Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Is she okay?"

Zhou Hong looked at the girl with no strands of hair worriedly.

The three Aurors this time were completely attracted to them. The tragedy of Loya and Emily was also caused by them. In addition, Zhou Hong himself knew the taste of being discriminated against, which made him Feeling a lot of guilt for Emily.

Benjamin also had the same idea as Zhou Hong. He carefully took off his coat and wrapped Emily, and then said to Zhou Hong:

"It's okay, just passed out. Did you take pictures of your situation here?"

"The photography on the periphery has been done." Zhou Hongyang raised the weird-looking magic camera in his hand and said, "What about yours?"

"No problem, let's go back, it's time to plan the next step."

Benjamin checked the portable magic camera hanging on his chest and then took out his wand. When Zhou Hong put his arm around him, he hugged Emily, took out the Masonic gold coin and pressed it down hard. .

In the mountain of ruins, the three Benjamins suddenly began to twist, and then a ripple rippled in the air, and the three of them disappeared in place.

When Zhou Hong and Benjamin got down to earth again, they had already appeared in the teleportation hall of Freemasonry.

Penello and Soraka had already been waiting here, and they quickly greeted Benjamin and the others.

Without a word of nonsense, Benjamin and Zhou Hong directly handed over the magic camera in their hands to Penello, while the latter walked quickly towards the outside of the hall with small steps.

Time was running out, and she had to get someone to turn the video into a moving magic picture right away.

At the same time, Soraka was groping around Benjamin with a nervous expression, and the expression on his face eased a little after confirming that Benjamin was not injured.

"Soraka, leave me alone. Just look at this kid."

Benjamin patted off Soraka's hand that was still trying to reach into his clothes, and shoved Emily directly into the other's arms.

This action caused Soraka to give him a roll of eyes, but in the face of Benjamin's request, Soraka complied.

While Soraka was checking Emily's work,

Benjamin began to organize his appearance. When he was buried under the ruins, he was blackened by all kinds of scorched wood, which made him look like a coal miner now.

Beside him, Zhou Hong looked at him with a teasing expression. Obviously, Zhou Hong also saw Soraka's little move just now.

Soon, Soraka's inspection was over.

She gently rubbed Emily's eyebrows until she completely rubbed Emily's tightly frowning brows before saying slowly:

"She is in good health, and she must have fainted because of the blow she received."

Hearing that, Zhou Hong and Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief, but their brows furrowed again when they thought of what Emily had just experienced.

Soraka also knew a little about Emily's affairs, and lowered her head at this time. For a while, the three of them fell silent, which made the atmosphere in the teleportation hall a little low.

At this moment, Franklin pushed the door and walked in, and said loudly with a smile:

"Guys! You did a great job! Oh! Did Emily get rescued too? That's great! We need her for the rest of our plans!"

After he finished speaking, he was about to step forward to hug Benjamin and the others, but his movements suddenly froze.

Because in front of him, there are three pairs of angry eyes staring at him.

While Benjamin and the others were taking care of Emily, Penello had already contacted various underground tabloids all over the country.

Those who haven't seen it with their own eyes may not know that the production of magic newspapers, especially the magic patterns that move by themselves and look like videos, is extremely complicated.

If you want to produce these magical newspapers efficiently and at low cost, you must have an assembly line composed of a large number of alchemy equipment.

The related manufacturing equipment is only equipped by the Prophet Daily and a few super-large traditional newspapers in the whole country due to price and patent reasons, which is why they have been able to monopolize the entire newspaper industry in the country for so long.

As for the other remaining tabloids, because there is no related equipment, they can only rely solely on manpower, which makes their cost extremely high, and the high cost will make them have to increase the price of newspapers.

At the same time, in order to attract customers to buy newspapers whose prices are much higher than those of several traditional newspapers such as the Daily Prophet, they can only work on the content.

For example, it is like publishing ghs in one's own newspapers, or specializing in serializing some novels, or simply walking a tightrope to dig up some celebrity or even political celebrity gossip scandals.

As a result, these tabloids have an extremely bad reputation, and are often criticized by traditional mainstream newspapers for being immoral.

The Quibbler, founded by Luna's father before, is a typical example of content being king. Although his crazy ideas are funny, they are unexpectedly popular.

But even "The Quibbler" could not escape the plight of lack of funds, and in the end it could only be acquired by the Los Santos Group.

To sum up, most of these underground tabloids are money-seekers, so under Penello's money offensive, although they are required to use good ink and the most sophisticated production technology, almost all the tabloids are I accepted this mysterious and extravagant order without hesitation.

Tonight, the underground dark workshops of magic newspapers and magazines in the whole country are printing an article and video that were distributed to them early.

And the title of this article is:

"Sad! Three Aurors use their power to kill a Muggle wizard father! He also tried to do such beastly things to the girl in the flower season! 》

At first glance, this seems to be just a very vulgar headline and article, but in fact every news person who sees this headline is full of praise for it.

Because they themselves know very well that there are very few readers who like complex brushwork and beautiful style of writing, and the vast majority of readers simply do not have the time to ponder the deep meaning of your article, and they prefer simple and rude articles!

The editors of these tabloids read this article over and over again, trying to figure out the key points in it so that they can imitate them in the future, because they can almost be sure that this article will definitely become a hit.

As for what impact this article will have on society after it is published.

This is completely out of their consideration.

What a joke! I'm almost out of food, and you still ask me to consider the social impact? Be careful I spray you with a pen!

...

In the early morning, when the sun shone down again, there were already some pedestrians in twos and threes on Diagon Alley.

They strolled down the cobblestones of Diagon Alley on the morning light, looking at ease.

These people are all residents of Diagon Alley, and most of them are also the owners of various shops in Diagon Alley. They always like to take a walk in Diagon Alley every morning when there are few people. After all, this is one of the few times in their day. Leisure time.

Of course, there are no half-blood wizards and Muggle-blood wizards among these people. Under the exclusion and threat of Voldemort, Death Eaters and other pure-blood wizards, the ability of these non-pure-blood wizards is to curl up She shivered in her own home, not daring to show her head at any time.

Mr. Torres, the owner of the extraordinary clothing store, was also in the walking team. He walked slowly against the sun and greeted everyone on the road with a smile. The reason why he goes out for a walk every day is because it can bring Give him endless inspiration.

Regarding the suppression and discrimination of non-pure-blood wizards, he himself is happy to see it happen.

After all, he himself is from a famous family. As a vested interest, he naturally cannot stand on the opposite side of his own class.

However, just as he was walking gracefully, a newspaper scattered on the ground suddenly caught his attention.

To be honest, the hygiene of Diagon Alley has been very bad since the Muggle wizards who did the complicated street sweeping went on strike due to the threat of Voldemort, so it is normal for some newspapers to appear on the street.

Strangely enough, this newspaper is so new.

Moreover, Torres, who is a professional dressmaker, can see at a glance that the paper used by this newspaper is very high-grade!

Out of curiosity, Torres picked up the newspaper and read it, and as he read deeper, the everlasting elegant smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, replaced by deep anger!

At the same time, tens of thousands of newspapers are being loaded and unloaded in Owl Post Offices all over the country. With the secret and strong financial support of the Los Santos Group, all these expensive tabloids are distributed for free today!

With the help of the owls, not only Diagon Alley, but almost every wizard gathering point received a large number of tabloids, and even a wave of newspapers rained over the Hogwarts Great Hall.

While the students at Hogwarts were having breakfast, the sudden rain of newspapers suddenly caused a flutter in the auditorium.

Looking at this chaotic scene, the corners of Mike's mouth rose slightly.

With such a big battle, even if all the Muggle wizards huddled in their safe houses and refused to come out, they must have known about the tragic experience of the Loya family.

Under such circumstances, the resentment and anger in the wizards' hearts may have reached the critical value, right?

Thinking of this, Mike shook his head with a smile.

In his opinion, the current state of affairs is far from enough. You must know that these non-pure-blood wizards have been oppressed for a day or two, and they may have long been used to resignation.

And at this time, someone needs to jump out and be an example!

"Benjamin, you can get started."

Mike spoke softly to the Masonic gold coin on his chest, while Benjamin, who was far away in the North London slum, was refreshed and quickly replied:

"Got it, boss."

After saying that, he skillfully drank a bottle of potion, and changed from a handsome young man with a handsome appearance to a thin middle-aged man with a stubble face. The expression on his face also changed from a sneer to anger at the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the newspaper on the table and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and rushed out!

At this moment, the street in the slum filled with the smell of sewage was already full of people, all of them holding a newspaper in their hands, and they were discussing something with a frown.

These people are all the non-pure-blood wizards in this slum. A small number of them are residents who originally lived here, and more are refugees who came to avoid the pursuit of the Death Eaters.

To put it bluntly, these poor people.

And these people are the purpose of Benjamin's trip.

"Big guys!" Benjamin shouted loudly, and his warm and jade-like voice had long since turned into a smokey voice, "Have you all read today's newspaper?"

"certainly!"

"seen it already!"

The gathered wizards responded to Benjamin's call. From their expressions at the moment, Benjamin could feel an emotion called anger.

Seeing this, Benjamin's eyes filled with a smile, but he still roared with righteous indignation:

"They've gone too far! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to fight them! Would anyone want to protest at the Ministry of Magic with me?"

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down. Everyone looked at Benjamin in surprise, as if they were looking at a fool.

After a long time, an old wizard with white hair and beard came out of the crowd and said to Benjamin with a stern look:

"Young man, it's good if you have this heart. As for protesting this kind of thing, forget it. You know that the Ministry of Magic is not easy to mess with, and the wizard who was killed has nothing to do with us. You say..."

"It doesn't matter!" Benjamin yelled angrily, "You are indifferent to the death of a family of Muggle wizards today, and you are indifferent to the death of two Muggle wizards tomorrow. If one day your family suffers misfortune, will you also be indifferent? Do you want to remain indifferent?"

Benjamin picked up the newspaper, pointed to the picture of Loya's body lying on the snow slope and Emily being dragged into the wooden house and shouted:

"Look at what these scumbags do! Do you think if they escaped punishment today, will they do the same thing tomorrow? Huh? Talk!"

In the face of Benjamin's questioning, the crowd remained silent, and the old wizard who persuaded Benjamin also had a dark expression.

Benjamin, who was waited for an answer after a while, seemed to be extremely angry. He threw the newspaper on the ground and shouted:

"Okay! Okay! I understand! You are all a bunch of Novels! But it doesn't matter, you don't go, I'll go by myself!"

After saying that, Benjamin flicked his arm and walked towards a tavern on the corner of the street, which is the only Floo network transmission point in the vicinity.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly rang.

"Wait! I'll go with you!"

Benjamin turned his head in 'surprised', slowly that the old wizard actually followed in his footsteps.

The old wizard patted Benjamin's shoulder lightly and said:

"I've had enough of this kind of life anyway! If they want the life of my old bone, then give it to them!"

The old wizard's speech was like a signal. More and more people in the originally silent crowd stood up. They waved the newspapers in their hands and rushed towards the tavern angrily.

Seeing this, Benjamin and the old wizard looked at each other, and both had meaningful smiles on their faces.