"Traveling with the Devil"

Ask any Hogwarts student—who didn't know that the head of Slytherin was a hateful sort? He always loved disrupting other people's good times.

If he caught hold of someone's weakness, they got a scolding at best and points deducted or detention at worst. If that person happened to be a Gryffindor, James Potter's son, Sirius Black's godson, the Chosen One Harry Potter, then the evil smile on his face became completely impossible to suppress.

Unpopular people like him loved making trouble for popular people. In short, he was jealous.

If he was having a bad time, no one else was allowed to have a good one either. Now he had started being jealous again. Gianluca might have been a Muggle, but he had money. It had been nothing when he was constantly unlucky, but now that his luck was turning and girls had begun noticing him, the old bat's old habits had resurfaced. He was making life unpleasant for young people again.

What an incomprehensible hobby.

Strange people had chosen the strange city of Venice as the destination for their honeymoon. When all of Europe had stopped believing in God because of the Black Death, this city, which placed art and trade above faith, had used every force that crossed religious boundaries to resist it.

Whether they were Jewish physicians or Muslim doctors, they were consulted about epidemic prevention measures. At the same time, people prayed that everyone would soon be freed from illness.

"Salud" meant wishing someone good health. To Venetians, that was more worth having than happiness.

This city was bustling, with all sorts of stories playing out every day. The famous attraction, Rialto Bridge, had one such story.

It had originally been a wooden bridge, then it was burned down in a period of unrest. After being