Chapter 224 Brotherhood (Ch 224)

[I have to say that the previous Wenwu Kaisen branch story has made me a little stressed, so now I have developed a habit. Now when I write a branch story, I will clearly remind you that the following story is shorter and has a clear outline. It is non-toxic, so please feel free to read it. ]

[In the previous chapter, I came up with the idea of ​​the Holy Blood Brotherhood. After being reminded by readers, I searched it and found that there is indeed a Holy Blood Brotherhood in Warhammer 40K, so I changed it to the Templar Brotherhood. ]

We work in the dark, [reader fills in the blank]

[Well, it’s just a name made up by the Knights Templar and the Assassin Brotherhood.]

Chew chew chew…………………..

“Can the four of us really finish nine largest-sized pizzas?” Harry said helplessly as he looked at the densely packed pizzas in front of him.

“There’s nothing I can do… Who knew I’d run into the Mafia just by eating pizza?” Lupin said bitterly.

This is what happened…………………..

After Kaisen and his friends ordered the Italian high blood pressure set meal, a mafia gangster who wished to remain anonymous and who was enjoying authentic Italian pizza in the corner kindly invited the four of them to his table and thoughtfully ordered nine of the most authentic and largest Italian pizzas for them, as well as four large pots of espresso.

And he kindly helped them pay the bill, the only request was that they finish all the pizza and coffee…

“I doubt it… What the hell? Where’s the pizza?” Harry was still talking bitterly in the last second, and the next second he saw that three of the nine pizzas disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Huh? Do you think I’m not hungry after driving all night without sleeping?” Kaisen took a big gulp of coffee and washed it down with the pizza, then started to explain.

“What about you two?” Harry looked at Lupin and Sirius again, the latter said helplessly: “You drooled while sleeping last night, but the two of us actually blew carbon dioxide into that damn sapling all night.”

After Lupin finished speaking, he took another piece of pizza and said to the mafia member standing behind him: “To be honest, it tastes really good. Brother, don’t you want a piece?”

“No.” The mafia member swallowed helplessly as he looked at these three adults who looked like they hadn’t eaten in eight lifetimes. This feeling was just like slapping someone in the face and feeling good about it, without any sense of accomplishment at all.

“Okay then.” Lupin quickly devoured another piece of pizza. Less than ten minutes later, Kaisen burped for the last time, and the four of them left the pizza shop in a swagger.

A certain godfather who was sitting in the corner walked over and exclaimed, “This is the young man.”

On the other side, the four people who had eaten their fill began to look for the next game. At Kaisen’s request, they decided to find a place where they could have a good drink, and soon they found a quiet tavern.

“That pizza is delicious, but I ate it in a hurry.” Lupin untied a few holes in his belt, breathed a sigh of relief, and took another sip of wine: “Comfortable!”

“If you can’t eat so much, why don’t you retreat? It’s just a few Oblivion Charms?” Sirius asked curiously. After all, he thought Lupin could eat so much pizza.

“Please Sirius, we haven’t received proper approval to go abroad. If you are caught by the Italian Ministry of Magic, you will just have to go back to Diagon Alley to do voluntary labor.”

Sirius looked at Lupin with a strange look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Sirius shook his head: “I was just checking to see if you were drunk. Where is the Ministry of Magic in Italy?”

Kaisen poured himself another glass of wine. “What do you mean? Italy doesn’t have a Ministry of Magic?”

Sirius nodded: “Indeed not. Lupin should know about this, but he may not have remembered it at the moment. Anyway, it is a historical issue left over from Italy.”

“Did you learn bad things from Dumbledore and become a riddler?” Kaisen asked doubtfully.

“Haha, this is quite unpopular historical knowledge, the kind that is not tested in the History of Magic. Of course, if you want to know, I can tell you about it.” Sirius drank a glass of wine to moisten his throat.

“In the southern part of Italy in the 11th century, there was a special magic organization called the Templar Brotherhood. What was special about them was that they believed in God.”

“There is a fundamental difference between wizards like them who believe in gods and ordinary wizards like us. After all, we talk about Merlin’s stockings and Merlin’s pants every day just to express our surprise, but they really need to pray to that god every time they cast a spell.”

Kaisen nodded. “So the Italian wizarding world is now controlled by the Brotherhood of Magic? There is no Ministry of Magic?”

“Of course not. They only exist in history because they once helped the Church launch a witch hunt against wizards…” Sirius saw Kaisen’s weird expression halfway through his words and explained, “The reason they are hostile to adult wizards is that they think wizards use magic but do not respect the God of Magic. Muggles don’t have magic, and young wizards can still be shaped. In their eyes, they are lost lambs who need their protection.”

“Oh, go on.” Kaisen nodded and said.

“They once participated in a witch hunt, which indirectly affected the implementation of the Statute of Secrecy. After the implementation of the Statute of Secrecy, the entire European magic community began to isolate the Brotherhood of Templars and the entire Italian magic community. Beauxbatons in France even recruited students from across the border, bringing all the young wizards who had awakened magic in Italy and their families to France.”

“Just like that, this so-called brotherhood gradually declined because there were not many young wizards left after Beauxbatons robbed them of their young wizards. They had no new blood and began to abduct and brainwash underage wizards.”

“Burp… Is it so dangerous here? And why is there no such part in the History of Magic?” Harry just asked in confusion, without any doubt about his own safety. After all, the three adults around him, if you say they are unreliable in doing things, maybe, but no one would believe that they are unreliable in fighting.

Sirius drank the last half of the wine in the glass: “Uh…unofficial history.”

“So you…hiccup…told us so much? It was just…hiccup…to tease us?” Harry’s voice instantly rose an octave.

Kaisen patted Harry’s head and said, “Alright, alright, just treat it as a story. We ate nine big pizzas from that Mafia Godfather for free. Let’s use it as digestion.”

Harry burped again: “You guys are too high on food, I’m………burping………from eating too much.”

“How about…you drink some Shunshun?” Sirius had just finished speaking when Lupin slapped him in the face: “It’s ok for you to take him to read pornographic books, but now you’re taking him to drink! You’re really unqualified as a godfather!”