Harry Potter, hidden in a hidden cloak, watched from the sidelines, and the young wizard who had grown up was ready to have blood on his hands, as he himself said, to set off a violent revolution in England, his homeland.

Under the wide sleeves, he clenched his wand, and the majestic mana from the magic net system gave him the ability to precisely control all the variables in the studio.

As soon as the field staff put their hands on the camera, they were stunned to find that the camera was like being welded together with the space, no matter how much they pushed it, it didn't move at all.

The host Hancock is still on the stage, telling all kinds of insider stories very unrestrainedly, from cabinet ministers and diocesan bishops like to raise **, to top producers in the entertainment industry like to replace the teeth of dead blacks for themselves.

As a gold medal host, Hancock has enough steps to touch some "confidential" news, not to mention that he also has a male lover who is a blood nobleman.

According to backstage statistics, the ratings of this morning news have soared all the way and are close to the historical peak of the BBC. Obviously, this kind of program that unscrupulously exposes the true faces of the "big shots" is in line with the aesthetic taste of the people.

Unfortunately, not everyone is happy about it.

If the program director's anger could be turned into substance, I am afraid that everyone present would have been burned to ashes by now, and he no longer thought about why the camera was not moving, but his eyes widened and he roared sharply: "Quick, drag him down!" ”

The big-shouldered and round-waisted field crew immediately broke into the center of the camera, bypassed the long table, and copied Hancock left and right.

Unexpectedly, the bloated, out-of-shape gold medal host suddenly burst out with unimaginable strength, threw away all the venue staff, combed the bow tie to the camera, and said calmly: "First of all, please allow me to introduce myself." ”

"I am greedy, I thirst for power, I am proud, I am addicted to lust, I am a sinner, my name is Hancock Wallace, your faithful old friend."

The program director's breath stagnated for half a beat, and it was clear that everything that was happening on the scene was completely out of the control of the elite.

He had a sense of déjà vu in the dark, himself, Hancock, who was crazy in front of the camera, and the British people who were watching the morning news, all following a script that had been designed long ago, and the scenes in front of him seemed to be similar.

If you want to describe it in French, it would be déjà vu the most.

Hancock sat down slowly, put his legs on the edge of the table, and naturally drooped, letting go of his former reserved arrogance, and said calmly: "Prime Minister Rachel Ross's emergency decree has been implemented for a month now.

Here I have to sigh that human adaptability is so strong, and the conformity and subservience of human beings, who claim to be the primates of all things, are so deep-rooted.

It's only been a month, and we've been able to get used to the curfew at 9 p.m.; We have been able to get used to the tapering of television entertainment; We've gotten used to following all the instructions from 10 Downing Street.

It cannot be denied that the Prime Minister of Ross is a master of playing with people's hearts.

She and her think tank accurately calculated our level of patience, constantly testing the brink of a popular outburst, and wearing out our courage to resist.

She succeeded, and we were domesticated.

I, like many people in front of the TV, enjoy the comfort of this regular life, the security of familiar faces, and the peace of mind that comes with day after day. ”

Under the manipulation of Harry Potter, Hancock grinned, and the gold medal host, who had been involved in a sexual assault scandal, stretched out his palm, supported his double chin, and said in harmony,

"It's October 5th, and we're still a month away from Guy Fox Day, which we consider to be a fireworks extravaganza.

In previous years, we put Fox's scarecrow on the fire and laughed at his inadequacy, at his struggle for the great democracy, at everything he did – because he failed, on November 5th, this sad day.

But for now, I'd like to be able to talk to people across the UK about November 5th this year.

Of course, there are some people who don't want us to talk.

At this very moment, a large number of security personnel were standing outside the studio where I was, slamming the door with engineering hammers - they were trying to prevent me from saying more shocking news.

In addition, the phones of the Secret Channel, shouting orders from the bigwigs of all sides, will soon be on the road with heavily armed soldiers - these people are not coming at me, they are going to the suburbs, to deal with a vicious massacre.

A few hours ago, in an old manor house outside London, more than 100 elites from all walks of life in Britain were performing a cult ceremony.

They kidnapped pure and lovely young girls, used the complicated bureaucratic system of the British Empire to prevaricate the parents and relatives of the girls, and blocked all organizations and individuals who tried to conduct investigations, either in black or white.

The girl will be inserted with hundreds of syringes. Her blood flowed down the syringe tube, sucked up by the powerful who longed for life, strength, and youth from blood. ”

Hancock let out a breath of turbidity and said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, friends in front of the TV, I know you may think I'm crazy, think I'm old and confused, think I'm a narrow prejudice.

But, the truth is, our great country has been completely eroded by the Blood. ”

The program director only felt dizzy, for hundreds of years, the blood clan had been blocking the news of its existence to civilians in the strictest way, and anyone, no matter how powerful or powerful he was, as long as he had the slightest intention of leaking the news of the existence of the blood clan, he would be ruthlessly wiped out.

And Hancock, he actually said it, without a trace of defense, without a trace of concern.

"By co-opting and absorbing the elites, these blood clans have gradually taken control of the political arena in Britain and even Europe, and all European prime ministers, presidents, prime ministers, and even the pathetic and pathetic European Union are puppets in the hands of the blood clans.

The introduction of refugees from the Middle East is also one of the great plans to be carried out by these blood tribes, who are trying to provide more efficient blood food by changing the mainstream races of Europe. ”

Hancock pursed his lips and said softly: "This news has been tightly sealed for a long time, and these blood elites who have an absolute advantage still refuse to leak the slightest rumor.

They even racked their brains to seal our mouths, plug our ears, cover our eyes, and let all the language of communication die out in the barrier.

Why?

For although silence replaces conversation, words always retain their power. Words provide a way to express opinions, and it can tell the truth to those who are willing to listen.

And the truth is, there are some things in this country that are terrible and abnormal, right? ”

Hancock smiled miserably and lamented in a compassionate tone: "On the land of the British Empire, we used to have the freedom to opposition, and the freedom to think and speak,

And now, all we have is a censorship and surveillance system that keeps lowering the bottom line of our patience.

How did this happen?

Of course, some people have a greater responsibility than others, and those who fight for the tiger under the banner of the Bloodline, they will pay for it,"

Harry Potter clenched his fists, and in response, Hancock on the screen also clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "But then again, if we want to find the culprit, just look in the mirror."

What can we see in the mirror?

The answer is a frightened, confused face.

It is this face that should be responsible for the status quo of our two-legged sheep.

War, terrorist attacks, disease, social problems like the British Empire emerge in an endless stream of attempts to destroy your reason, deprive you of your common sense, fear has taken control of you, and you have thrown yourself into chaos for our beloved Prime Minister, Ms. Rachel Ross,

She has promised you order, she has promised you peace, and in return is your obedience and silence,"

Hancock seemed to remember something, with a playful smile on his face, and moved his body a little closer,

"Last night, we decided to put an end to this silence,

Last night we destroyed Old Barry Street to remind the country of what it had forgotten,

More than 400 years ago, a great citizen intended to forever engrave November 5 in our memory, and he wanted to remind the world of fairness, justice and freedom.

So, if you are willing to sink into depravity and still know nothing about the crimes committed by this government, then I advise you to let November 5th, a month later, pass uneventfully,

But if you see what I see, if you feel what I feel, and you want to find what I seek, I ask you to stand side by side with me outside the Houses of Parliament on the night of November 5 this year, and together we will leave them a November 5 that will never be forgotten. ”

Hancock straightened up and whispered, "We are ten thousand, we are one, we have a unified name, Lord Voldemort, which means Voldemort."

Of course, you can also call it V. ”

He jumped off the table, brought his fat face to the camera, and with tears in his eyes, he whispered, "My beloved compatriots,

If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark; If it is dangerous to make a sound, then keep silent;

If you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in the corner.

But, don't justify darkness just because you're used to it;

Don't be complacent about your stubbornness;

Don't mock those who are braver and more enthusiastic than yourself;

We can be humble as dust, but not twisted as maggots. ”

The TV show, as Hancock's murmurs fade away, returns to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Harry Potter withdrew the Imperius Curse, and the studio door behind him collapsed, and the secret police, who were directly under the orders of Downing Street, rushed in and dragged Hancock away, looking dazed.

The young wizard followed the ranks of the secret police and walked out of the studio door.

He had already sown countless seeds, and he just had to wait for them to grow silently, to take root and gather strength in the dark and dark underground.

November 5 is still a month away.