"Is she okay?"

Zhou Hong looked at the naked girl with some worry.

The three Aurors this time were completely attracted here. The tragedies of Loya and Emily were also caused by them. In addition, Zhou Hong himself knew what it felt like to be discriminated against, which made him

I felt a strong sense of guilt towards Emily.

Benjamin had similar thoughts to Zhou Hong. He carefully took off his coat and wrapped Emily up, and then said to Zhou Hong:

"It's nothing serious, I just fainted. Did you take pictures of what you were doing here?"

"All the peripheral photography has been taken care of." Zhou Hongyang raised the strange-looking magic camera in his hand and said, "What about your side?"

"No problem, let's go back. It's time to make the next step."

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

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

By the time Zhou Hong and Benjamin got down to earth again, they had already appeared in the Freemason's teleportation hall.

Penello and Soraka had already been waiting here, and when they saw Benjamin and others appearing, they hurriedly greeted them.

Without a word of nonsense, Benjamin and Zhou Hong directly handed over the magic cameras in their hands to Penello, who quickly walked out of the hall with small steps.

Time is running out, and she must immediately have the videos inside turned into movable magic pictures.

At the same time, Soraka was groping around Benjamin's body nervously, and her expression relaxed slightly only after confirming that Benjamin was not injured.

"Soraka, leave me alone. Just take a look at this child."

Benjamin slapped away Soraka's hand that was still trying to reach into his clothes, and directly pushed Emily into his arms.

This action made Soraka give him a look, but in the face of Benjamin's request, Soraka still complied.

While Soraka was checking Emily, Benjamin began to tidy up his appearance. When he was buried under the rubble, his whole body was blackened by various burnt wood, which made him look like

Just like a coal miner.

Beside him, Zhou Hong looked at him with a teasing expression. It was obvious that 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 away Emily's frown before saying slowly:

"She was in good health. She probably fainted because of the heavy blow."

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

Soraka also knew a little bit about Emily's affairs, and she lowered her head at this time. For a moment, all three of them were silent, which made the atmosphere in the teleportation hall become a little gloomy.

At this moment, Franklin opened the door and walked in, smiling and saying loudly:

"Guys! You did a great job! Oh! Was Emily successfully rescued too? This is great! We still need her for our next plan!"

After saying that, he moved forward to hug Benjamin and the others, but his movements suddenly froze.

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

While Benjamin and the others were taking care of Emily, Penelo had already contacted various underground tabloids across the country.

People who have never seen it with their own eyes may not know that the production of magic newspapers, especially the magic patterns on them that move by themselves and look like videos, is extremely complicated.

If you want to produce these magic newspapers efficiently and cost-effectively, you must have an assembly line composed of a large number of alchemical equipment.

Due to price and patent reasons, the relevant manufacturing equipment in the entire country is only equipped by the Daily Prophet and a few very large traditional newspapers. This is why they have been able to monopolize the entire newspaper industry in the country for so long.

As for the remaining tabloids, they have no relevant equipment and can only rely purely on manpower, which makes their costs extremely high, and the high costs will force them to increase the selling price of newspapers.

At the same time, in order to attract customers to buy their newspapers, which are much more expensive than several traditional newspapers such as the Daily Prophet, they can only work on the content.

For example, publishing ghs in your own newspapers, or serializing some novels, or simply walking a tightrope to dig up gossip and scandals about celebrities or even political celebrities.

For this reason, these small newspapers have an extremely bad reputation and are often criticized by traditional mainstream newspapers for being immoral.

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

But even "The Quibbler" couldn't escape the dilemma of lack of funds, and in the end it had no choice but to be acquired by the Los Santos Group.

To sum up, most of these underground tabloids are money-hungry. Therefore, under Penello’s money offensive, although they are required to use good ink and the most sophisticated production technology, almost all tabloids are

I accepted this mysterious and luxurious order without hesitation.

Tonight, the underground black workshops of magic newspapers and periodicals throughout the country are printing an article and video that have been distributed to them early.

And the name of this article is:

"Distressed! Three Aurors took advantage of their power to kill the father of a Muggle wizard! They also tried to do such beastly things to a young girl!"

At first glance, this seems to be just a very vulgar headline and article, but in fact every journalist who saw this headline was full of praise for it.

Because they themselves know very well that there are only a very small number of readers who like complex writing techniques and beautiful writing styles. The vast majority of readers simply do not have the time to ponder the profound meaning contained in your articles. They prefer simple and crude 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 it in the future, because they are almost certain 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 outside their scope of consideration.

Are you kidding me? I’m almost out of food and you still ask me to consider the social impact? Be careful, I’ll spray you to death with my pen!

…

In the early morning, when the sun shone again, some pedestrians appeared in Diagon Alley in twos and threes.

They walked on the cobblestone road of Diagon Alley under the morning light, looking happy and contented.

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 around. After all, this is one of the few times they take a day.

It's free time.

Of course, there are no mixed-blood wizards or Muggle-blood wizards among these people. Under the rejection and threat of Voldemort, Death Eaters and other pure-blood wizards, the ability of these non-pure-blood wizards is to shrink.

I trembled in my own home, not daring to show up at any time.

Mr. Torres, the owner of the Extraordinary Clothing Store, was also among the walking team. He walked slowly in the sunshine and greeted everyone on the road with a smile. The reason why he went out for a walk every day was because he could bring people with him.

Give him endless inspiration.

Regarding the fact that non-pure-blood wizards were suppressed and discriminated against, he himself was happy to see it happen.

After all, he himself comes from a well-known family, and as a person with vested interests, it is naturally impossible for him to stand on the opposite side of his own class.

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

To be honest, the sanitary situation in Diagon Alley has been very worrying since the Muggle wizards who were cleaning the streets went on strike due to the threat of Voldemort, so it is normal for some newspapers to appear on the street.

But strangely, this newspaper is so new.

Moreover, Torres, a professional clothing maker, could tell at a glance that the paper used for this newspaper was very high-grade!

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

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

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

While the students at Hogwarts were enjoying breakfast, the sudden rain of newspapers caused a panic in the auditorium.

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

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

Under such circumstances, the resentment and anger in the hearts of those wizards may have almost reached a critical value, right?

Thinking this, Mike smiled and shook his head.

In his opinion, the current state of affairs is not enough. You must know that these non-pure-blood wizards have been oppressed for more than a day or two. It is very likely that they have long been accustomed to accepting the situation.

At this time, someone needs to jump out and set an example!

"Benjamin, you can start taking action."

Mike whispered to the Masonic gold coins on his chest, and Benjamin, who was far away in the North London cave, became energetic and quickly replied:

"I know, boss."

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

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

At this moment, the street in the slum that was filled with the smell of sewers was already full of people. They all held a newspaper in their hands and were discussing something with sad faces.

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

To put it bluntly, they are all these poor people.

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

"Everyone!" Benjamin shouted loudly, and at this moment his gentle voice had already turned into a cigarette voice, "Have you read today's newspapers?"

"certainly!"

"seen it already!"

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

Seeing this, Benjamin had a smile in his eyes, but he still roared with indignation:

"They are going too far! I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to fight them! Is anyone willing to go to the Ministry of Magic with me to protest?"

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

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

"Young man, it's good that you have this intention. As for protesting, forget it. You must know that the Ministry of Magic is not easy to mess with, and the killed wizard has nothing to do with us. You said..."

"Why doesn't it matter?" Benjamin yelled angrily, "You are indifferent if a family of Muggle wizards dies today, and you are indifferent if two Muggle wizards die tomorrow. Then if one day your family also encounters misfortune, won't you do the same?

Do you want to remain indifferent?"

Benjamin picked up the newspaper, pointed at the picture above of Loya's body lying on the snowy slope and Emily being dragged into the cabin and yelled:

"Look at what these scum have done! Do you think if they escape punishment today, will they do the same thing tomorrow? Ah? Talk!"

Facing Benjamin's questioning, the crowd remained silent, and the old wizard who tried to persuade Benjamin also had a dark look on his face.

Benjamin, who waited for a long time to answer, seemed to be very angry. He threw the newspaper on the ground and shouted:

"Okay! Okay! I finally understand! You are all a bunch of Novs! But it doesn't matter. If you don't go, I will go by myself!"

After saying that, Benjamin waved his arm and walked towards a tavern on the corner of the street, which was the only Floo Network transmission point nearby.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Wait! I'll go with you!"

Benjamin turned back in surprise, and the old wizard slowly followed his footsteps.

The old wizard gently patted Benjamin on the shoulder and said:

"Anyway, I've had enough of this kind of life! If they want the life of an old bone like me, 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.
Chapter completed!