Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 896 Beautiful Face

  Next to Torceno Island, there is also an island of Mazobeto. There is a monastery on the island. Veronica followed Father Constantine and faced the cold rain and took a water bus to this island.

  This is a charitable organization similar to a nursing home. Because it is non-profit, the conditions are not as good as those of advanced nursing homes, but Veronica does not understand why she came here.

  Her young and immature face was filled with confusion, but she still followed Father Constantine without saying a word.

  Although it looks very warm inside, filled with a thick buttery fragrance, it still can't conceal the unique smell of death and aging on the elderly.

  There are old people sitting in wheelchairs everywhere, and many people's eyes are dull. This is a place to die.

  Veronica subconsciously held the cross on her chest, and then remembered that he should return it to Father Constantine, when he suddenly stood in front of a closed door.

   "Before opening the door, I want to tell you one thing. Do you know that an assassin once assassinated the Apostle?"

   "I know," Veronica said.

   "Then do you know what happened to that assassin?"

   "I heard that he was going to be put to death. It was the Apostle who helped him intercede."

"When the Pope was assassinated, he lay in a pool of blood and regained a sense of consciousness. The first sentence was to say,'Forgive the brother who shot me.' He called the assassin who almost killed him a brother, I think even pretending to be He was also very courageous. Later, the pope not only did not avenge the assassin, but also prayed for him. In 2000, the pope asked the president for an amnesty. The assassin was released and reunited with his family. The Turkish assassin was last converted to Catholicism. Prayer and tolerance are the most beautiful faces of the church, my child, wrote in St. Paul’s book to the Romans, “You must not be conquered by evil, but react with good to conquer evil.” We cannot control evil with evil, not only can’t overcome evil. , And be conquered by evil."

   "I know, this is the Pope's speech on Peace Day." Veronica said.

"Peace needs to be upheld by actions and decisions inspired by good, whether for individuals, families, nations or all mankind." Constantin paused. "The person behind the door is someone who is related to you. He has Time is running out, but he feels that he is not qualified to go back to see you, and other people may not forgive him. Would you like to go in and see him?"

   "Who is he?" Veronica asked.

   "Your grandfather, the gambler driven away by your uncle Fabio."

  Veronica opened her eyes wide.

"Because of his gambling habit, he made your grandmother and your parents a very painful life. You are not a saint. You don’t need to forgive everyone. The tormenting evil stems from the refusal to love. There are countless people. Every choice has a certain degree of morality. I hope you can recognize yourself through this matter and how serious the evil thoughts in your heart are."

  Veronica is very confused, this question is too difficult for a 16-year-old girl.

   "He should have taken painkillers at this time and is sleeping." Constantine said, "Are you going to go in and see?"

   "No." Veronica simply refused, and then she wiped her tears and left the nursing home.

  But she did not go far, instead she came to sit on the steps of the nursing home with her knees folded.

  She had never met her grandfather. He was like a taboo in the family. No one mentioned him during family gatherings.

  But without him, there would be no big family. Grandmother Rosa was very melancholy when she mentioned him. He just hoped that the family can live a happier life.

  At first, he did win a lot of money, but then his luck got worse and worse. Uncle Fabio started earning money to support his family at a very young age and had to pay off his debts.

  She felt that she was not so forgiving to forgive such a person, just as she could not forgive her biological father.

  Veronica looked at the huge ship in the distance. The ship was called the Divine Comedy.

  Sometimes, she really envy those carefree tourists, they can take a camera to take pictures of the amazing scenery of this floating city, and enjoy the food and wine here.

  She sometimes wants to live such a luxurious life.

  Just as she was staring at the giant ship in the distance, Father Constantine appeared. He sat down beside her and handed her a glass of wine.

  "Abbey beer, brewed by the nuns, have a bite."

   "I'm not the legal drinking age." Veronica said.

"You're only 16 years old, don't just look at those nuns at such a young age." Father Constantine motioned to Veronica to look at the nuns. Some of them were teaching old people to dance, others were baking butter cookies. Now there are some freshly baked dishes on the plate on the steps.

   "I hope you can learn to enjoy life. I don't want you to be the strict nun that children are afraid of."

  Veronica's brows frowned very tightly at first, and then she gradually relaxed, she ate butter cookies with monastery beer, and a feeling of toffee filled her mouth.

   After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

   "He knows I'm coming?"

   "Not yet." Father Constantine took a sip of beer and said, "Do you want to practice here for a while?"

   "How did he do afterwards?" Veronica asked.

   "If you have a good life, you won't be here to take care of the elderly." Constantine smiled wryly, "Maybe I will live here one day."

   "You are different from him!" Veronica said quickly.

  "It’s nothing different, my child, we all chose ‘freedom’, but we are pursuing different things." Father Constantine sighed, "Have you participated in World Youth Day?"

   "I was 11 years old in 2000."

  “Youth Day was created to turn young people with Catholic faith away from the church. Now you can also feel that the life of nuns is very boring...”

   "I will not stay away from the church." Veronica said firmly.

  She is really young, the childishness on her face is still there, but she has very clean eyes, like a lake on a mountain, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

   "Maybe, you should try to fall in love with a boy." Father Constantine said, "Many nuns have talked about it. It is a precious life experience."

   "Have you ever been in love, Father?"

  Fr Constantine smiled with embarrassment.

   "Wait for two years, and I will talk to you about this topic when you are an adult." He stroked Veronica's hair like a father.

   "If you think I don't understand anything, I attended that party two days ago, and I know what they are doing." Veronica said angrily.

   "Do you find it interesting?"

   "No!" Veronica took a sip of beer fiercely.

  "We have many differences from the world, but we cannot break away from the world. Just like the chants sing, the darkness is our old friend, and we will meet often."

  At this moment, Father Constantine’s BlackBerry rang, he opened the email inside and started to read quickly.

  Veronica did not ask, although she was very curious about what was written in the letter.

   "Let's go, let's say hello to the dean, and prepare for tomorrow's mass." Constantine stood up.

   "I want to pray for the Pope." Veronica sat on the steps and looked up at Constantine. "I hope he will recover soon."

   "For an 84-year-old man, your prayer is a good blessing." Constantine said helplessly, "It seems that you have a new task here. You have to learn to treat death correctly."

  　 I don’t believe in religion, but these books are a bit dull after reading too much, laughing and crying

  　　 wrote from the beginning to this, it is finally an explanation, do you remember what the old fool said while walking by the black lake?

  　　 Dumbledore forgave the Muggles who killed his family, but it is normal to choose revenge.

  　　 The kind of person we become does not depend on our ability, but our own choice.

  　　 The announcement of the millennium is about spreading the gospel of hope. Everyone has their own views on John Paul II.

  (End of this chapter)