Harry Potter's Morning Light Chapter 2310

Chapter 2310 Autodafé

The sun was so dazzling that she couldn't open her eyes, and it took her a while to get used to it.

At this time, she was on the edge of a sunken square. In the middle was a square earth pit. There was some firewood in the pit. There was a wooden stake on the firewood pile. Many people threw them into the pit when they passed by. A piece of firewood.

There are "audience seats" around the sunken square, and you can clearly see the class they belong to. There is no awning on the side belonging to the commoners, and there is no seat. above. There are also "middle class" seats, which have plank seats but no awnings. The most luxurious is the "ross table", where there are not only seats, but also awnings made of silk, which belong to the nobles, but none of them appeared.

With the sound of trumpets, she looked over, and a group of richly dressed knights appeared, followed by a donkey, on which sat a unkempt woman, who was wearing a cloak of yellow cloth that hung down to her knees, There may still be patterns on it, but they are blocked by vegetables and eggs. There are still people chasing her and throwing things at her. Those knights are not so much to protect her as to watch the fun, as long as those chasers don't try to put her. She gets off the donkey and they don't care.

After a while, they stopped at the entrance of the sunken square, and two priests helped the woman on the donkey down, followed by a trumpet, and nobles in festive attire appeared in their halls. on the seat.

Their positions are high and low. The judges sit at the top, and the nobles are lower. After they are seated, the two priests who are responsible for guarding the prisoners during the execution walk up the steps with the prisoners, and then join the hands with the two priests. The woman who was tied back said something.

"Bah!" The woman spat on one of the priests, then laughed. She laughed and the others laughed too, as if she had seen a wonderful show.

"What did you see?" someone asked her.

Georgianna looked at the stranger.

"What did you see?" he repeated.

Georgiana turned her gaze to the burning scene. The priest may feel that she is stubborn, so she walked up to the crowd and said to the people around her, "She left herself to the devil, and the devil is standing by her side, ready to receive her soul. , as soon as the soul leaves the body, throw it and the devil into the fires of hell."

"He was wrong." Georgiana said indifferently, "It should be the fire of sin, and her soul and body will be purified."

"Anything else?"

When the priest finished speaking, they walked down the steps, and the executioner, who covered his head with a black cloth, stepped onto the stage, and he showed the chain in his hand to everyone.

The crowd cheered, all shouting "Burn that witch!"

Charles Dickens once wrote: People sang songs in unison, and at the break of dawn all kinds of thieves, prostitutes, hooligans, and homeless swarmed, and their words and deeds were full of rudeness and filth. Some people quarreled, some fainted, some whistled, some told cruel jokes, and when a fainted woman was stripped out of the crowd in a disheveled manner by the police, there was also a malicious excitement and commotion, adding to this national entertainment.

The sun rises three poles, the sun shines high, and thousands of raised faces are plated with gold, and each face is either mercilessly laughing or expressionless, which is beyond words. And the terrifying scene around them is all about those two wretched people. When they were suspended in the air trembling, there was no more emotion, no more pity, no more sobriety in this world to be aware of these two immortals. The soul is facing judgment, and there are no more restraints to restrain the previous filthy deeds, as if human beings have no faith and will perish like beasts.

This records a hanging that, as absurd as it may be, brings people together like weddings and funerals, and after a series of careful planning, it becomes a legalized "festival celebration" that doesn't start at all. The role of warning and deterrence.

Here, it is death, not funeral, that is ritualized, which would not have the effect if it were performed in secret in a cell - the public support of the people.

"I've found the crux of the problem," she whispered.

"What is it?" asked the stranger.

"No one cares about how James feels, and certainly no one cares about how I feel."

There will not be a cry of dying at the beginning. During the execution, the fire will be roasted slowly at first, and then the fire will get bigger and bigger, until the flames ignite her clothes. Before that, she still has the strength to shout and curse.

Sometimes, in order to avoid leaks, they will stuff things in their mouths, so that the swearing voices cannot be heard.

Not this time, the woman started cursing and then started singing, as if to ward off the fear of death, the smoke billowed, a gust of wind blew up and blew the smoke towards her, she started coughing continuously, and it didn't take long for a sound .

The biggest difference between dying in a fire and burning a corpse after death is the respiratory tract, and there will be a lot of soot in the mouth.

However, this will require an autopsy to know.

After a while, the wind changed direction again, revealing the woman on the stake chained to the stake, who seemed to have passed out.

The yellow short robe on her body was blackened by smoke, but the letters drawn on it could still be seen:

Misericordiaetjustitia.

Mercy justice.

At the moment when she was in a trance, the surrounding landscape changed.

The sun is gone, replaced by night, and the square becomes a typical Parisian alley where a decent man is assassinated by a man who looks very down-to-earth.

The assassin fled, the slain lay in a pool of blood, and people not far away were gathering with wine glasses and shouting that the king's head would be chopped off tomorrow.

If she was a normal woman, she should scream at this time to attract the people around her.

So, she must have something abnormal, she actually walked up to the dying person and squatted down.

The man looked at her in despair.

"Help……"

"Why did that person kill you?" she asked.

"Because... I voted." The man said "in favor of killing the king."

Then she looked into his eyes until the brilliance of life disappeared from his eyes, such a person will not be saved.

Harry Potter just watched the light in Severus' eyes disappear, leaving no chance for anyone who wanted to save him.

One of the rules of using a time changer is not to be seen, Hermione uses it for a lot of classes, of course she is seen by a lot of people, she is not wearing an invisibility cloak.

"Cannot be seen" refers to the parties, such as his past self, and people related to the "story", if Harry knew that Severus was rescued and alive, it would be a different story.

Death also has the function of "washing away sins", the sinner's past sins are atonement with his life, but if the sin he committed is unforgivable even at the cost of his life, people will insult his corpse and curse his soul to **** .

But it was such a waste to cut it into pieces, she thought of Immorton and his entourage who had been mummified alive, and the Egyptians liked to paint murals, and they would paint the wall for what crime they were tortured for. What?

For example, the assassination of the pharaoh.

She slowly opened her eyes, the sky should not be bright yet, so candles were lit in her room, and the candlelight plated the interior with a layer of gold.

She looked at the person lying next to him, who was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"When did you come?"

"Just now, I came to see what you were doing."

"What else can I do besides sleep?"

He laughed.

"Do you know why I didn't go to St. Lumodi with you?"

"You are very busy."

"Why don't you go to the clock tower?"

"I can't let an 80-year-old man climb such a high building twice in such a heavy dress."

"He doesn't need to accompany me to climb."

"I don't think he would want that kind of preferential treatment," Georgiana said. "The Archbishop is stubborn."

"So, they guessed my whereabouts like this and set up an ambush in the church, that's why I don't act with you."

"Wow." She exclaimed.

"what?"

"You're so smart." She half sat up and looked at his forehead, thinking that maybe Athena would pop out of it.

"Aren't you angry?" he asked.

"What's so angry about?" she asked rhetorically.

"You said you were **** off earlier."

"That's another reason." She said calmly, "It has nothing to do with this."

"Can you explain it to me?" asked Bonaparte.

She didn't want to say it.

"What are you asking about Charles V and Margaret of Austria?" asked Bonaparte.

"I think she's 'pranking' me, she's not like Marie Antoinette."

He looked at her in confusion.

"Let me solve these problems, you can just focus on state affairs."

"Would you like to get up now?"

She pouted, and finally lifted the quilt and got up. It seems that even if no one with a torch rushes in tonight, she won't want to sleep until dawn.

(end of this chapter)

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