The Great Writers of Hogwarts

Chapter 29 Whoever Steals God’s Name Will Be Punished by God (Two in One)

Xenophilius, who had just landed, looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Why are there so many people in front of my house?

Why are they still holding signs and slogans, saying they want to protect Harry Potter?
Why did a Potter Research Society pop up again, looking for him to solicit donations?

"What a mess!"

Xenophilius was stunned. He turned his head to look at Pandora, wondering if there was something wrong with the spell his wife released, whether it sent them to the wrong place or made them see hallucinations.

Even Pandora herself is doubting, could it be that she has been studying the quantum mechanics of the gods and gods all this time, and as a result, she made a huge, huge and low-level mistake when releasing the spell?

Just before they came to their senses, the member of the Potter Research Society became impatient.

He almost put the donation box in front of Xenophilius.

"There are still many followers of the savior waiting to join the Potter Research Society. Everyone is eager to be blessed by the savior. Don't waste the time of so many people."

"If you can't afford the highest-level dues, then you can pay the lower-level dues.

As a result, your sincerity and dedication are insufficient, and the eyes of the savior will first fall on senior members, but it is also better than those who have nothing. "

"One Galleon per person, just pay, don't think about it!"

Then, he shook the huge fund-raising box, and the coins inside rolled and collided, making a crisp and noisy sound, which showed his urging to Andre and the others.

Surrounded by loud noises and treated with such an attitude, Xenophilius also aroused strong resentment and anger.

Xenophilius blushed, rebutting the member of the Potter Research Society.

"Pay? Why should I pay!"

"What Potter Research Society, I've never heard of it!

There is also a membership fee of one gold Galleon. Why, your membership is supposed to be gold-plated? "

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the members of the Potter Research Society in front of him sank.

"If you don't pay, you haven't heard of the Potter Research Society? Then why are you here to join in the fun?"

"This is now the activity venue of the Potter Research Society, and all the people here are loyal believers of the savior, what are you doing here?
I order you to leave immediately! "

Xenophilius smiled angrily.

"leave?"

"This is my home, it's you uninvited guys who should leave!

I order you, get off our Lovegood land at once, or I'll call the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. "

And just after Xenophilius said these words, the members of the Potter Research Society in front of him froze for a moment, their voices trembling.

"What did you say?"

"You are the Lovegoods?"

Before Xenophilius could speak, the member of the Potter Research Society drew out his wand, fired a lightning-like symbol into the air, and shouted hoarsely at the same time.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"The evil Lovegood family has infiltrated the believers of the Savior, intending to plot evil!
Believers of the savior, the time has come to protect the reputation of the savior Harry Potter, holy war, this is holy war! "

The bustling crowd around Andre and the others suddenly emptied out, and the wizards avoided them like the plague, with fear and hatred in their eyes.

Some people have even drawn out their wands, as if to answer the call of the Potter Research Society member, to respond to this "holy war".

The higher-ups of the Porter Research Institute have also noticed the movement here.

After knowing that it was the Lovegood family, Chairman Pearson was shaking with excitement.

After mobilizing contacts to publish critical articles against The Quibbler and attracting a large number of Harry Potter followers to Lovegood's home, he found another way to make money.

In the name of "jihad", to arouse the emotions of the people in the wizarding world who worship Harry Potter, this is really making money!

In such a fanatical environment, even the most rational person will become irrational, and the most stingy person will spend a lot of money.

The high membership fee charged by the Porter Research Society these days alone is almost as high as the sum of the past year's income.

Pearson now understands, no wonder that in the Middle Ages, when it comes to the richest people, the king was not even ranked, and the Pope was the only one.

This secular taxation is simply not the same as religious taxation.

Their Potter Research Society used to collect money, and at least they produced some articles and published some research results on Harry Potter. It was hard to earn.

It is still easy to get money from religion!
In addition to the obvious difference in the speed of receiving money, Pearson also deeply felt the huge difference in authority.

In the past few days, he has really felt what it means to be in control of power and what it means to be surrounded by thousands of people.

And to control so many people, Pearson thought it would be very difficult, but it turned out to be unimaginably simple.

Those wizards who are usually very shrewd and some have quite a social status, once they mix in the crowd, they seem to follow the crowd. Those excellent qualities are swept away, and they become as easy as the most ignorant wizards. agitate.

The more people, the more easily manipulated "rabble".

Pearson only needs a poor speech to arouse the applause of the crowd. This feeling really makes him want to stop, and it further increases his determination to turn the Porter Institute into a religion.

"It's called Byport Cult!
The doctrine is to enshrine the savior Harry Potter as a god, and I am the high priest and pope, and the developed believers must submit offerings regularly.

In this way, when evil comes to the wizarding world, the eyes of the savior Harry Potter will fall on believers, so that they will be protected from the mysterious man and his minions, and not afraid of death curses and curses. "

However, Pearson is also well aware that the current situation is temporary. After a few days, when people's enthusiasm fades, everything he enjoys now may disappear.

It is necessary to take advantage of this time to stir up a wave of emotions and announce the establishment of a religion as a matter of course.

Now seeing the Lovegoods coming, Pearson felt a burst of ecstasy.

Isn't "Jihad" the best excuse to stir up religious fanaticism?

Now that the enemy has appeared, it is the right time to establish a religion.

The Baptist Church should be established today, and I, Pearson, are the Pope!
Pearson led the high-level officials of the Porter Institute through the crowd, walking towards Andre and the others.

On their way forward, the crowd spontaneously made way for them and followed them.

This increased Pearson's excitement even more. He took a deep breath and came before Xenophilius and the others, opening his mouth to criticize condescendingly.

"Scumbags who slander the savior Harry Potter, rats in the gutter, how dare you mix in with the faithful believers of the savior?
Tell me quickly, what kind of conspiracy do you have? Are you bewitched by evil forces to tarnish the divine brilliance of the Savior? "

Xenophilius laughed angrily.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around, he really wanted to punch Pearson in the face right now.

"You gathered in front of my house, carrying signs, bustling and making loud noises.

I haven't asked you what you are going to do, what kind of conspiracy is here! "

"You are still launching markers now, why, are you trying to imitate the Death Eaters and establish such an organization?
Hurry up and leave, or I'll call the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to come and grab Azkaban, all of you leaders! "

Xenophilius' cry caused the crowd to roar.

Hearing "Death Eaters" and "Azkaban", finally someone's feverish brain began to cool down.

Their battle for this gathering is too big, and they will definitely be targeted by the Ministry of Magic.

There is also the act of launching markers. For so many years, no organization has dared to launch markers into the sky like this. This is almost becoming the exclusive behavior of Death Eaters.

If the Aurors were indeed called, many of them would lose their jobs.

The originally outraged crowd finally calmed down a lot.

Seeing this scene, Pearson looked gloomy and increased his volume.

"Organization, yes, of course, of course an organization must be established!"

"There must be an organization that fights for the savior Harry Potter, and the members of this organization take it as their duty to protect the honor of the savior.

Because the savior has saved the magic world, and will save the magic world again. "

"Everyone knows that the mysterious man just disappeared, he will come back, and he will definitely come back again.

When the mysterious man returns and the Death Eaters are summoned again, should the savior Harry Potter fight alone?

Of course he also needs an organization that is loyal to him! "

"The Ministry of Magic cannot protect us, and neither can Dumbledore. This has been proven more than ten years ago. Only Harry Potter can protect us.

If building a faithful organization for Harry Potter comes at the price of being locked up in Azkaban, let me, Pearson, take it all. "

After saying that, Pearson took off his black robe, revealing as many as a dozen lightning-shaped scars on his body.

He held up his magic wand, as if the pope held up his scepter, as if bathed in the light of the savior.

"That's right, today, here, I announce the establishment of the Byport Cult!"

There was silence among the crowd as Pearson delivered the speech.

Immediately afterwards, there was a boiling cry.

"By Potter!"

"By Potter!"

"By Potter!"

Boom, boom, boom.

The lightning-like sign kept lighting up over Lovegood's house, illuminating the valley already shrouded in night as bright as day.

Andre and the others finally saw what Lovegood's house looked like now.

The originally warm little home was now devastated, the gate had been violently damaged by the curse, there were several holes in the wall, and the inside had obviously been broken into and searched, and the place where the naked eye could see was a mess.

In an instant, the Lovegood family, even the ethereal and calm Luna in the original book, showed an angry look for the first time.

"How dare you? How dare you!"

"Break into Lovegood's house, this is a crime! You have violated the laws of the wizarding world, and the Wizengamot will judge you!"

Xenophilius yelled at Pearson.

But Pearson just responded with a sneer of disdain and pity, as if the upper class were mocking the lowly bumpkins who don't know the taste of power.

He looked down at Xenophilius, Andre and the others with a condescending attitude.

"Ah, yes, it's illegal to break into a private house."

"Then what happened?"

"The savior Potter saved the entire wizarding world, and only then did he uphold the laws of the wizarding world from those murderers.

Since the laws of the wizarding world exist only because of Harry Potter, so what is it to violate such a trivial law in order to protect his reputation? "

Pearson lowered his voice and said quietly.

"What's more, you are also an adult, and you should know that the law is used to control you low-class people, but it can't control the high-class people.

So many well-known followers of Death Eaters and You-Know-Who are still living a decent life. As a loyal follower of Harry Potter, who dares to judge me? "

Xenophilius was dumbfounded listening to Pearson's violent remarks.

In a daze, he felt that the members of the Potter Research Society and the believers encouraged by them were no different from the Death Eaters ten years ago.

If Harry Potter is really surrounded by these people, is it the savior or another mysterious person who is pushed to the altar?

And at this moment, it was Andre's voice that responded to Pearson.

Andre stared at Pearson, a character who never appeared in the original book.

In his past and present lives, he rarely hated a person so much, it was almost to the point of nausea.

"A gentleman? I seem to hear you calling yourself a gentleman. Are you making a mistake?"

"From the beginning to the end, you and your so-called Potter Research Society are nothing more than a washroom that you can come in for money to help those who are covered in stink to wash off the stench."

"A group of cockroaches in the washroom, swindling under the name of Harry Potter, thinking they are high-class people, what kind of clown comedy are you doing?
It's okay to deceive others, but how can you deceive yourself? "

When Pearson heard Andre's pungent ridicule, the veins on his forehead were already popping up.

"Little rascal, if you dare to blaspheme the spokesperson of the savior, you will be punished..."

Before the words fell, Andre burst out laughing.

Without him needing to say anything, Pandora waved her magic wand to spread his voice so that it could be clearly heard by the audience.

"The spokesperson of the savior? You can really put gold on your face."

"You know Harry Potter, but does Harry Potter know you?

As for the spokesperson, how many endorsement agreements have you signed, portrait rights, authorship rights, and advertising endorsement rights, how many authorizations have you obtained from Harry Potter.

When we signed the deal with Harry Potter, he never mentioned knowing you guys! "

Andre's words made the audience silent, and immediately everyone present broke into a commotion.

"What? What did he say?"

"He said they signed a partnership agreement with Harry Potter? Have they met Harry Potter?
Isn't "The Quibbler" a magazine that slandered Harry Potter and was adopted by Muggles? They slandered Harry Potter, how could the Savior see them, and how could he sign an agreement with them? "

"Harry Potter doesn't know the existence of the Potter Research Society, this, this is impossible!"

There was also a moment of panic on Pearson's face.

Because Andre's words really hit the Achilles' heel of the Potter Research Association.

No matter how they packaged themselves, no matter how many powerful people praised them, no one in the entire Potter Research Society had ever seen Harry Potter, and it was impossible to represent Harry Potter's will at all.

But after a moment of panic, Pearson's expression returned to normal.

He raised his voice.

"It's a bunch of nonsense, it confuses the public!"

"No matter what means or tricks you use, our loyalty to the Savior is unquestionable, and our position is..."

At this moment, Andre grinned and showed a sneer, his eyes were full of coldness.

"I like to make gods, and I like to flaunt my loyalty, right? But when you are making money by making gods, have you ever thought that those who steal the names of gods will be punished by gods!"

The next moment, Andre took out a photo that had already been developed from his arms, and held it up high.

Pandora waved her magic wand, causing the photo to be zoomed in above the crowd.

Everyone, including many members of the Potter Research Society, including Pearson, looked at the photo with their mouths wide open in horror.

In that photo was a thin boy with a lightning-like scar on his forehead.

Everyone recognized him the first time they saw him.

"Harry Potter, that's a picture of Harry Potter!"

"Looks like James Potter, his eyes are Lily Potter's emerald green, and that scar, he's Harry Potter!"

And Harry Potter in the photo is holding up a piece of paper, the handwriting on the paper can be clearly seen by everyone.

"My portrait and honorary authorization are only for the use of "The Quibbler".

If there is any counterfeit, the infringement will be investigated! "

At this moment, Pearson seemed to have fallen from the clouds into the endless hell, and his hands and feet began to become cold.

"It's impossible, it's impossible..."

　Thanks to the boss of Riran for the reward, and thanks to all the bosses for following up and voting.

　　One more today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)