Chapter 517 Promotion

"Is she okay?"

Zhou Hong looked at the naked girl with some worry.

The three Aurors were attracted here by them. The tragedy of Loya and Emily was caused by them. In addition, Zhou Hong himself knew the taste of being discriminated against, which made him feel guilty towards Emily. Benjamin had the same

idea as Zhou Hong. He carefully took off his coat and wrapped Emily up. Then he said to Zhou Hong:

"It's okay, she just fainted. What's going on here? Did you take pictures?"

"The photography of the periphery has been done." Zhou Hong raised the magic camera in his hand that looked a little weird and said, "What about yours?"

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

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

In the mountain of ruins, the figures of Benjamin and the other two suddenly began to twist, and then a wave of waves spread in the air, and the three of them disappeared on the spot.

When Zhou Hong and Benjamin stepped on the ground again, they had already appeared in the Masonic teleportation hall.

Penelope and Soraka had been waiting here for a long time, and when they saw Benjamin and others appear, they hurried to greet them.

Without a word of nonsense, Benjamin and Zhou Hong directly handed the magic camera in their hands to Penelope, and the latter walked quickly out of the hall.

Time is tight, she must immediately have someone make the film inside into a movable magic picture.

At the same time, Soraka was groping on Benjamin's body with a nervous face, and the expression on her face was slightly relaxed until she confirmed that Benjamin was not injured.

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

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

This action made Soraka roll her eyes at him, but facing Benjamin's request, Soraka still did it.

While Soraka was checking Emily, Benjamin began to tidy up his appearance. When he was buried under the rubble, his whole body was rubbed black by various burnt woods, which made him look like a coal miner now.

Beside him, Zhou Hong was looking at him with a teasing look on his face. Obviously, Zhou Hong also saw Soraka's little action just now.

Soon, Soraka's inspection was over.

She gently rubbed Emily's eyebrows until she completely rubbed her frown away, then she slowly said,

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

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 about Emily's situation, and she lowered her head at this time. For a moment, all three of them fell silent, which made the atmosphere in the teleportation hall a little depressed.

At this moment, Franklin pushed the door and walked in, laughing and saying loudly,

"Guys! You did a great job! Oh! Was Emily also successfully rescued? That's great! We still need her for our next plan!"

After that, he was about 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, Penelope had already contacted various underground tabloids in various parts of Ying Country.

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

In order to produce these magic newspapers efficiently and at a low cost, a production line composed of a large number of alchemical equipment is required.

Due to the price and patent reasons, only the Daily Prophet and a few super-large traditional newspapers in the entire Ying country have the relevant manufacturing equipment, which is why they have been able to monopolize the entire Ying country's newspaper industry for so long.

As for the remaining tabloids, they can only rely on manpower because they do not have the relevant equipment, which makes their costs extremely high, and the high costs will force them to increase the price of newspapers. At the same time,

in order to attract customers to buy their newspapers, which are much more expensive than those of the Daily Prophet and other traditional newspapers, they can only work on the content.

For example, they can publish ghs in their own newspapers, or serialize some novels, or simply walk a tightrope to dig up some gossip and scandals of celebrities or even political celebrities.

That is why these tabloids have a very 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 representative of content being king. Although his crazy ideas are funny, they are unexpectedly popular.

But even The Quibbler can't escape the plight of lack of funds, and finally it can only be acquired by Los Santos Corporation.

In summary, most of these underground tabloids are money-grubbing goods, so under Penelope's money offensive, although they are required to use the best ink and the most sophisticated production technology, almost all tabloids have accepted this mysterious and luxurious order without hesitation.

Tonight, the entire Yingguo magic newspaper underground black workshop is printing an article and video that was distributed to them early.

And the name of this article is:

"Heartbroken! Three Aurors used their power to kill a Muggle wizard father! And they also tried to do such beastly things to a young girl! 》

At first glance, this seems to be just a very vulgar title and article, but in fact, every journalist who saw this title praised it highly.

Because they themselves know that only a very small number of readers like complex writing and beautiful writing style. The vast majority of readers have no time to ponder the deep meaning of your article. 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 not within their consideration at all.

What a joke! I can't even afford to eat, and you still want me to consider the social impact? Be careful or I'll spray you to death with my pen!

...

In the early morning, when the sun shines down again, some pedestrians have appeared in twos and threes on Diagon Alley.

They walk on the cobblestone road of Diagon Alley in the morning light, looking 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 walk in Diagon Alley when there are few people in the morning. After all, this is one of the few leisure times in their day.

Of course, there are no half-blood wizards and Muggle-blood wizards among these people. Under the exclusion and threats of Voldemort, the Death Eaters and other pure-blood wizards, these non-pure-blood wizards can only curl up in their homes and tremble, and dare not show their heads at any time.

Mr. Torres, the owner of the Extraordinary Clothing Store, was also in the walking group. He walked slowly in the sunshine and greeted everyone on the road with a smile. The reason why he walked out every day was because it could bring him endless inspiration.

He was happy to see the oppression and discrimination of non-pure-blood wizards. After all,

he was born in a famous family. As a vested interest, he naturally could not stand on the opposite side of his own class.

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

To be honest, the sanitation of Diagon Alley has been very worrying since the Muggle wizards who cleaned the streets went on strike due to Voldemort's threat, so it is normal for some newspapers to appear on the street.

But strangely, this newspaper is too new.

Moreover, as a professional clothing maker, Torres saw at a glance that the paper used for this newspaper is very high-end!

Out of curiosity, Torres picked up the newspaper and started reading it. As he read more and more, the elegant smile on his lips disappeared, replaced by deep anger!

At the same time, tens of thousands of newspapers were constantly being loaded and unloaded in owl post offices across the country. With the strong financial support of the Los Santos Group, all these expensive tabloids were 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 newspaper rain fell over the Hogwarts Hall.

At that time, the students of Hogwarts were enjoying breakfast, and the sudden rain of newspapers caused a mess in the hall.

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

With such a big battle, even if all the Muggle wizards were hiding 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 hearts of those wizards are probably about to reach the critical value, right?

Thinking of this, Mike smiled and shook his head.

In his opinion, the current situation is far from enough. You must know that these non-pure-blood wizards have been oppressed for a long time, and they may have long been accustomed to accepting it.

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

"Benjamin, you can start to act."

Mike whispered to the Masonic gold coin on his chest, and Benjamin, who was far away in the slums of North London, was refreshed and quickly replied:

"Got it, boss."

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

picked up the newspaper on the table, pushed open the tattered wooden door and rushed out!

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

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

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

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

"Everyone!" Benjamin shouted loudly, and his voice, which was as gentle as jade, had long turned into a smoky voice. "Have you all read today's newspaper?"

"Of course!"

"I have!"

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

Seeing this, Benjamin's eyes showed a hint of smile, but he still roared indignantly:

"They are really too much! I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to fight them! Is there anyone willing to go to the Ministry of Magic with me to protest?" 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 walked out of the crowd, and said to Benjamin with emotion:

"Young man, it's good that you have this intention, but forget it about protesting. You should know that the Ministry of Magic is not easy to mess with, and the wizards who were killed have nothing to do with us, you say..."

"How can it have nothing to do with us!" Benjamin shouted angrily, "Today a Muggle wizard family died and you are indifferent, and tomorrow two Muggle wizards died and you are also indifferent, then if one day your family encounters misfortune, will you also be indifferent?"

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

"Look at what these scumbags did! Do you think that if they escape punishment today, they will do the same thing tomorrow? Ah? Speak!"

Faced with Benjamin's questioning, the crowd remained silent, and the old wizard who tried to persuade Benjamin also had a gloomy expression.

After waiting for a long time, Benjamin seemed to be very angry when he got the answer. He threw the newspaper on the ground and shouted:

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

After that, Benjamin swung his arms and walked towards a tavern on the corner of the street. It was the only Floo network transmission point nearby.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Wait! I'll go with you!"

Benjamin turned around in surprise, and the old wizard caught up with him.

The old wizard patted Benjamin on the shoulder and said,

"I've had enough of this kind of life! If they want to kill an old man like me, then give it to them!"

The old wizard's words were like a signal. More and more people in the silent crowd stood up, waving newspapers in their hands and rushing towards the tavern angrily.

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