Is God a Wizard?

God is a wizard?

Yes.

Yes! !

How could God not be a wizard? He must be an extremely powerful wizard!

If God is not a wizard, how could he have resurrected his son who had been dead for three days? If God is not a wizard, how could he have parted the sea?

Similarly, a bush spontaneously combusting and speaking: Transfiguration; ten calamities: curses, or simply black magic.

Moreover, Jesus, the son of God, clearly inherited his father's magic and was a complete sorcerer.

Otherwise, how do you explain his ability to walk on water and feed five thousand Muggles with just five loaves of bread and two fish? And Lazarus and Jonah, they might all be wizards. In short, there's nothing that magic can't explain!

Therefore, God is a wizard. The wizard took a handful of dirt from the ground and created Adam and Eve without magic.

Wizards are the children of God, descendants of Jesus;

Muggles are of clay, descendants of Adam and Eve. Many of them are dishonest, deceiving kind wizards and creating many mixed-race children who stole the wizards' magic. Therefore, calling them "Mudbloods" is quite fair.

Edmund looked bewildered.

Edmund's face was ferocious

Edmund smiled with relief.

Edmund walked straight to Mrs. Pince, pointed to the passage related to "Mudbloods," and questioned her: Is this a book that should be in the Hogwarts Library?!

……

"Ah, so, Edmund," Professor Slughorn said wearily. "That's why we're meeting today, oh, I mean, in the vice-principal's office on this lovely Saturday."

The headmaster of Slytherin sighed, seemingly reluctant. But his actions betrayed his true feelings.

The old wizard, with one hand on Edmund's shoulder, patted the stiff-bodied Pollyanna encouragingly. His beard twitched, clearly showing his immense pride.

"Just a heads-up, Professor Slughorn," Minerva McGonagall said in a flat, monocle-like voice. "I've already given them both extra points."

Slughorn chuckled twice.

"How much was added?"

"10 points per person."

"That's not much, Minerva!" Slughorn took two steps forward and plopped down in another chair. The chair naturally began to shift its shape to accommodate the old wizard's superhuman size. "Let me guess, a dark magic tome afflicted with a confusion charm? If it were me, I'd add at least two 20s!"

He looked at Edmund and Pollyanna with loving eyes.

"Fantastic! Look at our freshmen this year—Slytherin has so many promising talents! By the way, Minerva, your Gryffindor is quite good too!"

Just as Slughorn was about to start showing off, Minerva McGonagall, who was also the vice-principal, professor of Transfiguration, and head of Gryffindor, stood up.

She and Slughorn were completely different types of people. She wore a dark green robe meticulously and had no expression on her face. She looked more like a judge than a professor.

Young wizards who have just met her usually think she must be very strict and unapproachable. But Edmund would say that the former might be true, but the latter is not necessarily so.

Just moments before, Mrs. Pince had glanced at that passage and then at the book's title, and in a fit of rage, dragged Edmund and his seatmate Pollyanna away. This caused an uproar in the library and left the little witch looking utterly desperate.

But Mrs. Pince had only good intentions. She went through two secret passages and immediately arrived at the vice-principal's office, urging Professor McGonagall to take a look at Edmund, who had "touched a book of unknown origin and read all its contents!" fearing that he had been cursed by some unknown entity.

The two stern old witches looked tense and on high alert. Professor McGonagall, while throwing all sorts of strange detection spells at Edmund, kept saying, "Don't be nervous, freshman, you'll be fine." This made Edmund feel both touched and embarrassed.

He was certainly not cursed.

This is not to say that there are no curses in this book, quite the opposite...

Seeing that Edmund was alright, Mrs. Pince hurriedly returned to the library. Professor McGonagall summoned the dean of both of them, her brow furrowed, and announced the results of her examination.

"Three confusion curses, one banishment curse, at least two mixed together... a vicious curse."

Professor Slughorn's expression immediately changed.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere, Edmund?!" the old professor asked seriously and anxiously. "Tell me about any discomfort, even the slightest pain like losing a hair—"

Edmund shook his head, still smiling.

"No, Professor."

Are you sure?

"I'm sure."

He paused, not wanting to continue the topic. Because he couldn't honestly tell those who cared about him that this body was more like a vessel for him, something that could be repaired with magic.

Edmund casually made up a lie: "My father prepared a lot of alchemical artifacts for my survival. You know, I'm an only child."

Professor Slughorn finally breathed a sigh of relief. He loosened his collar to let in some fresh air, as if he were suffocating—it was quite an exaggeration.

"We did a very, very thorough renovation of the library just three years ago, Minerva, this is insane! This..."

Professor McGonagall glared at Slughorn, and the old professor obediently shut his mouth. Professor McGonagall still had a stern face, but she didn't seem to be very worried. She turned her head, and while Edmund hadn't reacted yet, Pollyanna had unconsciously straightened her posture, clearly nervous.

"I think you—no, both of you—should go to the university hospital," Professor McGonagall said softly. "Although you show no signs of illness and are probably not considered a target of the curse by that book, just in case, you should still go to the university hospital for a more thorough examination."

Edmund neither answered well nor poorly.

"I thought Hogwarts would conduct a more thorough investigation of potential hazards on campus," he remarked, feigning concern. "What's going on here? I need an explanation, or my parents and I will be unable to sleep or eat in peace!"

Professor McGonagall frowned, but didn't give the first-year student a perfunctory answer.

"This book was enchanted with several spells, making it discoverable only by a select few. Its creator also maliciously added several curses to it, enabling it to curse those who accidentally discover it."

Professor McGonagall spoke calmly, but anyone could see from her eyes that she was extremely angry.

"This is indeed a dereliction of duty by the school, young sir."

"My name is Edmund Soman, and her name is Pollyanna Coppert."

Professor McGonagall paused noticeably because of his surname. When she spoke again, her tone seemed to soften a little.

"Yes, Mr. Soman, Miss Copperfield. I assure you I will continue to trace the source of this book until I catch that despicable author."

"However," Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh deeply, "Mr. Soman, Miss Copperpott."

"Personally, I really hope that all students can have a safe and fulfilling school life. But even if Hogwarts is the safest magic school, it is still a magic school."

Professor McGonagall paused for a long time before finally speaking in a deep voice.

"Therefore, for your safety, do not break school rules... If you encounter anything strange, report it to the professor immediately, just like you did today."

"Do you understand?"

Edmund blinked, and replied somewhat guiltily:

"Okay, I understand."