Harry Potter's face was extremely ugly, and the young wizard who had accepted Dumbledore's love and justice clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into the flesh, and blood spilled out, slowly soaking along the palm prints.

"It is impossible for the Blood Lords to follow the will of the British Empire and evacuate the refugees because of a single attack, and they will spare no effort to carry out the great plan, and exhaust all means to seal the mouths and ears of you Britons."

Leon looked at the Middle East refugees indifferently and said casually: "First of all, the British media, including the BBC, will report on this matter in a big way, tell the people about the progress of the situation, and criticize this matter.

At the same time, another wave of media will jump out to refute it, arguing that this is the individual behavior of a small group of refugees, and that all refugees cannot be considered terrorists. ”

Harry Potter couldn't bear it anymore, frowned and shouted, "Such an obvious act of washing the floor, are they treating the people as fools?" ”

"Hehe, public opinion just needs two gangs of forces to duel, quarrel with each other, and confuse the line of sight."

Leon said slowly: "This wave of media will take several steps, first of all, shoddy denial, believing that this attack is not as serious as the British official said - but facts speak louder than words, and denial obviously cannot cover the eyes of the masses."

The second step is conspiracy theories. These media will make a big deal about it, dumping the blame on the British Empire, focusing on portraying the embarrassing situation of refugees in the Middle East, claiming that they are not understood and respected, and that they are not treated as normal people, emphasizing the poverty and despair of refugees, and deeming this incident to be a 'counterattack by the weak'. ”

"Ridiculous!" Harry frowned, "The British Empire has taken out taxpayers' money to support them, which is already the ultimate of humanitarianism, and they have turned around and oppressed us, who can believe it?!" ”

"Don't worry, don't look at the advertisement to see the curative effect, there is a third step in the whole set of public opinion marketing."

Leon said with a smile: "Next, there is the attribute bondage, and these media will find some moderate Middle Eastern refugees to promote their secular attitude to life, and live in harmony with ordinary British people."

Tell the world that there are also moderate Middle Eastern refugees, and accuse those who think Middle Eastern refugees are evil, label them 'neo-Nazis', and attack and isolate the discerning through the white left in Britain as a whole. ”

Harry Potter was speechless, apparently the young wizard didn't know what public opinion orientation was, and didn't know so much about the process.

"The fourth step is differentiation. These media outlets recruit large numbers of trolls, cast a wide net on various social media platforms, fish more, and any accusations against Middle Eastern refugees are portrayed as narrow-minded and biased.

With the fall of social platforms, the silent majority of the population, despite their dissatisfaction in their hearts, will remain outwardly silent, and the wave of opposition to the integration of Middle Eastern refugees into the UK will be easily quelled. ”

Li Ang said with a smile: "Of course, this is not enough, the blood lord wants the refugees to be completely reduced to zero, and the British will be assimilated within decades or hundreds of years, in order to achieve this goal, a killer weapon is also needed." ”

Harry looked dazed: "What's the killer feature?" ”

"Compassion." Li Ang spread his hands and said: "This killer weapon will completely cut the sharp corners of British isolationism, domesticate the British people, and achieve the great goal of great integration." ”

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London, 20 minutes' walk from King's Cross Street to Grimmauld Place.

At night, hundreds of Londoners walk the streets holding wooden signs with the words "Refugees out of London" and shouting slogans in unison.

Some of them have been violently injured in disasters; Some people lost friends and relatives in that disaster.

The King's Cross disaster a few days ago has greatly hurt the feelings of the British people.

The British opened their borders to Middle Eastern refugees from their war-torn homeland to peaceful Britain, giving them food, clothing, a place to stay, and high social benefits.

As for the Middle Eastern refugees, what was compensated to the British was endless complaints, resentment, and even hatred and hostility.

The officers of Scotland Yard stood on both sides of the street to maintain order, and these werewolf officers who had been co-opted by the blood nobles were either leaning on the gate of the police car or riding a tall horse, scanning the crowd with nonchalant eyes, and the palms of their palms were faintly pressed against the rubber batons at their waists.

As long as there is trouble, werewolf officers will do their duty to protect the people's right to life and health - of course, whether the people here refer to the British or Middle Eastern refugees is a matter of opinion.

What the people on the street didn't know was that inside the untouched house of Grimmauld 12, there was a pair of eyes staring at them.

From the street, House 12 has a black-lacquered door covered in scratches, and the silver doorknob has been deliberately carved into the shape of a coiled serpent - the reason why the doorknob was not pried away by the Little Night Bandit is because the owner of this house belongs to the oldest and noblest pure-blood family in the wizarding world, the Black family.

The house symbolized the splendor of the Black pure-bloods, but the current owner, Sirius Black, scoffed at it and contributed it to the Order of the Phoenix, an organization founded by Dumbledore, dedicated to the fight against Voldemort's reign of terror.

Grimmauld 12 was under the Loyalty Charm imposed by Dumbledore, and no one who was not approved by the Order of the Phoenix could find the exact location of the room, including the Muggles below.

The wizard Alastor Moody, known as the "Mad Eye", leaned against the window and watched the procession below through the dusted windows of Black's ancestral home.

Moody is a powerful and experienced Auror who has lost a leg and eyeball during his years of fighting the Dark Wizards, replaced by a metal prosthetic leg and a magic eyeball embedded in his left eye socket.

The Auror was impersonated for several months by Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. at last year's Triwizard Cup, a harrowing experience that left him looking even older and paler and, in Sirius's words, "even more insane."

"These Muggles are still arguing and arguing like they were decades ago,"

Moody withdrew his gaze from the procession, turned to Sirius Black, and said, "Your godson, hasn't that Harry Potter been found yet?" ”

"Nope."

Blake shook his head, the expression on his face even more gloomy, "We arranged for people to take turns at his aunt's hospital, and we haven't noticed his movements. ”

Moody's snapped in displeasure and didn't speak.

It was Dumbledore's decision to pull Harry Potter out of the chaos of London, and although many members of the Order of the Phoenix expressed their confusion and displeasure at this, they went to carry out Dumbledore's order to take Harry out of 4 Privet Road and prevent him from learning of the unfortunate news of the attack on the Dursleys.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and the Floo network set up on Privet Road was forcibly cracked by external forces, and in the process of transmission, Harry disappeared directly, and there has been no news so far.

Under the surveillance of several powerful wizards, there are not many people in the whole of London, except for the Dark Lord who can't even mention his name, the biggest suspicion falls on the mysterious person who attacked the Ministry of Magic some time ago.

The best news, though, was that Dumbledore had sent information to the Hogwarts prophet and received a clear answer - Harry Potter wasn't dead yet, but that his heart was undergoing a huge transformation.

Sirius, worried about his godson, let out a cloudy breath, and the Black family wizard, who had betrayed the glory of the pure-blood family, lowered his head and pursed his lips, looking out the window at the gloomy sky.

What he didn't know was that Harry Potter, the prophesied Savior, was standing at nightfall in the southwest of England, on the open beach in Cornwall, quietly waiting for a group of people to come.