Harry Potter Morning Light

It is rare for a case to disturb the pope, but Michele Zoppe's case brought the pope to the trial in person, along with all the cardinals in the Holy See.

But Michele was not brought to Rome like Galileo. As Archbishop Cambaceres said before, the Inquisition of Udine only handed over the "medical records" to the Inquisition in Rome. It can be said that all The headquarters of the Inquisition, hence the name "The Sanctuary".

Although the Pope himself was in charge, the presiding judge was Cardinal Barberini. During the retrial, he found many loopholes. He believed that none of Mikael's confessions had been proven.

So he again urged the Udine judges to interrogate Michele and the doctor, as well as the family of the murdered child.

By this time Michelle had spent a year in the prison of Udine, and he was already feeling hopeless.

"If no one wants to help me, or do anything for me, how do you expect me to defend myself?" he told his defense attorney.

Unexpectedly, Georgiana had a lawyer willing to defend herself against witchcraft charges.

Yet all the lawyer could do was submit an application to the Inquisition: Michele Zoppe of Santa Maria la Longa, a repentant guarantor of the harvest, expressing remorse for his crimes, asked the court to send him to An oarsman on a ship of the Government of the Republic of Venice, he was willing to put on iron shackles, if only to save his life.

Another subject of interrogation was Francesco Casciano, thirty-six years old, a folk doctor in Udine, who diagnosed the dead child with "systemic failure."

When the judge asked him whether he died naturally or unnaturally, he replied, "Doctors only observe the natural phenomena of the human body. Whether they are sick or healthy must come from natural causes. I have already said that I cannot say to the person who was asked." The boy experienced any ailment that was unnatural, or caused by unnatural factors."

This is very different from the previous answer, and the two different answers were produced by two doctors with a 34-year age difference.

The parents of the dead child did not suspect that witchcraft was involved, but no fields were found in the marshes near Marizana where the party could take place.

Is it necessary to feed prisoners in prisons with precious food during a famine?

Although Michelle was found guilty in the end, he died of starvation instead of burning at the stake or other punishments. Before he died, he got a lawyer to explain his will, and put his clothes, a green linen jacket and a shirt were given to the poorest inmates in the prison, and a mass was held with the last little money donated.

Georgiana hadn't attended mass, but she had smelled frankincense, and Cambáceres had that scent.

She raised her head, looked at the position where the archbishop was sitting just now, and found Leon sitting there, looking at her quietly.

"when did you come?"

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

She hesitated.

"I can see it myself," he said, "or you can tell me."

"The copy of the interrogation materials of the Inquisition found in the church library." She closed the manual. "Remember when I asked someone to translate those books? The Pope is also involved in this case, so I'm interested."

He had a cold face, and his mood looked worse than before.

"Do you know the difference between the Milanese school and the Florentine school?" she asked.

"Let's hear it." He pretended to be interested and asked.

"I was thinking about this before reading this document. What kind of paintings should I send to the art gallery in Rouen? You told me that the people of Milan would not mind." Georgiana said relaxedly, "You know the Milan School and the Florentine School. What's the difference?"

He also didn't answer, but his expression relaxed a little.

"Have the Milanese ever complained to you that they didn't imitate Leonardo da Vinci, the style of the Milan School is their own innovation?"

Now he is in a better mood, with a smile on his face, "Da Vinci has come into contact with many Lombard artists, and his style has indeed influenced them."

"Bernardino Luini, Madonna in the Rose Garden," she said, "Maria in that painting is as finely crafted as the Mona Lisa, and Denon told me it was his remake." da Vinci's work."

"You don't think so?" he countered.

"What do you think of Da Vinci's style?" she asked.

He couldn't answer.

"Oh, Leon, you don't know what Da Vinci's art style is." She said mockingly, "Don't tell me it's Renaissance style."

"What do you think?" he asked lightly.

"The background of the Mona Lisa looks like a natural landscape. Da Vinci believed that the painting reflected the nature in the painter's heart. The background of Bernardino Luini's "Madonna in the Rose Garden" is a wall of rose trees. Representing mysticism and symbolism, it is a relatively representative art form of late Gothic, have you seen "The Last Supper"?"

"Seen."

"There was an eel on that table. It was forbidden to eat in the Bible, but so many Dominican priests didn't notice it. I remember that painting seemed to be a mural in their dining room, right?"

He didn't answer, staring at her with dark gray eyes.

“Da Vinci said I had to make a living,” says Georgiana. “He was always missing deadlines, which left him short on money and had to take jobs he didn’t like.”

"Come here." He waved to her.

She stood up immediately, and just as she walked to the other side of the desk, he also stood up at this moment, then hugged her waist fiercely, and kissed her like a storm.

She tasted blood, and a dark, violent smell, and she was terrified and wanted to break free.

"Go on." He didn't kiss her again, but put his arms around her and whispered in her ear.

She wasn't sure if she was holding someone at this moment.

His hands slid down to her buttocks, one of the most muscular parts of the human body, and he kneaded them as hard as a steak needs to be massaged to get the spices in before cooking.

Don't eat me.

She wanted to beg, but she couldn't speak.

Maybe because he felt that she couldn't speak for a while, he started kissing her again.

She broke free again before everything got out of control.

"Stop!" she screamed sternly. "We're in someone else's house!"

He might find it very boring, but he still let her go, and then sat sprawled where he was sitting just now, looking extremely uneducated.

He patted his leg, and she was so angry that she sat in the previous position on purpose.

He looked at her lazily.

"What are you looking at?" she asked angrily.

"Are you serious or not?" He said foolishly.

"I really want those soldiers to see what you look like now, to see if they still respect you."

"What are you buying all those pillows for?" he asked.

"I like it." She said unhappily.

He tilted his head to look at her.

"I want a room where I can sit or lie down as I want, without having to sit on a sofa or a recliner," she said. "The furniture is not ergonomically designed, and it's not comfortable at all."

"Whatever you want." He said lazily, "You just need to replace a pillow with a man."

"Oh!!" She was so angry that she wanted to beat someone up.

"Don't betray me, Georgiana, I'll kill you," he said in a calm voice. "I won't forgive you like I forgive Josephine."

She looked at his profile and didn't answer.

"Continue the topic just now." He rubbed his nose, "The difference between Mona Lisa and Our Lady in the Rose Garden."

"The Mona Lisa is like the mirror in Da Vinci's heart." Georgiana said, "He can only see some hazy scenes, try to paint her as he sees with a brush, the Virgin in the Rose Garden, she The baby in his arms is grabbing a nearby potted plant and pointing his hand at it."

"What's the meaning?"

"This is the difference between them, Leon, Da Vinci focused on feeling and perception, while Luini's works need to think about what he expresses, these are two completely different styles, even the style of the women in the painting It looks very similar to the painting method." She whispered, "The little baby is holding a rose with thorns on it, like a crown of thorns. He feels pain, but he is still smiling. This is the feeling under the fame , even if Luini created it himself, but because there are too many shadows of Da Vinci, he is always considered to be imitating. I don’t know how many people will understand it.”

"You want to stay at Rouen?" he asked.

"I think I'm more attached to the feeling of being welcome, and I envy Josephine," she trembled.

"Not because of me?" he asked.

You are already dead.

She wants to say.

He laughed.

"You want me to die?"

She didn't answer.

He leaned back and put his legs in military boots on the desk, mud was everywhere on them.

"The fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, mercy, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. If we live by the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not be pretentious, angry with one another, and envious of one another. Martin Luther once quoted the content of this book to attack the church, do you know which sentence in which book this is?"

"I don't know." She said coldly and hard.

He sneered, "It seems that you are not that pious, this is the content of the book of Galatians."

"You want to chant to me like Caprara?" she asked sarcastically.

"How about making him the Bishop of Milan?" he said suddenly, "as long as he stops being the Pope's envoy and continues to force confessions to priests who have sworn to the Constitution."

"How can I be the master of this kind of national affairs." She deliberately turned sideways and said.

He was not in a hurry, and looked at her as if admiring an oil painting.

She looked uncomfortable, but she still didn't walk away.

"Why don't you have a book?" he asked.

She thought of many portraits in which people were either holding a book or a sheet of music, pretending that they were not painting a portrait anyway.

"That one?" She pouted towards the book on the table, "That's the interrogation record of the Inquisition."

"Which Pope?" he asked incessantly.

"Innocent X," she replied, "was Urban VIII present at the trial of Galileo?"

"Who is this man?" asked Bonaparte.

"A farmer," replied Georgiana. "Besides, he claims to be a guarantor of a good harvest, and a healer."

"you believe?"

"Yes." Georgiana nodded. "I've seen people like him. They live in a small town."

He looked very disbelieving.

"I don't want you to indulge in the occult, Leon, and the wizard's problem is left to the wizard." Georgiana said, "That's why we promulgated the International Law of Secrecy."

"I found another hobby for you, and I have time to think about the Ministry of Magic you said." He said, "You don't know how to do handwork?"

"I can knit a sweater."

"What?" he asked confusedly.

She looked at his well-tailored uniform and couldn't match it with the woolen scarf.

"Have you ever seen those women who sat on the bench and basked in the sun while knitting and chatting?" She said coldly, "I am that kind of woman."

The First Consul still didn't understand, she guessed that those aunts would laugh when they saw him like this.

She didn't bother to explain, and continued to sit in a chair in a daze, pretending that she was an oil painting.