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Simple English definitions for legal terms

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A quick definition of reception:

Reception: When one place takes some of the laws from another place. This is often talked about when people talk about taking laws from ancient Rome. In some places, like France and Germany, they still use some of these laws today. In Scotland, they use so many of these laws that people have to study them to become lawyers. But in England, they didn't take many of these laws.

A more thorough explanation:

Definition: Reception refers to the adoption of the law of one jurisdiction by another jurisdiction, either in whole or in part.

For example, in many parts of Europe, monarchs encouraged the reception of Roman law at the expense of medieval customary systems. This means that they adopted some or all of the laws of ancient Rome into their own legal system. In France, Holland, and Germany, the reception of Roman law has been permanent, and modern-day jurists study Roman law to understand the basis of their own legal codes. In Scotland, the law contains so much borrowing from Roman law that studying the corpus of Roman civil law is necessary for legal practice. However, a reception of Roman law never occurred in England.

These examples illustrate how one legal system can influence another. By adopting the laws of another jurisdiction, a country can benefit from the knowledge and experience of that legal system. However, it is important to note that the reception of laws is not always permanent and can vary from country to country.

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Sure! Here’s a short Harry Potter fan fiction that takes place a few years after the Battle of Hogwarts. It features a new mystery at the castle, with familiar faces and a hint of magic yet unknown. --- **Title: The Forgotten Wing** *Set: Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts* --- The war was over. Hogwarts stood proud again, its towers reaching defiantly into the sky, as though daring anyone to try breaking it again. The castle had scars, yes—but so did everyone. Hermione Granger returned not as a student, but as a visiting researcher. The Ministry had granted her special access to the Restricted Section and certain forgotten corridors of the castle for her work in magical archaeology. She walked the halls with familiarity and reverence, her fingers brushing over cold stone walls. One evening, as the sun sank behind the Forbidden Forest, she found herself in a part of the castle that had no name on the Marauder’s Map. "Curious," she muttered, lighting her wand. "Lumos." She
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