Towards midnight, Constantine and Harry Potter were walking down the street.

Both men wore V-for vendetta uniforms and ceramic masks, the only difference being that Konstantin was still smoking the cigarette that never left his hand.

"After months of waiting and foreshadowing, we finally ushered in the dawn before dawn."

Konstantin spat out a cloud of smoke, looked at the closed apartments on the side of the street, the dark residents' rooms, and said indifferently: "Potter, do you know? In the school city, our faculty and staff all need to take ideological and political education classes. ”

"Huh?"

Harry was a little confused, "You American transcendents still need to learn this kind of thing?" I thought you only needed to learn about directional blasting, infiltration assassination, and infiltration sabotage. ”

"First, I'm a purebred British, and America is just my place of work."

Konstantin pursed his lips noncommittally and said indifferently: "Second, the ruling class in Europe and the United States has been poisoning our education with the poison of so-called quality education and happy education, so that our understanding of ideology and politics has been completely eroded by liberalism, and the result is that a large group of Beatles or white leftists have been cultivated.

In order to make the faculty and staff of the school city and tens of millions of students become the people with ideals, morality, culture and discipline in the new era, Mr. Li Ang specially introduced the ideological and political education course with oriental characteristics, so that we have a materialistic objective understanding of modern history. ”

"Ah..... Well. ”

Harry Potter nodded with a straight face, but fortunately the ceramic mask was used as a block, so that Constantine did not see his confused expression.

Fortunately, Konstantin didn't care, he coughed, and said indifferently: "Mr. Leon tells us that the masses of the people are a historical category, referring to those who have played a driving role in the history of society.

Further, the masses of the people are the main body of practice, the creators of history, and the working masses and working intellectuals who are engaged in the production of material materials and spiritual wealth. ”

Konstantin stopped and said with a smile: "Do you think that the masses of the people are great?" ”

Harry nodded and said, "Great." ”

"That's right, the masses of the people have the ability to change the world, but when they have a way out and can endure, they are often cowardly, humble, and numb."

Konstantin stretched out his finger and pointed to the residential buildings hidden in the darkness, and said softly: "In the process of struggle, the people always think about who wins and helps whom, but they don't know who the people help and who wins. ”

"But to win, there is a price." Harry said softly, "They may not see the beauty of the achievements of the revolution, but they can see the pain of the price. ”

As if in response to Harry's words, an armored vehicle carrying armed soldiers drove up from the street corner.

Heavily armed soldiers sat on either side of the carriage, the loudspeakers of the dark green roof of the vehicles repeatedly and mechanically shouting: "Fellow citizens of the British Empire, the curfew bill exists to protect us.

Tonight, anyone who protests, incites, or demagogues will be directly arrested and face trial.

The trial was decisive, decisive and efficient. In the face of national interests, we need to put aside past disputes and look forward in unity....."

Unfortunately, the sound of the horn faded away as the taillights disappeared around the corner.

Harry Potter looked at the back of the armed vehicle in the distance, and said with difficulty: "The price of this is probably more painful than we expected, Mr. Constantine. ”

"There has never been a savior, let alone an immortal emperor. For the masses of the people who do not have extraordinary strength or golden fingers, the price must be paid, after all, the fruits of revolution will never fall from the sky. ”

Konstantin interrupted the young wizard and said indifferently: "It's just that those moths who are not involved in the production of material materials and spiritual wealth at all do not belong to the great category of the masses of the people.

The blood clan is this kind of moth.

They live on top of the heads of human society, piercing the skin with their long, narrow mouthparts, and greedily drinking blood.

Playing with political power and wielding the authority of the state apparatus, as time passes, these moths close to the center of power mistakenly believe that they have become power itself.

They are wrong, and power is always in the hands of the seemingly cowardly, helpless, lowly and lowly masses. ”

Konstantin lowered his eyes and shook off the soot, emitting a faint red glow of embers melting into the sewage between the bricks and stones.

"We are ready to tear apart the bloody wounds and reveal the cruel and horrific truth to the people."

Harry looked at the dead houses, a little dazed and sad, and said with difficulty, "But they didn't move, Mr. Constantine. ”

“....”

Konstantin remained silent, and he looked around to see that there were only the two of them on the empty street.

Withdrawn, lonely.

There was no response, no crowds, just a cool breeze blowing on the street.

"We failed?" Harry asked softly.

Konstantin did not answer, but tilted his head and looked at the sparse full moon shrouded in clouds.

Harry Potter swallowed, lifted his cuffs and glanced at his watch, shaking his head, "It's 11:45 now, and they're not coming." ”

Konstantin still didn't answer, his haggard pupils seemed to be soaked in something, and he seemed warm and peaceful.

A sea of frustration swept over Harry, and the young wizard gritted his teeth and stared at the dead city, "I don't blame them, Mr. Constantine, I've seen the brutal truth with my own eyes, and I know how much courage it takes to cross it. ”

He paused.

"The people have the right to be stupid." Harry repeated, sadly and helplessly trying to remove the mask, "We failed. ”

"Wait."

Konstantin pinched his wrist, "You listen. ”

Harry frowned, listening.

Singing, distant and ethereal singing.

“.... Arise, hungry and cold slaves. ”

"Arise, you who are suffering all over the world."

Harry's eyes widened, "The Internationale, this is the Internationale. ”

How can it be? Ever since London's emergency radio system was hijacked that day, Prime Minister Ross has ordered all broadcasts to be dismantled and all television signals reinforced.

Harry involuntarily ran forward, crossing the streets and slamming his wand before crashing into the tall buildings, unleashing his sorcery and levitating himself in the air.

He saw the direction the music was coming from.

It was Whitehall, a Whitehall guarded by countless armies.

Leon, dressed in a V-for vendetta uniform, stood in front of the Capitol, and at some point he got a huge searchlight and placed it in front of him, allowing the light to shine on him, casting a humanoid shadow on the walls of the Palace of Westminster.

The huge shadow was holding a microphone and singing with emotion.

"The blood is boiling, and we must fight for the truth!"

"The old world is falling, slaves get up, get up!"

The chaotic army immediately maintained order under the general's roar, turned the muzzle of the gun, and the gun sprayed flames at Leon in front of the searchlight.

It was useless, the bullet could not penetrate the barrier released by Li Ang, and the copper bullet, which was deprived of potential energy, could only fall to the ground with a dingdong and merge into a brass river.

“... This is the last struggle, unite, to tomorrow. ”

The accompaniment of gunfire did not stop Leon from using the Ethernet network to sprinkle his singing to every corner of London, and he agitated his mouth to render the notes in the most vivid red.

A smile tugged at the corner of Konstantin's lips, and he raised his arm and fell down like a musician conducting a symphony orchestra on an international stage.

"We must regain the fruits of our labor, let our minds break through the cage, burn the fire red, and strike while the iron is hot to succeed."

"Who created the human world, it is us the working masses. Everything belongs to the laborers, how can there be room for parasites. ”

Harry Potter saw it, and he saw the lights in every house turn on one by one, and countless people poked their heads out of the windows and looked in the direction where the song came from.

They could hear the fierce gunfire, and they could hear the summons of the songs.

Signs of hesitation and struggle swayed across their faces, and Harry in the sky clenched his fists, sharp nails digging deep into his flesh.

However, the window was closed eventually.

Harry hung his head, choked up, and unleashed his sorcery to make himself fall.

"We failed...... he said, turning to Konstantin.

"No, we succeeded." Konstantin said to him.

Footsteps rang out, from slight to loud.

Harry watched in amazement as the myriad faces emerged from the darkness in the dark streets, the inhabitants of London, wearing ceramic masks and hoods, emerging from the darkness.

Among them are parents who have lost their children by the bloodline, victims who have been hurt by refugees from the Middle East, cynical independent youths, and emaciated old people with leg problems.

They have their own life trajectory and their own story, whether the story is lackluster or boring, and their unique attributes cannot be deprived.

At this moment, however, they voluntarily give up their own personal attributes and completely integrate themselves into the broad definition of "collective".

To be truthful, to be free, to be fair!

They are the masses of the people, and the masses of the people are invincible.

Harry and Constantine quickly blended into the crowd, and they were carried by the crowd towards the Capitol.

The singing continues.