I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 128

"There are also former members of the Order of the Phoenix, such as Amelia Burns, yes, the aunt of Susan Burns in Hufflepuff." Louis scratched his chin and began to break out: "I and Dumbledore has such a good relationship, the principal's is mine..."

He thought about it carefully, and smiled again: "However, the members of the Order of the Phoenix are nothing to dig into. After all, Fudge is not a fool. He knows all about the specific members of the Order of the Phoenix... Those who really need to work hard , is someone close to Fudge, let me ask Draco's father to see if he has any suitable candidates to recommend."

"As for mixing sand...it's already being mixed in. The students who graduated from Hogwarts and entered the Ministry of Magic last year are all objects of solidarity, as well as the seniors and sisters who have graduated from Slytherin House." Louis Speaking of this, he tapped his fingers on the table lightly: "However, we must be careful in our team. We should be careful in everything. Don't be mixed with sand by others and dig the corners before you have time to make arrangements."

"It should be worth our attention that many people's parents and we are not of the same mind, but one thing is for sure, at least these students in our second grade are all very young." Louis said with a chuckle: " Of course, it is not necessary to exclude them completely, if those students with problematic family backgrounds are willing to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, we will also open the door to welcome them."

Catherine nodded: "If that's the case, then I'm relieved." Then, she leaned over and kissed Louis, ready to continue her adventure into the mirror world.

What is more interesting to say is that Louis originally wanted to see if Catherine could act like a clown in front of the monsters, but to his surprise, Catherine was able to detect the danger in advance, and the fire snake condensed by Fiercefire swallowed the monsters in one gulp, then The poor guy was turned into ashes by the fire snake before he even screamed.

Really miserable.

……

At noon, Ms. Rita Skeeter came to Hogwarts, followed by a thin male photographer who looked like a telegraph pole.

Because the "Daily Prophet" was incorporated by Louis, now Dumbledore does not exclude them from entering the school - no one likes journalists who make big news, but Dumbledore still has to consider at least the "Daily Prophet" after all. is their man.

There is a saying that spread rumors with one mouth, and refute them quickly. Dumbledore understood the meaning of this phrase too well.

Ms. Skeeter has a routine. After all, she has been a reporter for many years. Instead of interviewing Louis directly, she first asked the students and faculty members one by one for their opinions.The first interview she interviewed was Filch, who was also a Squib with Joseph Mirda. Our administrator, Comrade Filch, was very excited. He talked about how nice and approachable Mountbatten was. , how concerned about the survival of the Squibs.

Filch may be wrong about one thing, Louis is not only approachable, he is also approachable.

If anyone can empathize with what happened to the Squibs, it's Filch.

In the past, when he was on a night tour with Louis, he would say a few words when he saw him, but now he just pretended not to see him, or asked Mrs. Norris to see him off with a light.

After all, the Lu Chi of the little Duke Louis is well known in this school, or at least it can be said to be word of mouth.

Filch also knew that he looked apologetic, so in order not to spoil Louis' eyes, he let Mrs. Norris do it for him.

Conscience, Louis has never disliked Filch's appearance...

In Louis’s view, he never cared about what other people looked like, or whether they had money or a higher status than him. Anyway, few people could surpass him in any aspect, especially the aspect of handsomeness.

Alas, it is indeed very tiring for the young grades to bear the handsomeness and wisdom that they shouldn't have.

When Hermione was interviewed, Hermione even shed tears with excitement. She danced and expressed her sympathy for the Squibs, but when the topic was about to be brought to the house elves, Ms. Skeeter's gaze had turned to the next one.

Almost every classmate, under the influence of the previous newspaper, inevitably developed sympathy for the Squibs.

But when interviewing Louis, his words were different from anyone else.

"Sorry, I don't have any sympathy for the Squibs." Louis's words caused an uproar among the students. All the students looked at him in puzzlement, wondering why Louis would say that.

"Actually, I don't have the so-called 'sympathy' attitude. I just put myself in my shoes and think about what kind of state I would be in—that's why I came up with the idea of ​​changing everything. I It’s not the Squibs that want to change, it’s the stereotypes in people’s minds.”

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a big mountain, Ms. Skeeter." Louis said eloquently: "I say something that may not be so ZZ correct. I admit that everyone cannot be equal, whether it is birth, money, or status. It's all decided."

"However, I believe that each of us is equal from the standpoint of personality... I sincerely hope that one day in the future, we will no longer be based on the status of human origin, but on the merits of character. Evaluate life in someone else's world."

In the end, Lewis concluded: "I also hope that everyone, not only everyone here, but also everyone who is reading the "Daily Prophet" can put aside their prejudices. No one will choose to be a squib. It is not their fault, and we can. What we do is to treat our compatriots normally - Squibs are not freaks, but one of us; their current situation is closely related to any of us... I think that Squibs are unfairly treated Treating him is a disgrace to our wizards."

The whole auditorium erupted into warm applause. All the female students screamed and called Louis' name, and the male students also enthusiastically gave their applause for Louis.

The students in the school didn't think as much as adult wizards, and most of them agreed with what Louis said sincerely—our administrator, Comrade Filch, worked harder, clapping his hands frantically, as if completely No intention of stopping.

Ron on the side looked at Filch with some concern. He was really afraid that Filch would break his arm with a single force.

But Filch didn't care, his reverence for His Royal Highness Louis was beyond words. He was the macho man from heaven in the eyes of all the Squibs.

"Okay, okay, students, thank you for your enthusiasm... Our lady reporter will continue to interview." Louis also imitated Lockhart's blinking, but he did not look greasy in this gesture, but rather playful And naive.

"At the end, I would like to ask His Royal Highness Mountbatten, what do you think in your heart? Or, what kind of creed do you believe in that can make you have such a noble character and noble soul?" Ski Ms. Te asked seriously, without any "trust" in it.

"Nec erubescere coram hominibus, nec timere Caelum." Louis smiled and answered Ms. Skeeter's question: "This is what a sage named 'Mentheus' in my mother's hometown said. It also means having a clear conscience for others.”

Since the words of Mencius are intended for the British, it must be translated into a language they can understand and cannot understand. born.

(The translation comes from the "Public Education Series" published in Beijing in 1930. It is very accurate and can be used casually.)
"Well, Your Highness, can I bother you to write it down." Ms. Skeeter didn't look embarrassed, she handed the pen to Louis: "You know I'm lacking in knowledge..."

"It's okay, Ms. Skeeter." Louis smiled and took Ms. Skeeter's shorthand pen: "My grandfather often said that feet have their shortcomings, but inches also have their strengths. Everyone has their own areas of expertise , isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, you are right." Ms. Skeeter said repeatedly as she went downhill.

She wrote down in her notebook, "This is the family wisdom belonging to the Mountbatten family, and it is now being generously shared by His Royal Highness Louise."

That night, the new issue of "Daily Prophet" was printed overtime and distributed to every wizard.

And this matter is not over yet. On the second day, many squibs gathered in front of the Ministry of Magic building, whether they were employed or not, they all united together, holding banners and playing cards, and gathered in front of the Ministry of Magic building. Sitting quietly, some even lay down on the ground and formed the word "protest" with their bodies.

Fudge, who was sitting in his office, was furious.

"What are they trying to do! Ah? What is this for? Is this forcing a palace?" He walked back and forth in front of his desk, dancing with anger, "Isn't it just a job? When the job is gone, just find another one... ...I see, it's this Mountbatten who's messing around! And Dumbledore!"

"The International Statute of Secrecy must not be violated!" said Umbridge the pink toad, "The Ministry of Magic is also in trouble, but these squibs don't understand the Ministry of Magic's difficulties. As soon as they are incited, they come here to make trouble, and they take the initiative to be used as gunmen, I think they are not ignorant, but deliberately provoke trouble!"

"Your Excellency." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Fudge suppressed his anger, sat on the stool and squeezed the acupuncture points between his eyes with his hands.

Walking through the door was Arthur Weasley.

Holding a thick letter in his hand, he walked quickly to Fudge's desk: "These are wizards from the British magic world, probably...all came for the Squib incident."

Fudge waved his hand impatiently, signaling Arthur to put the letter down and leave.

There were some things he couldn't say in Arthur's presence, namely that the Weasleys weren't "our people," as he put it.

After Arthur walked out, Fudge opened the letters and picked and picked a few wizards who he thought he was still close to, but the content made him break his defense all at once.

The feeling of alienation surged up all at once, and he felt as if he was Bonaparte on St. Helena.

"The situation is not optimistic, and public opinion seems to be out of our hands." After all, Fudge was a minister, and after venting his emotions, he quickly began to think of remedial measures.

He found that he seemed to have fallen into Louis' trap, no, it couldn't be said to be a trap, it was more like being exposed to the scorching sun after being introduced into the desert by Louis.

This is not from Dumbledore's handwriting at all. Dumbledore's method is more like water, moistening things silently.

However, Louis’ method was different. He put everything on the bright side. Whether it was opening a factory or helping the Squib, in fact, he did not really break the "International Statute of Secrecy". Fudge, who faced Louis, was even more uncomfortable. He knew that Louis was looking after him to enter the magic world, but he couldn't object directly—after all, he was really helping the Squibs, not doing bad things, and everything His deeds were aboveboard and featured in the best-selling Daily Prophet.

This is also the most uncomfortable point for Fudge, he knows Louis' purpose, and also knows Louis' overall plan, but now he finds sadly that supporting Louis will not get him any favors, but it will also promote his development in the magic world; Well, he will be punished by public opinion and reviled by thousands of people.

But for European and American politicians, face is the least valuable thing. As long as there are enough benefits, it doesn't matter even if he puts his face on the ground and kicks him twice.

Fudge quickly thought of a way to stop the loss, and he told Umbridge: "Dolores, you go prepare a statement and publish it in the "Daily Prophet", saying that I was only forced by the Wizengamot. The pressure to ban the Squibs factory, now I decided not to do wrong things, the British wizarding world is the wizarding world of British wizards, not some little bureaucrat from the International Wizarding Association in Paris who can just do it casually Pointing fingers!"

As a qualified politician, he understands that not only the Muggle world, but also the wizarding world has a strong national sentiment. Except for colonists, no one would like their country's internal affairs to be interfered by others.

Fudge is very smart, not only dumping the blame on the unwarranted International Association of Wizards, but also affirming that the little bureaucrat who "points fingers" "comes from Paris".

Everyone on the earth knows that the French are the least favorite of the British, at least this has been the case for the past 1000 years of dealings between the two countries.

"Remember, the wording of the part of the apology must be sincere, and the latter part must first highlight our last resort, and then turn around and declare that we are no longer listening to others, understand?"

Fudge patiently told Umbridge the details, and he was quite good at how to speak.

"Understood." After carefully recording in the small notebook, Umbridge turned and left Fudge's office.

　The No. [-] building where I live is quarantined, and I have been arguing about it all day today, which proves that I have never gone back.

　　Fortunately, I have nothing to do... but I don't have the energy to make more updates. Sorry, I will update first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)