Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 188 The Prototype of the Wizarding Union
Diagon Alley, "Daily Hope" headquarters, the president's office on the second floor.

The Daily Hope is a new newspaper company donated by Sir Langdon Stuart to the British wizarding community.

On the one hand, the meaning of its existence is to help Allen fulfill his promise and let those impoverished werewolf wizards return to normal life. On the other hand, it attaches importance to speaking for half-blood and Muggle-born wizards.

Therefore, although it was established for a short time, it has a good reputation in the British wizarding community.

Especially its sub-page "Daily Chicken Soup", which records a series of philosophical and caring wizard stories.

After reading, everyone will be touched inadvertently.

At this time, Mr. Langdon Stuart, the most popular Muggle in the wizarding world, was not the only one in this office.

There are several other excellent colleagues.

Mr. Barnabas Guffey, Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Prophet.

Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood, Editor-in-Chief of The Quibbler.

and Ms. Eve Beloso, editor-in-chief of Witch Weekly.

While tasting the high-quality cigars from Mr. Stuart, Barnabas stared at the legendary father and son in front of him.

Especially when he stopped at the two shining badges on Alan's broad chest, he sighed in his heart.

It is impossible for many wizards to achieve achievements in their lifetime, but Allen has achieved it at this age.

Based on his countless experience of reading people, there is no doubt that as long as Allen does not fall, the future will be limitless, and he may even surpass that principal.

And in this peaceful age, it seems that nothing can make this talented little wizard fall.

Many things have already had results from the beginning, but those who claim to be in charge of power can't see clearly.

As long as they can't really kill Alan, what they get from Alan now will be doubled in the future.

Allen and Barnabas looked at each other for a second or two, then smiled politely at each other.

Barnabas turned his attention back to Mr. Stuart, "Langdon, can I call you that?"

Mr. Stuart raised the red wine glass in his hand and signaled, "Of course there is no problem, we are all friends."

Hearing the word friend, the three editor-in-chiefs showed a little unnaturalness on their faces, because colleagues are enemies, the population of the wizarding world is only so large, and the sales volume of newspapers is only so much.

Barnabas thought for a while and said, "You invited the three of us here, is there something for you?"

"Not bad." Mr. Stuart put down his glass.

Today he is wearing a burgundy nineteenth-century style suit, which is more in line with the aesthetics of wizards and makes him look energetic.

"Three respected gentlemen and ladies, do you still remember the last time my son and I were attacked by some people with ulterior motives because of our birth?"

The three nodded subconsciously, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Stuart's gourd.

"Isn't this incident over?" Xenophilius, the most upright, said, "And those bloodline discriminators have also been punished as they should."

"Past?" Mr. Stuart shook his head meaningfully. "I don't think so."

"First of all, I would like to thank the three who supported our poor father and son at that time, so that our story can be known to the public."

"but."

Mr. Stuart's voice changed, "Do you still remember those unpleasant things when you wanted to faithfully report the follow-up?"

Barnabas' face darkened.

Of course he remembered that he was persecuted by two Aurors and three pure-blood families, and finally had to change his own, proud of the press release that could be on the stage of history.

The faces of the other two also showed unnaturalness. Obviously, at that time, they did not break through the restrictions of the British Ministry of Magic and truthfully sent out the first-hand news.

That's right, the smile flickered on Mr. Stuart's face.

With a heavy expression, "I have always believed that journalism is a noble profession."

"He can let ordinary people know the truth and make the powerful dare not be unscrupulous. Therefore, the news is free, and only a free soul can write real news."

After expressing his emotion, he continued.

"It's a pity that the reality is cruel. Those in power who have a vegetarian meal use decrees to restrict our mouthpieces, and those nobles with a long history use capital to control our writing, and put the news in shackles. They only speak for their interests and lose their original noble soul."

"That's why I created The Daily Hope to make every voice count, whether it's that of a miserable werewolf or a bewildered half-breed."

Eve couldn't help being a little moved. This Mr. Stuart's resignation as the editor-in-chief simply wronged his eloquence.

Barnabas took a puff of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring, and said, "Langdon, tell me what you want to say, the people here are all your own people."

Mr. Stuart glanced at Allen, and then said, "Everyone knows the whole story of the attack on Hogwarts this time, right?"

"But can everyone truly and objectively report what happened before and after? Can they report the inaction of the Ministry of Magic and the critical situation of the school?"

The three were speechless as they were all gagged again by the Ministry of Magic.

Only a few things can be reported selectively, especially in the actions of the Ministry of Magic, and the slowness and stupidity in it must be concealed.

Barnabas rewashed and took a deep breath of the cigarette, the red sparks skyrocketed in an instant, like lights in the dark night.

"So what do you mean?"

"We should speak out for the news instead of being puppets of the powerful. Is this the original intention of everyone in this business?"

Mr. Stuart looked at the three of them firmly.

Xenophilius was a little hesitant. Among the three, he was the least courageous. He was worried that if he lost this kind of struggle with those in power, he would lose everything.

Ms. Eve Beloso smiled charmingly, "Mr. Stuart, you might as well tell us about your follow-up plan. The price of really speaking out for the news is huge. If you can't give a guarantee, then some of us may already be planning to retreat."

Xenophilius blushed.

Allen stepped forward at this time and said, "Do you know about trade unions?"

union?

The wizarding world has not yet undergone an industrial revolution in the true sense, and naturally there is no such thing as a trade union.

However, none of the three of them despised Alan because he was a child. Instead, they looked at the crossed sword and shield badge on his chest, and paid more and more attention to what Alan said.

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"The trade union is an organization organized by industry practitioners to speak out for the common interests of the industry. In fact, the wizarding world has long had the embryonic form of a trade union. The three of you know the recent goblin strikes?"

After Xenophilius heard this, his mood to leave faded, "You mean that the goblins forced the Ministry of Magic to make concessions through a collective strike, changing working hours and minimum wages?"

"Yes." Mr. Stuart took over the right to speak, "This is a kind of trade union movement. The meaning of the trade union is to make us unite as a whole and become an indestructible force, forcing those powerful people not to dare to act recklessly."

"You can imagine, if we don't publish newspapers on the same day, even if the Ministry of Magic blocks our voice, can they block the mouths of the people below?"

"At this time, it only takes a small rumor to make the Ministry of Magic speechless."

"Wonderful!" Barnabas' eyes lit up, as if he saw a new road, an unprecedented road appeared in front of him.

Even if the Ministry of Magic and the Directors can keep their mouths shut, can they keep everyone's mouths shut?
And the rumors...
As journalists, they know too well how to fabricate a true rumor in their own favor.

Eve couldn't help but nodded, although the Langdon Stuart in front of him seemed to have other plans.

But I have to say that the trade union is indeed in line with the core interests of these editors-in-chief, and no one present will refuse to organize such a union that can unite everyone.

"Of course, forming a trade union requires a lot of preparatory work. For example, we need to prepare a considerable amount of Galleons to help everyone maintain a prosperous life while fighting against the rich and powerful. We also need to have an action plan that convinces everyone."

As he said that, Mr. Stuart turned around and took out two documents from his desk, and handed them to the three people present, with a look of compassion, "And I have some humble opinions here, and I hope I can correct them."

"As for the union's first fund, I will use it from the income of the "Daily Hope". After all, I founded this newspaper to speak out for the people, and the original purpose was not to make money."

An ingenious idea.

After reading the two documents, Barnabas said to Allen, "Is this what you two father and son came up with?"

Allen said humbly, "We dare not take credit for this. This is the crystallization of the wisdom and struggle of many sages."

"Oh?" Barnabas became interested, "I don't know who the sages are, I must visit them."

"These sages are long gone, but the most famous is Karl Marx, the Muggle sage, whose wisdom has allowed us to see a new path, a path that has never been imagined."

In order to prevent his son from talking more and more outrageous, Mr. Stuart hastily stopped.

He raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Everyone, let's toast to freedom. The news is born free and does not fear the powerful."

The three of them temporarily suppressed the distracting thoughts in their hearts, and jointly raised the wine glasses at hand, and the mellow wine was long in the mouth.

"Cheers to press freedom."

After putting down the glass, Eve smiled, "Mr. Stuart's wine is extraordinarily mellow."

Mr. Stuart said with a smile, "This is from the Bordeaux winery in the Muggle society. If Ms. Beloso likes it, please take some back to taste when you leave. After all, they are some Muggle specialties that are not worth Galleons."

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