Hogwarts: And he said you're not a dark wizard

Chapter 465: Sent to God
At dusk, a village is burning.

The cavalry held torches and drove the villagers, shouting as they drove them out of the village that had been corrupted by the devil's plague.

At the edge of the village, beside a main road, a fire was built with a cross above it.

Seven or eight knights were standing around the fire, and two corpses were lying on the ground.

After a while, two horses came galloping on the avenue. A bald young priest jumped off the back of the leading horse. He was wearing a simple gray robe and only a cross pendant on his chest.

"Why set the fire?" The young priest asked the knight leader, frowning as he looked at the burning village.

"This is the devil's village. It has polluted this place and only fire can purify it." The knight captain said coldly.

The priest knew that the other party was just a vandal, but his faith gave him an excuse to act recklessly. Now that things had come to this, condemning the other party was useless. He looked at the two bodies on the ground and asked, "Who are they?"

"The parents of the 'devil', they were the ones who called Father Clement and caused his death. They also tried to defend the 'devil'. I suspect they were also possessed by the devil."

"Suspicion? You killed them just because you had suspicion?" The priest was a little angry. It was because of these reckless people who created panic everywhere in the name of the Holy See that the Holy See became more and more twisted and brutal. Faith supported by fear would never last long.

"Are you questioning my loyalty?!" the knight captain asked sternly, "A priest died here. The devil killed him, and you want me to have mercy on these pagans?"

The priest was angry, but did not continue to argue. Collaborating with pagans was an extremely serious crime, and sympathizing with them was the beginning of betrayal.

"What about the possessed person?"

The "devil" was brought in.

The girl looked only four or five years old, with her hands tied behind her back. Judging from the way her arms were bent, they might even be twisted and broken.

The child's face was covered with tear marks, and his eyes were wide open but out of focus - that was the insanity caused by extreme shock.

The priest could tell at a glance that the child was not possessed by the devil, and the cross on his chest was also vibrating slightly, reminding him of this - the other party was probably just a witch.

Although there is no difference between the two in the Vatican's propaganda, there is a clear distinction between the two types of people in internal discussions.

Those fanatics who are controlled by pagan gods are the so-called "devil-possessed people". They believe in pagan gods and have become corrupt and hopeless. The special abilities or magic they possess often come from external evil gods.

Wizards, however, are a special group whose power seems to come from themselves and has nothing to do with their souls.

These beasts were so cruel to an innocent child. They are the enemies of God and must be eradicated. However, insults and abuse are absolutely contrary to God's teachings.

He walked up, pushed away a knight who wanted to stop him, came in front of the girl, and put his hand on the top of the girl's head.

The cross on the chest vibrated slightly, verifying the other party's identity.

Witch.

He sighed, "May God forgive your sins, child, do not be afraid, it will be over soon."

After saying this, he stood up and asked the knights to tie the girl to the cross on the fire.

Whether they are witches or people possessed by the devil, they are all enemies of the Vatican.

In fact, wizards are more dangerous.

It is said that they are the ones who are helping the pagan gods expand their territory. On the list of targets that must be eradicated by the Holy See, they are higher than the pagans, not to mention that a priest died here.

This girl must die.

Thinking of killing an innocent child with his own hands, the young priest felt his breathing become heavy and his heart ached as if someone was grabbing it.

But this pain turned into a kind of self-mutilation endurance.

It’s all for God’s great cause!
If this is a sin, I will bear it alone. Even if I cannot go to heaven because of it, as long as God's grace can benefit more people, everything will be worth it.

As if confirming his thoughts, the cross on his chest radiated a gentle warmth.

Then a thought like enlightenment appeared in his mind, "The pain of the flame is only temporary. As long as her soul is clean, she can return to God."

The priest's heart suddenly relaxed and he was almost moved to tears.

This must be a revelation from God. He is so tolerant that He is unwilling to abandon even wizards who may affect His great cause, and He leaves a place for them by His side.

He is so loving that He sees even the smallest worries of believers.

The priest cheered up again, and his soul was purified again through this little test.

The girl was tied to the cross. She seemed to understand her fate and struggled desperately. Her mouth was blocked and she could only make whimpering sounds. She kept twisting her body and her face was covered with snot and tears. The priest took a deep breath and smiled gently.

He did not remove the cloth from the girl's mouth for fear that she would babble in her fear and blaspheme the gods, adding to his sin.

Don't be afraid, child. The sins of this world have not yet contaminated you. You will return to your Heavenly Father in the purest form and enjoy eternal peace and joy.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, took the torch handed to him by a knight, and threw it on the fire poured with oil.

"Wow..." The girl let out a miserable cry.

In the billowing smoke, the girl's struggling body was like the embodiment of fear itself. Even though the priest had prepared himself mentally, he still felt a trace of fear in his heart.

"Great Father," the priest couldn't help but shout loudly to suppress the fear in his heart, "I am sending this girl back to you. Please look after her soul, forgive her sins, and grant her wisdom and eternal peace..."

However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt the cross on his chest vibrate violently.

This cross was a holy object given to him when he became a priest of the Vatican. It was said to have been blessed by angels and could help believers convey their prayers to the ears of Heaven. In the hands of some devout believers, it could even cause resonance and bring about miracles.

However, the young priest was still immature, and in his hands, the power of the cross was only to identify the presence of evil nearby.

When pagans or other evil things appear nearby, the cross will begin to vibrate. The stronger the evil, the stronger the cross will vibrate.

Like the little witch child just now, her power was very weak, so the cross only shook slightly. If it was a believer in an evil god - that is, a so-called devil-possessed person, her power was far greater than that of an ordinary little wizard, and the vibration of the cross would be much more obvious.

But even when he followed the sect to fight the real devil, the cross had never shaken so violently.

As the priest looked on in astonishment, it actually floated up, with such force that it even broke the necklace around his neck.

It was suspended half a meter in front of the priest, like a hound that had encountered its natural enemy, guarding him vigilantly in front of him.

But at this moment, the priest saw a figure in the distance.

Under the setting sun at dusk, a tall figure walked towards them.

As he walked, the cross shook more and more violently. Cracks appeared on it, and infinite white light radiated from those cracks.

However, this light could not conceal the darkness behind the visitor.

As the sun set, a cold wind blew by, and the priest was shocked to find that the fire in the village had been extinguished at some point, and several knights not far away seemed to be petrified, their bodies were pale and covered with frost - they were actually frozen into ice cubes in the wind.

"Oh God, Father..."

The priest realized that he was facing a powerful threat he had never seen before, and he began to pray subconsciously.

But he heard a chuckle.

"Your God is too far away. He cannot hear such prayers."

"You'd better go and talk to him."

Before he could finish his words, the cross seemed to be twisted by someone and became a knot with a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction. It immediately lost all its luster and fell to the ground like a piece of scrap metal.

Without the protection of the cross, the priest suddenly felt a chill that penetrated his bones.

In an instant, his limbs and even internal organs were frozen.

As his vision was covered with a piece of white, he saw the appearance of the person who came.

With short black hair and golden eyes, he was an extremely handsome young man.

However, in the brief moment of spiritual awareness before death, he saw the other person's true face beneath the appearance.

It is covered in scales, has sheep's hooves on its feet, six wings on its back, and four horns on its head...

Satan...

"God's...enemy..."

He murmured the last word, and then fell into eternal silence.

But Murphy didn't even look at him. He went straight to the fire that had been extinguished by the cold air. With a wave of his hand, he hugged the girl who fainted from suffocation due to smoke.

After taking a look at the other person's short silver hair, he uttered a click of the tongue as if he had expected it, and disappeared on the spot.

(End of this chapter)