius."

  "Stop talking about this, go, let's go home." Fabio calmed down. He stretched out his hand and tried to take Veronica's shoulder, but she broke free.

  "Can you forgive grandpa?" Veronica asked.

   "There are many things you don't know."

   "I know." Veronica stared into his eyes and said, "Although you avoid talking about him, you sometimes miss it. We've all heard of it."

   Fabio covered his face with his hands, and asked after a moment, "Why do you suddenly remember to say this?"

  "Have you ever wondered why grandma has never remarried?" Veronica asked sullenly, "Have you ever asked her if she would like to be buried with a specific person?"

"what?"

  "They are all old, have you ever thought of letting them meet in your lifetime?"

   Fabio was speechless, looking up at the sky.

   "You can't forgive him, right? Because of the mistakes he made in the past."

   "It doesn't make sense to say these now."

"From a human point of view, when **** was crucified, he was a complete failure, but Christ said that he succeeded. What people consider noble is an abomination in the eyes of God. It is not that success is God’s will, and God’s will is not to use people. It’s a fate’s arrangement. You are his only son, uncle."

   "He came to you?" Fabio said grimly.

"No, no." Veronica thought of the old man who said that all his family members died in a car accident and were dying of illness and did not forget to play gambling. He was dishonest and lied. "I went to a nursing home yesterday, and my grandmother was about their age. It’s time to think about these issues."

   "That's what I should think about, what do you know about a child."

   "I know, that's why I remind you, what were you doing just now?" Veronica said confidently.

  "I need to rest, can't I listen to the song!"

"You can talk to someone. How long have you not gone to church to confess, uncle?" Veronica paused and said, "If a grain of wheat does not fall into the ground and die, it is a grain. If it falls on When the ground is dead, a lot of seeds will come out. Besides, I just made my first wish, and I still have the opportunity to repent. You don’t need to worry about my affairs. There are more important things that you need to take care of.

   Fabio looked at Veronica with a whole new look.

   "Don't let your mother see you in this suit, she will cry and scream." Fabio said quietly.

   "My clothes are stained with cream, and the nuns borrowed their clothes for me to wear." Veronica showed off her new dress to Fabio like a little girl. "How do I look?"

   "It looks good." Fabio praised and said, "You look dazzling, like a morning star in the sky."

   "Thank you." Veronica reached out and hugged Fabio.

  Fabio also hugged Veronica, reaching out and patted her on the back.

  At this moment, the street performers outside the alley have performed to a stage, and the onlookers began to applaud, as if they were celebrating a great victory.

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  Mills took a patrol car and came to the hotel he had booked.

  Accurately said that it was not booked by him, but was booked for him by the parish secretary. He is responsible for investigating the haunted problem of room 64 in this hotel.

  In the words of that vampire, on a business trip, you always have to earn back the money for the ticket.

After waving goodbye to the patrolman, Mills walked into this hotel with a history of hundreds of years.

  The tourists who come to Los Angeles are basically going to Hollywood and Universal Cinemas. This hotel is a bit far away from there.

  You can see its former glory from the decoration of the hotel, but now there are not many tourists, like a late beauty, although the charm still exists, it has lost its appeal.

  After entering through the revolving door, Mills heard the melody of the piano. He had hoped to hear the California Hotel.

The red marble of pig liver looks like sausage on pizza. The geometric shapes are outlined with golden threads. It looks like a drawing of cheese. There is no one in front of the counter. Mills took out the nicotine gum and walked away while observing the terrain. past.

  "What do we do, where are we staying tonight?" Trish and Mills became anxious after asking that none of the three hotels were vacant.

  If Mills is alone, it’s not that troublesome. He can just sit in the car. He used to do that often when stalking prisoners.

  But Cui Xi said that there would be problems with long-distance love or marriage, so she quit her job as a school teacher and followed him to New York.

Finding a house is very troublesome. The price is not unsuitable, or pets are not allowed. The New York city area is not like the suburbs. There is a large yard for them to play. That makes Mills feel very anxious. The heart soon calmed down.

  "Fortunately, he didn't kill your dog." The priest in the nursing home said to him, "I brought them."

  The golden retrievers did bring him comfort, but their life span was only ten years, and they are all old dogs now.

  Mills also don’t know if they will raise dogs after they die. If they raise them again, they will die again in the next ten years.

  Humans will look for humans as partners, maybe for this reason, life span is almost long, but he is not sure whether he should remarry.

   With a "ding", he rang the bell in front of the counter.

"coming!"

  A woman said from behind the cabinet, as if she heard the doorbell and came over to open the door.

Tracy called the police station. If she was scared, the policewoman who answered the phone would notice that she might want to make sure that David knew John Du, and don’t open the door to strangers, but the door lock is easy to pry, even if John Doo doesn’t open the door curse like Voldemort, he can just break in.

  (End of this chapter)