Compared to Britain or other countries, the wizarding world in Italy is far more complex.
The witch hunts that lasted for 300 years in the Middle Ages were initiated by the Roman Curia. At the end of this bloody and dark period, the Church and witches finally reached a consensus and have been living in peace ever since.
The Roman Grand Church, a magical institution established by the papacy and wizards, symbolizes the bond that maintains peace between Muggle and wizards.
The Papal Hall, which is solely managed by the Pope, also has a secret organization called the "Magical Affairs Department".
The organization not only has specially trained Knights Templar, but also many wizards who have joined voluntarily. They are divided into thirteen departments, each with its own duties, and are a violent organization dedicated to protecting the Muggle world.
If anything happens that threatens Muggle, Departments 1 through 13 will immediately divide the work and quietly and thoroughly eliminate those people and things.
The relationship between the Roman Curia and the Italian Ministry of Magic is now inseparable. Although they are responsible for protecting the safety of the two worlds respectively, they have also cooperated amicably on many occasions.
For example, resisting the attacks of the Wizards' Purity Party, and resisting Grindelwald's rule.
After the powerful Dark Lord was defeated by Dumbledore, they united all their forces to drive out the Wizards' Purity Party and successfully regain control of the Papacy and the Ministry of Magic.
To better prevent similar incidents from occurring, the Italian Ministry of Magic moved from downtown Rome to the underground of the Vatican entrance, St. Peter's Square.
Vincent and Hermione walked into the square, stepping on the ground paved with small black stones.
The square is surrounded by 284 round columns and 88 square columns, and the marble statues on top of them seem to be scrutinizing the two people, constantly sending faint magical fluctuations toward St. Peter's Church behind the square.
The two hadn't walked far when a bishop in a white robe approached with a smile.
He had no magical aura about him, but the scepter in his hand was an absolute magical artifact.
The white-robed bishop stopped in front of the two, his gaze remarkably calm. "Welcome. May I ask what brings you here?"
Vincent stepped forward and politely replied, "Hello, we are from Britain. We have some matters to discuss with the Italian Ministry of Magic today."
The white-robed bishop nodded and gently tapped the ground with his scepter.
An invisible magical wave enveloped the two of them, sweeping over their entire bodies like Search Spell.
"Please, gentlemen."
Led by the white-robed bishop, the two crossed the square and arrived at an obelisk that only wizards could see.
Its front was engraved with countless Magical Runes Vincent deciphered without much effort as the names of Muggle and wizards who had been sacrificed during the "witch hunts".
The white-robed bishop gently tapped the obelisk with his scepter, and the name engraved on its front began to rotate little by little, eventually forming an open door.
"Please come in, both of you."
The white-robed bishop had no intention of going in; he simply watched quietly as Vincent and Hermione walked through the door.
The Holy See manages earthly affairs and, in principle, cannot enter the territory belonging to the Wizarding World.
To wizards, they are merely guides.
Vincent and Hermione, as visitors, walked through the gate down and soon came to a magnificent group of sculptures that were extremely rare.
It is about 10 meters high and nearly 30 meters wide, and consists of a variety of human statues.
Some of them wore robes, some carried magic wands, some wore armor, and some held swords and shields.
They are not entirely opposed; on the contrary, they stand together in remarkable harmony.
"The Testament of Oath ..." Hermione whispered the name of the group of statues.
To commemorate the complete end of that bloody and dark period, the Italian Ministry of Magic in the 17th century, together with the Roman Curia, built this group of statues.
The two walked around it for a general look, and then headed toward the exquisite little garden at the back that connected to the Entrance Hall.
Unlike the British Ministry of Magic, the Italian Ministry of Magic is very retro and grand. If it weren't for the many wizards dressed in modern clothes around, anyone would think they had traveled back in time.
Walking through the garden path, the magnificent Entrance Hall of the Italian Ministry of Magic comes into view.
Perhaps to correspond with St. Peter's Square on the ground, the entire Entrance Hall also has many round and square columns.
But they all floated beneath the enormous dome, some even carrying visitors to the dome's office area.
This traditional mode of transportation is much more interesting than elevators or anything like that.
Vincent gazed at the pillars that seemed to be suspended in mid-air from afar.
Unlike the statues of saints and saintesses atop the pillars on the ground, the pillars here are topped with statues of Magical Creatures, which do not scrutinize any of the visitors.
As for the principle behind the pillars' flight, it's not very clear, but judging from the relatively weak magical fluctuations around them, it seems that activating them shouldn't be too difficult.
Vincent and Hermione, who did not understand Italy, had no choice but to follow the wizards around them to a place that looked like a registration office.
Six young women dressed in classic Sarkozy short-sleeved robes stood behind the long counter; they were probably employees specifically responsible for receiving customers.
The two walked to the counter one after the other, where they were greeted by a tall, brown-haired young woman.
She seemed to know they were foreigners, and said in somewhat broken English, "Hello, welcome to the Italian Ministry of Magic."
Her smile was incredibly warm and friendly. "Is this your first time here? How can I help you?"
Vincent and Hermione exchanged a knowing glance.
There is no harm without comparison.
At the entrance to the Italian Ministry of Magic, a white-robed bishop acts as a guide, and the staff responsible for receiving visitors are exceptionally warm and friendly.
What's in the British Ministry of Magic? That dilapidated telephone booth at the entrance? And the cold, impersonal microphone inside?
Putting everything else aside, the Italian Ministry of Magic's human touch alone is enough to completely outshine the British Ministry of Magic.
While Vincent and Hermione exchanged glances, the brown-haired lady behind the counter showed not the slightest impatience.
She maintained a friendly smile and patiently waited for the two foreign visitors to respond.
She didn't have to wait long; Vincent first gave a brief self-introduction:
"Hello, we are wizards from Britain. I am Vincent Wayne, chairman of Wayne Enterprises."
He looked at Hermione beside him. "She is my secretary, Hermione Granger."
The brown-haired young woman looked on in surprise, "Mr. Wayne? The youth representative of Wizengamot in the Britain?"
"It's me," Vincent replied politely. "We're here on behalf of Wayne Enterprises. We'd like to discuss a collaboration with Minister Marcello Fabius Scipio."
"Okay, please wait a moment." She didn't ask what kind of collaboration it was, but dutifully wrote a few lines on a piece of parchment.
After she finished writing, she tossed the parchment into the air, letting it grow wings and fly to the center of the enormous dome.
The parchment disappeared into the dome, but soon after, it flapped its wings and flew back.
After reading the text above, the brown-haired young lady came out from behind the counter and walked up to the two of them.
"Minister Scipio is available right now. Please come with me."
Above the dome is the office area with several layers of magical barriers, including the Minister's Office of the Italian Ministry of Magic.
She led the two to an open space, then raised her wand and pointed to a column floating in mid-air, topped with a griffin statue.
It floated down slowly and finally came to rest horizontally in front of the three people.
The brown-haired woman gestured for the two to sit down. "Please, gentlemen."
After boarding the cylinder, it carried the three of them slowly towards the center of the enormous dome.