The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 242
Harry Potter, who was hidden in the cloak of invisibility, watched everything with cold eyes. As he himself said, the young wizard who had grown up was ready to have blood on his hands. A violent revolution.

Under the wide sleeves, he held his wand tightly. The majestic mana from the magic net system gave him the ability to accurately control all the variables in the studio.

When the field staff put their hands on the camera, they were shocked to find that the camera seemed to be welded to the space, no matter how it was pushed, it would not move.

The host Hancock was still talking nonsense on stage, telling all kinds of inside stories very boldly, from cabinet ministers and diocesan bishops who like to raise children, to top producers in the entertainment industry who 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 noble.

According to background statistics, the ratings of the morning news soared all the way, approaching the historical peak of the BBC.Obviously, this kind of show that unscrupulously exposes the real face of "big shots" is in line with the aesthetic taste of the people.

Unfortunately, not everyone is happy about it.

If the anger of the program director can be turned into reality, I am afraid that everyone present will be burned to ashes by now. Instead of thinking about why the camera position is not moving at all, he opened his eyes wide and roared sharply: "Quick, drag him down!"

The field staff with big arms and round waists immediately broke into the center of the camera, bypassed the long table, and outflanked Hancock from left to right.

Unexpectedly, this bloated, out-of-shape gold medal host suddenly burst out with unimaginable strength, threw away all the field staff, combed the bow tie in front of the camera, and said calmly: "First of all, please allow me to conduct self-discipline." introduce."

"I am greedy, I crave power, I am self-satisfied, I indulge in lust, I am a sinner, my name is Hancock Wallace, your old and faithful friend."

The program director's breathing stopped for half a beat. Obviously, everything that happened on the scene was completely beyond the control of this elite.

He has a vague sense of déjà vu, and he, Hancock, who is mad in front of the camera, and the British people who are watching the morning news, are all proceeding according to the script that has been designed, and the scenes in front of them are as if they were once before. resemblance.

If it is described in French, déjà vu should be the most appropriate.

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

Here I have to sigh with emotion that the adaptability of human beings is so strong, and the self-proclaimed primate of all things has such a deep-rooted conformity and submission.

It's only been a month, and we've gotten used to the curfew at 10pm; we've gotten used to the dwindling TV entertainment; we've gotten used to following all the instructions from [-] Downing Street.

It cannot be denied that Prime Minister Ross was a master at manipulating people's hearts.

She and her think tanks have accurately calculated our tolerance level, constantly probing on the verge of public outbursts, and wiping away our courage to resist.

She succeeded, and we were domesticated.

I, like many others in front of the TV, enjoy the comfort of this routine, the security of familiar faces, and the peace of mind day after day. "

Under the manipulation of Harry Potter, Hancock grinned. The gold medal host who was once involved in a sexual assault scandal stretched out his palm, held his double chin, and said in harmony,

"It's October [-]th, and in a month, we'll be celebrating Guy Fawkes Day, which we consider a fireworks festival.

In previous years, we would roast Fox's scarecrow on the fire, laugh at his overreach, laugh at his fight against the great democracy, laugh at everything about him -- because he failed, and on November [-]th, this sad day.

But for now, I hope in this way, I can have a good chat with people all over the UK, about this year's [-]th of November.

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

At this very moment, outside the studio where I was, there was already a large group of security personnel standing, pounding on the door with engineering hammers—they were trying to prevent me from further uttering more shocking news.

In addition, on the phone in the confidential channel, the orders of the big figures from all sides are shouted, and the heavily armed soldiers will soon be on the road-these people are not coming for me, they are going to the suburbs to deal with a vicious massacre case.

A few hours ago, in an old manor on the outskirts of London, more than 100 elites from all walks of life in the UK were holding a cult ceremony.

They kidnapped pure and lovely girls, used the complicated bureaucratic system of the British Empire to prevaricate and perfuse the girls' parents and relatives, and used black or white methods to block any organization or individual who tried to investigate.

That girl will be inserted with hundreds of needles.Her blood flowed out along the needle tube, and was sucked up by those powerful and powerful people who longed for life, strength, and youth from the blood. "

Hancock let out a foul breath 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-fashioned, and think I'm a narrow-minded prejudice.

However, the fact is that our great country has been completely eroded by blood clans. "

The director of the program only felt dizzy. For hundreds of years, the blood race has been blocking the news of its own existence from the common people in the strictest way. Anyone, no matter how powerful or powerful he is, as long as he has the slightest intention to leak the news of the blood race's existence, he will was ruthlessly obliterated.

As for Hancock, he actually said it without a trace of defense or concern.

"By attracting and absorbing the elite, these blood clans gradually took control of the political arena in the UK and even Europe. All European prime ministers, presidents, prime ministers, and even the woefully inefficient European Union are puppets on the strings in the hands of blood clans.

The introduction of refugees from the Middle East is also one of the great plans that these blood races will implement. They try to provide more efficient blood bag food by replacing the mainstream European race. "

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 any news.

Even, they racked their brains, sealed our mouths, blocked our ears, covered our eyes, and let all communication languages ​​die out in the gap.

why?
For though silence takes the place of talk, words always retain their power.Words provide a means of expression, and it can tell the truth to those who will listen,

And the truth is, there's something about this country that's terribly abnormal, isn't it? "

Hancock smiled miserably, and lamented in a compassionate tone: "On the land of the British Empire, we once had the freedom to oppose, the freedom to think and speak,

And now, all we have is a system of censorship and surveillance that keeps dragging down the bottom line of our patience,
How did this happen?
Of course, some bear greater responsibility than others, and those who serve under the banner of Blood, they will pay for it,"

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

In the mirror, what can we see?
The answer was a terrified, bewildered face.

It is this face that should be responsible for the status quo that we have become two-legged sheep.

Wars, terrorist attacks, diseases, and similar social problems in the British Empire are emerging one after another in an attempt to destroy your reason, deprive you of common sense, fear controls you, and makes you vote for our beloved Prime Minister in chaos, Ms. Rachel Ross ,

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

Hancock seemed to have remembered something, with a playful smile on his face, he moved a little closer,
"Last night, we decided to end this silence,

Last night we took down Old Barry Street to remind the country of what it had forgotten,
More than 400 years ago, a great citizen intended to imprint November 11th forever in our memory, as a reminder to the world of fairness, justice and freedom.

So, if you are willing to sink and degenerate, and still know nothing about the crimes committed by this government, then I suggest that you let November 11th pass in a month's time,

But if you see what I see, if you feel what I feel, and you are willing to seek what I am looking for, I invite you to stand with me outside the Houses of Parliament on the night of November 11 this year, Together we will leave them with a November 5th that will never, ever be forgotten. "

Hancock straightened up and said softly: "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 for short. "

He jumped down from the table, put that fat face in front of the camera, and with real tears in his eyes, he said softly: "My beloved compatriots,
If the sky is dark, live in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, keep silent;
If you feel powerless to shine, then curl up in a corner.

But don't justify darkness because you're used to it;
Don't be proud of your own troubles;
Do not ridicule those who are braver and more enthusiastic than yourself;
We may be as humble as dust, not twisted as maggots. "

Footage from the TV show, as Hancock's murmur fades away and everything returns to normal, as if nothing happened.

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

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

He has planted countless seeds, and he just needs to wait for them to grow silently, take root and germinate in the dark and gloomy underground, and accumulate strength.

There is still one month left until November [-]th.

　The following paragraph does not count.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)