Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 193 Political Struggle
Half a day later, Allen woke up leisurely from a coma, surrounded by the familiar offices of the "Daily Hope" in Diagon Alley.

Looking out of the window, the sky is dark, and the streets are lit by dim magic lamps.

And the three-story building was brightly lit, and wizards waited anxiously.

After checking his physical condition and making sure it was correct, Allen nodded to Mr. Stuart who was anxiously waiting beside him, "Don't worry."

There are too many people here, so of course it is impossible for him to admit that he used drugs to pretend to be unconscious.

Turning to look at Barnabas who was also anxiously waiting beside him, "I thought I would wake up in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic."

Seeing that Allen woke up and could finally relax and smoke, Barnabas winked at Xenophilius.

The latter stood discreetly in the doorway, waving his wand.

"Blinded perception."

"The prophecy is wrong."

An invisible magic barrier stood up, superimposing the spells of two hidden domains.

At this time, Barnabas took out the cigarette in his arms, lit it, and said, "It was originally at St. Mungo's Hospital, but we came back here under your father's insistence."

"No fuss?"

Allen asked suspiciously.

Barnabas shook his head, "Although the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic expressed doubts, Fudge urgently mobilized golems to maintain order. At the same time, he also began to mobilize dementors from Azkaban Prison to restrict our freedom and take over the major printing factories."

Allen took a sip of water, then held a beautiful enamel teacup, and said with deep eyes, "So staying in St. Mungo's will not cause a huge topic, but it will also distract us. It's a good job."

Eve on the side sighed and said, "We didn't expect him to have such a decisive decision-making ability, but we still followed the countermeasures discussed before and did not engage in any armed conflict. Of course, the premise is that we are not allowed to confiscate our wands."

Allen chuckled, "After all, he has been the Minister of Magic for more than ten years. If you don't make any decisions at this time, then you are too incompetent."

Barnabas took a puff of cigarette and exhaled foul air, "Perhaps according to the situation at the time, our actions should be more drastic."

A sternness flashed across his iron gray eyes.

Their previous judgment was based on the premise that the Ministry of Magic did not make a mistake, but according to the information revealed by Allen when he came out, the Ministry of Magic obviously made a serious mistake when investigating the Hogwarts attack.

So even if they have some 'excessive' behavior, it can be understood.

Allen shook his head, looked at Barnabas meaningfully, and became more determined to control the belief of these people in front of him.

The beasts in their hearts have been released by themselves, and if they are not controlled, they will choose others to eat them at any time.

After thinking about it, he summoned Xixiu, took out a bottle of joy potion from Xixiu's pocket, and handed it to Barnabas, "Mr. Guffey, you are a little too nervous. We want to obtain the power of news, not really want to start a rebellion."

"Although the British Ministry of Magic appears to be elected by the people, behind it is the headmaster, the Knights of Merlin, pure blood, the International Federation of Wizards, and the people."

"Once we turn things into armed conflict, we immediately lose the support of the vast majority of them."

"And in the absence of absolute power, it is unwise to cause bloodshed beyond our control. It is like making up false rumors out of thin air. When the truth is revealed, all advantages will be melted away."

Barnabas took the blue euphoria potion with a purple starry sky, opened it and smelled it, and suddenly a feeling of refreshing joy diluted the restlessness in his heart.

There was a slight strangeness in his eyes, "Is this your improved potion?"

Although he didn't have much meritorious achievements in the way of magic, he was able to be the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet". He was also an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts back then.

"A little progress not worth mentioning."

Allen said lightly, after all, there was just a magical potion like tree fruit in it.

"That's genius enough."

Barnabas sighed and put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, then took a sip.

The genius shown by Allen actually reassured him more than this bottle of potion.

The reason why he dared to make such a big bet was because he saw Allen at first glance.

Just like what he thought, as long as he didn't kill the young man in front of him, as he grew older, he would be able to get it back ten times and a hundred times in the future.

With such a clear understanding, and fed up with the interference of the Ministry of Magic and the directors of the pure-blood nobles, Barnabas chose to take such a risky gamble, even more aggressive than Mr. Stuart.

From the present point of view, all of Alan's actions are well handled, at least even if they lose, they will not fail miserably, this is enough, with this 'cooperation', I am the core member of Alan, a genius.

Eve smiled and said to Allen, "Can I try this new euphoria?"

"of course."

Allen nodded politely, then took out a new bottle of potion from Sniff's pocket, and handed it to Eve.

While drinking, Eve said for Barnabas, "Your Excellency Gu Fei put all his wealth and life on you this time."

"After you fell into a coma, the directors of the "Daily Prophet" appeared urgently within two hours and asked Mr. Guffey to leave. However, he resisted all the pressure and persuaded most of the workers. He is still very authoritative in our industry."

Barnabas said with a reserved smile, "Thanks to the support of Mr. Stuart's King Gallon, otherwise my eloquence would not be enough."

Of course, Mr. Stuart understands the meaning of this kind of business bragging. He said kindly, "This is what I should do. It still relies on Ms. Beloso and Mr. Lovegood to unite everyone."

Because of the newspaper wizard workers mutual aid association founded by "Daily Hope", when the director of "Daily Prophet" demanded that the wizard who was protesting be fired, he played the emotional card of three months' salary and speaking for the newspaper workers, and suddenly won the next game.

After touting, Mr. Stuart said solemnly, "But those nobles will soon realize that if we compete with them in Gold Galleon, we may not be the opponent."

His eyes are dark. Although he has the support of ordinary people and wealthy people, after all, he needs to do it secretly, using methods such as fund injections to increase his wealth.

These wealth are then exchanged for gold and galleons.

If he competed for the number of Galleons in the short term, he would naturally be at a disadvantage. On this point, he hated the backward financial system of the wizarding world.

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