Chapter 515 Loya
"Bang!"
In the Masonic Secret Realm, the door of Penelope's office was pushed open, and Mike, wearing a school uniform, walked into the office with a swagger, but soon, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.
I saw that Penelope's spacious office was already full of people at this moment. Benjamin, Franklin and other Freemasons gathered together, covering the desk.
What's more strange is that at this moment, their faces are full of anger. Franklin's muscles are all tense, and he grits his teeth as if he wants to eat someone. And Soraka and other female members are in tears, sobbing softly on the sofa beside.
Before Mike could react, everyone in the office found Mike and gathered around him, talking to each other, and the chattering hurt Mike's eardrums.
After a long time, Mike roughly figured out why they became so weird.
The situation of the lower-level Muggle wizards is really too bad!
This caused them strong indignation and sympathy.
At the same time, this is also the most fundamental reason why Penelo and others cannot make a choice. Penelo and others have no way to tell which one is the worst among them. At the same time, they lack the determination to make a choice, because their small choice means that an individual or family who is already in a desperate hell is about to lose their only remaining life, which makes them extremely painful.
After understanding everything, Mike's mood suddenly became extremely complicated.
He was actually very happy to see Soraka and others now. You know, when Mike made the decision to induce riots before, she was firmly opposed to it, because it would cause a large number of casualties. Now, after seeing the situation of the lower-level Muggle wizards, Soraka also kept silent about the opposition.
Of course, Mike was not angry at all about Soraka's opposition to his decision, but rather a little relieved.
After all, kindness and goodness are excellent qualities of medical personnel. Mike is very happy that Soraka can still maintain a kind heart after seeing so much darkness.
But for Benjamin, Michael is very disappointed.
You know, Benjamin is an excellent talent that Mike has always cultivated with high hopes. Mike hopes that he can become a good enough decision-maker to facilitate the command of the Freemasons and the Los Santos Group when he is not around.
At this time, anyone can waver because of sympathy, but Benjamin can't!
For Benjamin, this behavior is a naked lack of responsibility!
Looking at Benjamin who bowed his head and said nothing, Mike's eyes were full of disappointment. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and silently opened the thick information on Penello's desk.
As Mike expected, although the people in the information collected by Penello were miserable, they were far from touching Mike. But this is normal. What Benjamin and others have experienced is not comparable to Mike at all. Those too tragic things may not have much reaction after Benjamin and others have seen them. After all, when a person faces a tragedy beyond his cognition, he has no sense of reality.
Just like what the famous Neon director Takeshi Kitano said: A disaster is not an event where 20,000 or 80,000 people died, but an event where one person died, which happened 20,000 times.
The former statement can only make people feel the cold numbers, but the latter can make people feel deep sadness.
After thinking for a long time, Mike finally sighed, gently pressed his finger on a black and white photo and said:
"Let's take him, Loya Cavendish."
As soon as these words came out, Penello, who was comforting Soraka, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This matter was pending, and she was under the greatest pressure.
"In addition," Mike continued, "don't waste the rest of the information, compile it all into a book, and prepare to make it public later."
"Got it!"
In the office, the responses of the crowd were deafening, and Benjamin's voice was the loudest.
The look Mike gave him before made him vaguely feel something, which made him very uneasy, and he had made up his mind to perform well in this matter.
Mike was apparently a little bored with their statements. He leaned against the desk and waved his hand and said,
"Go ahead."
"Bang!"
The door of the office was opened again, and Benjamin and others filed out, with either firm or complicated expressions.
They knew very well that what they were about to do would change the world!
...
In a forest in the wilderness of Northern Ireland, a middle-aged man with dishevelled hair and a thick cotton coat was chopping down trees with an axe.
It was not easy. The cold weather made the logging work, which was already difficult in the past, even more difficult. However, the man did not give up, but gritted his teeth and continued to swing the axe.
The intense exercise made the heat rise above his head, and the white air from his mouth was like a sword of air, piercing straight out for a long distance.
Finally, with a creaking sound that made people's teeth ache, the tree was chopped down.
The middle-aged man wiped his sweat, stepped forward and divided it into neat wood sections, and tied them together with the wood that had been cut before.
Then, he took out a plain brown wand from his bosom with difficulty, cleared his throat nervously, and then chanted loudly to the pile of wood:
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
The man's loud voice startled many birds hiding in the forest, but what was inconsistent with his solemn spell-casting ceremony was that the pile of wood bundled together only slowly floated up by only ten centimeters.
However, the man was obviously very satisfied with the result. He excitedly put away the wand and went forward to carry the floating pile of wood on his back.
The scene looked a little shocking, because the pile of wood was so big that it was definitely not something that one person could carry.
But under the effect of the levitation spell, the middle-aged man was able to carry it on his back and walk briskly in the forest.
The forest was filled with cold fog in the early winter morning. The middle-aged man walked quickly on the forest path. After a while, his eyebrows, beard and other hair were covered with dew.
However, the middle-aged man did not care at all. In winter, firewood is always consumed at an alarming rate. He had already used up all the firewood in his home before he came out today, so he had to rush back with the firewood as soon as possible to prevent his lovely daughter from getting cold.
When he thought of his little daughter, the man could not help but fall into memories.
The middle-aged man's name was Roya Cavendish, which was a very good name. When he was a child, his father always told him proudly about the glorious deeds of their ancestors. Although their family had declined, his parents were still proud of the surname Cavendish.
In fact, little Roya did not live up to this surname. He had excellent grades since he was a child and was very strong. He even received an admission letter from Hogwarts on his 11th birthday and became the first wizard in the history of the Cavendish family.
This made his parents proud of him.
But what happened later was not so wonderful.
Like most children, Roya, who was away from his parents' supervision, was completely indulged. He played and reveled wantonly, which led to his grades being a mess. He didn't even get any useful NEWT level certificate until graduation.
There is no doubt that Roya, whose spell ability was terrible, couldn't find any job in the wizarding world, which forced him to return to the Muggle world.
But when he returned home in despair, he found that his parents had died in a car accident a few months ago!
This is undoubtedly sad news. Not only did he not see his parents, he did not even attend their funeral.
But worse things are still to come.
Since his parents did not make a will, and as their only heir, Roya has been unable to contact him in Hogwarts, so all his parents' inheritance has been nationalized.
This is actually nothing. After all, Roya himself is still alive. As long as he goes to the relevant departments to appeal, he can still get back part of the inheritance after spending some time.
But sadly, Roya doesn't understand this at all!
Just like the old prisoners who have served decades in prison in the movie "The Shawshank Redemption" can't adapt to life outside the prison after being released, Roya, who has left his parents and lived alone in Hogwarts since he was 11 years old, is also very unfamiliar with this world.
The changes in this world are so great that Roya is at a loss.
In desperation, Roya can only return to the wizarding world again and become a tramp, traveling between various wizard gathering points and Muggle towns, making a living by scavenging and hunting.
Fortunately, there are many people like Loya. These people gather together and even form a small settlement.
Loya also found his own love here, married a Muggle witch with average looks, and gave birth to a lovely daughter.
Although life is difficult, Loya feels extremely satisfied with his family.
But good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. Loya's tragedy is far from over.
When his youngest daughter was 10 years old, Loya's wife disappeared. He searched for a long time alone, but the answer he finally got was that his wife ran away with a widowed old wizard because she couldn't stand the poor life.
Just when Loya hadn't come out of the shadow of being abandoned by his wife, his youngest daughter Emily was identified as a squib.
This made Loya desperate. He originally expected Emily to become an outstanding witch and help their family complete the class jump.
But now all this has become a bubble.
With all hope lost, Loya lived with Emily like a ghost. There were countless good intentions in this world, but none of them belonged to them.
Loya originally thought that they would spend their lives like this, but all this changed due to the rise of a company.
Los Santos Corporation.
This great company founded by a Muggle wizard genius not only provided many Muggle talents with limited intelligence with channels to rise, but also provided a large number of low-level jobs that were actually dispensable for useless trash like Loya.
Of course, the term "useless trash" was just Loya's self-mockery. In the official language of the Los Santos Corporation, these people were called unemployed, and the jobs given to them were collectively called welfare plans. It is said that
the boss of the Los Santos Corporation originally planned to directly distribute money and food, but because he was deeply afraid that these people would completely become termites and lose their ability to work in the long run, he changed it to a work-for-pay method.
Loya was very grateful for this, because although the salary for this job was not much, it made him feel respected and regained hope.
But the goddess of fate played a joke on him again this time. Just when their family was thriving, Voldemort returned.
This forced Loya to give up his hard-earned job and flee to the wilderness of Northern Ireland with his daughter overnight.
Because no one knows better than Loya what Voldemort's return means. When he was young, he experienced a riot brought by Voldemort. At that time, he escaped by luck. This time, he didn't think he would have such good luck.
The fact is just as he expected. This time, the pure-blood movement is even more tragic than the previous one. The little wizards in Hogwarts and those powerful Muggle wizards are still okay, but those Muggle wizards who are like Loya and have no food and clothing are in big trouble. The main target of the Death Eaters is this group of people.
Later, even some ordinary wizards began to hate them, thinking that it was their existence that caused them to be implicated. These people can't do anything to others, so they can only vent their anger on people like Loya.
Regarding the discrimination of pure-blood wizards against them, these Muggle wizards, Loya doesn't want to make too many comments.
Although he had thought about it, he knew that if he was a pure-blood or half-blood, his grades at Hogwarts might not be so bad. Even if he had limited education after graduation, he could at least find a job as a salesperson to make a living, and his wife would not leave him. After all, the old wizard she followed was just a rotten pure-blood waste, poor and mean. He hooked up with Roya's wife just to find a babe and a nanny, and often beat and abused her.
Even if he was not a Muggle-born wizard, his daughter might not have become a squib.
But these words from Roya were completely meaningless. You know, no matter what a loser says, it sounds like an excuse, and it is a cliché and boring excuse.
Shaking his head, Roya threw all these strange ideas out of his mind.
Today is his youngest daughter Emily's birthday. He has already prepared a gift, and now he must hurry back before Emily wakes up.
Imagining Emily's cute look when she sees the gift, a smile gradually appeared on Roya's originally frowning face.
He took a deep breath and quickened his pace. As he walked, he kept muttering:
"There is so much misery in the world, but there is always a flame in the middle of it. The night will end, the sun will rise, and in God's garden of freedom, we will be reborn."