As above, when people gather to magically turn crackers into 2,000 year old zombie flesh and blood and eat it, and then complain about people doing witchcraft in the same place, they've lost their damn minds. Oh wait, they've lost their damn minds with just the first half of that sentence.
This reminds me of people freaking out that because of JK Rowling, kids were going to learn how to do witchcraft and start cursing people... and then they'd be sorry! It's. Not. F*cking. Real.
It does hurt... it hurts so bad.
From parsing what the "king of the witches" said I'm honestly having a hard time finding a difference between summoning a demon in church and releasing a ferret. Are we sure he didn't just release a ferret?