"And former members of the Order of the Phoenix, like Amelia Burns, yes, Hufflepuff's aunt to Susan Burns." Louis scratched his chin and began to crumble out, "I have such a good relationship with Dumbledore, the headmaster is mine......

He thought about it for a moment, then smiled, "But there is nothing to dig into the corners of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, after all, Fudge is not a fool, he knows the specific members of the Order of the Phoenix...... It's the people around Fudge who really need to work on it, and I'll ask Draco's father if he has any suitable candidates to recommend."

"As for mixing sand...... It's already involved, the students who graduated from Hogwarts and joined the Ministry of Magic last year are all people who can be united, as well as the seniors who came out of Slytherin House." Louis said this, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table: "But we must also be careful in our team, and everything is the best thing, but before we have time to lay out, someone else will mix it with sand and dig the corner of the wall."

"It should be worth noting that many parents are not on the same page as us, but one thing is for sure, at least these students in our second grade are all very good." Louis smiled and said, "Of course, it is not completely necessary to exclude them, if those students with family problems are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, we will also open the door to welcome them."

Catherine nodded, "In that case, then I'm relieved." With that, she leaned over and kissed Louis, ready to continue her adventure into the world of mirrors.

What's more interesting is that Louis originally wanted to see if Catherine could be a clown in front of the Mimic, but what surprised him was that Catherine was able to perceive the danger in advance, and the fire snake swallowed the Mimic in one bite, and the poor guy was turned into ashes by the fire snake without even screaming.

It's miserable.

……

At noon, Lady Rita Skeeter arrives at Hogwarts, followed by a male photographer who is as thin as a telephone pole.

Since the Daily Prophet was co-opted by Louis, Dumbledore was not excluded from entering the school now - no one would like a reporter who made a big news, but Dumbledore had to consider that at least the Daily Prophet was their man.

There is a saying called spreading rumors with a mouth, refuting rumors and breaking legs, and Dumbledore understands the meaning of this sentence too well.

Ms. Skeeter has a lot of routines, after all, she has been a journalist for many years, and she did not interview Louis directly, but first asked her classmates and faculty members what they thought. Her first interview was with Filch, who was a fellow Squib with Joseph Milda, and our Administrator, Comrade Filch, was very excited, and he spoke passionately about how nice Mountbatten was, how approachable, and how concerned about the Squib's survival.

Filch may be wrong about the fact that Louis is not just approachable, he is approachable.

If there's anyone who can empathize with the Squibs' plight the most, it's Filch.

In the past, when he was on Louis's night tour, he would say a few words when he saw him, but now he just pretended not to see, or carried the lamp and asked Madame Loris's to give him a ride. ….

After all, Grandpa Louis's road idiot is not known to everyone in this school, at least it can be said to be word of mouth.

Filch also knew that he was sorry for his appearance, so in order not to stain Louis's eyes, he asked Lady Loris to do it for him.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Louis has never disliked Filch's appearance......

In Louis's opinion, he never cares what others look like, or whether they have money, or whether their status is high or not, anyway, few people can surpass him in any aspect, especially handsome.

Alas, it is indeed a very tiring thing for the little grade to endure the handsomeness and wisdom that they should not have.

Hermione even burst into tears of emotion when she interviewed Hermione, dancing about her sympathy for the Squibs, but by the time the conversation was about to turn to the house-elves, Ms. Skeeter had already turned her attention to the next one.

Almost every student, under the influence of the previous newspaper, can't

Avoid feeling sympathy for the Squibs.

But when it came to Louis, Louis's words were different from anyone else's.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any sympathy for the Squibs." Louis's words caused an uproar among his classmates, and all the classmates looked at him in bewilderment, wondering why Louis would say that.

"Actually, I don't have that kind of 'sympathy, high-mindedness, I just put myself in my shoes and think about what kind of state I would be in if it were me – that's why I came up with the idea of changing all that, not the squibs, but the prejudices in people's minds."

"Prejudice in the heart of man is a mountain, Miss Skeeter." "I would say something that may not be so correct, I admit that no one can be equal, whether it is birth, money, or status, it all determines this."

"However, I believe that each of us is equal in terms of personality...... I sincerely hope that one day we will live in a world where people are no longer judged by their origin, but by their character."

In closing, Louis concluded: "I also hope that all of you, not only of you here, but also of you who are reading the Daily Prophet, will put aside their preconceptions, that no one will choose to be a Squib, that it is not their fault, and that what we can do is to do it normally to our fellow citizens – Squibs are not freaks, but one of us; Their current situation is closely related to any of us...... I think it's a shame for us shamans to be treated unfairly."

The whole auditorium erupted in warm applause, all the female students screamed and shouted Louis's name in a heartless manner, and the male students also enthusiastically sent their applause to Luis.

The students at the school didn't think as much about it as the adult wizards, and most of them genuinely agreed with what Louis had to say—our administrator, Comrade Filch, worked harder, and he slapped frantically as if he didn't mean to stop at all.

Ron on the side looked at Filch with some concern, he was really afraid that Filch would break his arm with force. ….

But Filch didn't care, his current reverence for His Highness Louis was indescribable, he was the man from heaven in the eyes of all the Squibs.

"Alright, alright, students, thank you for your enthusiasm...... Our lady reporter will continue to interview." Louis also learns Lockhart's blink, but he doesn't look greasy at all, but playful and innocent.

"Finally, I would like to ask Your Highness Mountbatten, what do you think in your heart? Or, what kind of creed do you believe in that can make you have such a noble character and a noble soul?" Ms. Skeeter asked with a serious look on her face, without the slightest hint of "support" in it.

"Nerubesiire Caelu," Louis replied to Ms. Skeeter's question with a smile, "This is what a sage from my mother's homeland named 'Mencius,' probably means having a clear conscience toward the Divine as well as toward others."

Since Mencius's words were addressed to the British, they must have been translated into a language they could understand and could not understand.

(The translation is from the "Catholic Education Series" published in Beijing in 1930, which is very accurate and can be used casually.) ）

"Well, Your Highness, could you please write about it?" Ms. Skeeter did not look embarrassed, and handed the pen to Louis, "You know that I am lacking in learning......

"It's okay, Miss Skeeter." Louis smiled and took Ms. Skeeter's shorthand pen, "My grandfather used to say that the foot has its weaknesses, but the inch also has its strengths, and everyone has their own areas of expertise, doesn't they?"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, you're right." Ms. Skeeter said again and again about the donkey.

She wrote down in her notebook, "This is a family tradition of wisdom belonging to the Mountbatten family, and it is now shared by His Royal Highness Louis without hesitation."

That evening, a new issue of the Daily Prophet was published

It was printed overtime and distributed to every wizard.

And this matter is not over, the next day, many squibs gathered in front of the building of the Ministry of Magic, whether they have jobs or not, they all unite together, holding banners and playing cards, sit-in in front of the Ministry of Magic building, and some even lie on the ground and use their bodies to form the word "protest", quite like the momentum of Orgrimmar who posed the corpse to brush the black hand of the head of the regiment.

Fudge, who was sitting in his office, was furious.

"What are they going to do! Yes? What is this for? Is this forcing the palace?" He walked back and forth at his desk, dancing angrily, "Isn't it just a job? Wouldn't it be better to find another one when the job is gone...... I see, it's this Mountbatten doing something! And Dumbledore!"

"The International Secrets Act must not be violated!" Umbridge, the pink toad, said: "The Ministry of Magic is also difficult, but these squibs do not understand the difficulties of the Ministry of Magic, and only care about the interests in front of their own eyes, and when they are moved by others, they come to make trouble, and take the initiative to be used as guns, I see, they are not ignorant, but deliberately provoke trouble!"

"Your Excellency, Minister." There was a knock at the door. ….

"Come in." Fudge suppressed his anger and sat on a stool and squeezed the acupuncture points between his eyes with his hands.

It was Arthur Weiss who walked through the door.

With a thick letter in his hand, he walked quickly to Fudge's desk, "These are wizards from the wizarding world of England, probably...... It's all for the Squib incident."

Fudge waved his hand impatiently, motioning for Arthur to put the letter down and leave.

There were some things he couldn't say to Arthur, and in his words, even the Wesleys weren't "our people."

When Arthur walked out, Fudge opened the letter and picked a few wizards from whom he thought he was still close to him, only to be broken again.

The feeling of betrayal came over him at once, and he felt as if he were Bonaparte on the island of St. Helena.

"The situation is not optimistic, and public opinion does not seem to be in our hands." After all, Fudge was the one who became the minister, and after venting his emotions, he quickly began to think of remedial measures.

He found himself falling into Louis's trap, no, not a trap, more like being led into the desert by Louis and exposed to the scorching sun.

This is not Dumbledore's hand at all, Dumbledore's methods are more like water, moisturizing things silently.

Luis's methods are different, he puts everything on the bright side, whether it is opening a factory or helping Squibs, in fact, he has not really broken the "International Secrecy Law", at most he can only say that he is "unnecessary", and Fudge is even more uncomfortable in the face of Louis, knowing that Louis is hoping to enter the wizarding world, but he can't oppose it outright - after all, people are really helping Squibs, not doing anything bad, and all actions are just and bright, placed in the best-selling " Daily Prophet.

This is also the most uncomfortable point of Fudge, he knows Louis's purpose, and he also knows Louis's overall plan, but now he sadly finds that supporting Louis is not good for himself, but also promotes his development of power in the wizarding world; If you oppose him, you will be picked up by public opinion and scolded by tens of thousands of people.

However, for politicians in Europe and the United States, face is precisely the least valuable, as long as there are enough benefits, even if he puts his face on the ground and kicks his feet.

Fudge quickly thought of a way to stop the loss, and he instructed Umbridge: "Dolores, you go and prepare a statement to be published in the Daily Prophet, saying that I was only forced to ban the Squibs' factories under pressure from the Wizengamot, and now I have decided not to do anything wrong, the British wizarding world is the wizarding world of British wizards, and it is not a small bureaucrat from the International Wizarding Guild from Paris who can casually point fingers!"

As a qualified politician, he understands that not only the Muggle world, but also the wizarding world has a strong national sentiment, and no one except the colonists would like their country's internal affairs to be interfered with by others.

Fudge is smart, not only

Dumped the pot on the unwarranted International Wizards' Association, and affirmed that the "finger-pointing" little bureaucrat was "from Paris".

Everyone on earth knows that the British don't like the French the most, at least for nearly a thousand years when the two countries have been dealing with each other.

"Remember, the apology must be worded sincerely, and the latter part must highlight our compulsion first, and then make a twist to state that we are not listening to other people's dictations, understand?"

Fudge patiently recounted the details for Umbridge, who was quite good at how to speak.

"Understood." Umbridge carefully scribbled it down in a small notebook and turned to leave Fudge's office.

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