[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

For a daily newspaper, if a new issue is launched in the early morning, the newspaper office cannot be idle at night.All the news of the day is gathered together and written into a manuscript for tomorrow's newspaper, and then an editor sorts out the news of the day, the columnist's draft, the section special, etc., arranges it in a position suitable for it to appear, and finally prints it. Fresh out of the oven around five in the morning, each paper is delivered by owl to the person who ordered it.

Generally speaking, most of these tasks will be completed before the end of get off work, but some news will always happen at night, and at least two editors and reporters need to stay on duty at the magazine office at night, so that the most important news can be arranged on the front page in time superior.

The Daily Prophet, located in the south of Diagon Alley, is also a busy day today.The No.70 wartime decree of the Ministry of Magic was just released today, and there were overwhelming voices of opposition and criticism. The newspaper office received a flood of letters and contributions from wizards, and the staff worked overtime to arrange tomorrow's page.Most of the current affairs section above is talking about this matter, ridiculing the stupid behavior of the Ministry of Magic, and criticizing the Ministry of Magic for being so exhausted that it has become neurotic, and every mature wizard should feel contemptuous about it.

"On their newspaper page yesterday, there was not a single word about the bombing that killed 20 people in the Muggle community." James Potter whispered, curling his lips in displeasure, "Ministry of Magic To announce through the newspapers that a new wartime decree has been signed - how can they not explain why they signed the decree when they have the time to mock it? It's not the point at all."

"Understand them, Prongs." Sirius said noncommittally, riding a broom, silently hiding by a window on the outer wall of the newspaper office, using the dim lights on the street to cover his tracks, "After all, you can't help it." Ask them to admit it publicly, and tell all wizards, hey, friends, we have never dared to tell you how terrible Death Eaters are. Although the decree introduced now looks funny, but you don’t know anything anyway, why don’t you go with them? We laughed at the Ministry of Magic merrily, you couldn't resist the Death Eaters when they actually came to your door anyway, and it's good to be entertained to death."

Remus shuddered, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, Padfoot, we all understand what those people think now, your observations and descriptions are really apt and nuanced."

"All hypocrites are alike." Sirius said succinctly, "I know this area well, and none of you can compare to me."

The three friends looked at each other, did not speak again, and listened quietly to the movement inside.

Some small animal squeaked and squeaked inside. It was very inconspicuous amidst the roaring sound of the printing machine, but the sound was all too familiar to them—it seemed that Peter had already sneaked in to make sure that No major issues.

It's now.James glanced at the distribution map in his hand again to confirm, picked up his wand, and tapped the window silently.

"Araho Cave is open."

They rode brooms and tiptoed through the half-opened windows into the newspaper office and landed on the second floor, everyone clutching their wands and looking wary.Sirius glanced at the printed page next to him, and twitched the corner of his mouth at the title on it.

"Obviously, they didn't report on the bombing today," he said, sarcastically. "They really know how to protect themselves, don't they? They know who can criticize and offend, and who'd better never provoke them."

"During the war, it must be said that it was a troublesome thing for the mouthpiece mechanism to master this kind of cleverness." There was a slight stepping sound from the stairs, and soon, Eli's figure appeared there. He took off his hood and nodded towards them. "So we're giving them a push today, and it's time for our newspaper friends to make a choice."

At his feet, a mouse jumped up nimbly. Under their gaze, the figure quickly blurred and elongated, and soon turned into their familiar friend Peter Pedilu.His watery eyes blinked, and his eyes kept drifting to the stairs uneasily, looking very frightened.

"There are several people on duty below!" He reported to his companion in a shrill voice, rubbing his hands uneasily, "There are also upstairs - their editors and reporters! There are also people in charge of printing and typesetting... Too few of us have come! We should gather some more adult wizards and come again..."

"Don't be stupid, Peter, other people can't do this. They have their own jobs and identities. Once they are unfortunately caught, the situation is much more serious than ours." James waved his hand indifferently, according to Peter's words just now , comparing them one by one on the floor plan of the newspaper in my hand, "Catherine's map is really good and accurate... She really just came here once after joining the editorial department of Wizard Weekly? How can she be so detailed? It's really strange. "

"She's been this good all along, I thought you'd know...can we get to work, boys? We're short on time. James, Sirius, look at Remus and Eli - they're already working on it Newspaper page."

Lily’s voice was heard, and she also came up from downstairs—they were divided into two groups, one of them came from the window on the second floor to control the printing machine; Cast earplugs and confusion spells on the wizards stationed at the newspaper office at night to delay their discovery of abnormalities, and try to let the newspapers be delivered by owls at five o'clock in the morning.

To be honest, the request to go smoothly is basically an extravagant hope. After all, the page they want to change is the headline on the front page. Although the staff downstairs have already cast a confusion spell, according to the information provided by Catherine, before the newspaper is sent out at [-] o'clock in the morning, There will be a special person to go to work to check, and it is almost a fantasy to make it without disturbing anything.

Therefore, when they came this time, they were fully prepared for the battle. They just waited for the preliminary work to be done now, and then ushered in the inevitable battle at five o'clock in the morning.

Here we go, Lily.Immediately, James stopped chatting with his friends, piled the broomstick aside, jumped forward briskly, and started a division of labor with his companions according to the previously discussed method.

Eli and Remus are in charge of revising the master version of the newspaper, adding the bombing report they wrote to the master version of the newspaper.They prepared several pieces of content, including news reports and commentary on current affairs, and condensed them into one front and back page to form a new front page headline.The original content was delayed sequentially, so they needed some new blank pages, and they also needed the printing machine to work overtime to produce a new edition outside the original plan.They're splitting up these things, they're pressed for time, and it's not easy.

"Go on, Sirius!" James called.Waving his wand, he commanded a stack of blank newspaper pages to fly towards the machine beside Sirius, "Line up with blank paper! Go for me!"

"This is more efficient, isn't it?" Sirius said with great interest, pointing at the machine with his wand, the machine that was already printing in full swing suddenly seemed to be forcibly injected with stimulants, and began to operate at a speed much faster than before. stand up--

"Slow it down, Sirius! The machine looks like it's going to smoke! If it unfortunately fails in a moment, we'll have to write the rest of it ourselves—"

Everyone laughed when they heard it. They are actually no strangers to printing. After all, they have been running school newspapers for three years.On this evening, it was as if they were all back at school, in their own club room, and the idea put everyone in a good mood.

Amidst the roar of the machines, the revised newspapers are being produced intensively and overtime.Paper pages and newspapers swish in the air, busy printing on white paper, and assembling the printed content together.Their figures were buried between the machine and the paper, and everything was going smoothly. The printed newspapers were piled aside, and the pile was getting higher and higher, and the sky gradually faded from darkness and became bright again...

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the half-opened window in the morning, Peter turned into a mouse and ran up the stairs frantically squeaking.The review editor who came to the newspaper office yawned as usual and stood in front of the stairs, staring dumbfounded at the few colleagues on night shift piled up at the top of the stairs. is dead.

After regaining his senses, the review editor frantically ran up to the second floor.

"Who are you? What are you doing?!" he yelled in terror, drawing out his wand, but his hands were shaking and he could barely hold his own. "Death Eaters? You—I— I did not disagree with your remarks! Our newspaper did not offend you—"

"It will be different from today, buddy." Sirius said, he leaned against the wall, twitched the corners of his mouth, and raised his eyebrows at the person who came, "The days of sitting on the fence are over, thank us, if you really If you die, I promise you will not go to hell in the future."

"Knowing that Death Eaters do murder and set fires all day long, and everyone turns pale when they talk about them, but they're just scared instead of fighting?" James said loudly, rolling over with his friends on the Broom, whistled to the review editor who was standing stupidly at the door, "It's time to stand up, friend! The Order of the Phoenix sends you hello!"

He pointed his wand at the window, and the glass of the entire window was instantly shattered, leaving room for the owl to enter and exit smoothly.It was nearly five o'clock, and the owls had already flown nearby to stand by. Now that the windows were open, they all flew in from outside the window, filling the sky with feathers, like a meteor shower that landed in the early morning.

They grabbed a newspaper and flew out as usual, bringing today's newspaper into every wizard's house.

"Wait! I haven't reviewed it yet! Y'all—owls—give me back—" the reviewing editor yelled at once, trying to stop them.

However, it was too late for him to take any action now. A few broomsticks soared into the air, and amidst James' loud laughter, they quickly flew out of the room and headed towards Zhaoyang.

The review editor stared at the window dumbfounded, facing the broken glass all over the place, and couldn't recover for a while.After he finally blinked his eyes again and hesitantly raised his hand to rub his eye sockets, he suddenly found that there was still a person standing in the room.

He was reading a fresh paper next to the last of today's daily papers.Seeing that he finally looked over, he raised his head calmly and smiled at him.

"The Order of the Phoenix declares that it is responsible for what happened this morning." He said, "You can't handle this matter. I want to see your editor-in-chief."

The editor-in-chief of "Daily Prophet" Barnabas Guffey arrived 10 minutes later. He was sitting in his office with a gloomy expression, staring deeply at Iraq sitting across from him with an appraising gaze. Lay Smith.

"I know you." He said in a low voice, "The founder and first editor-in-chief of the "Hogwarts School Newspaper", you have caused us a lot of trouble when you were in school...and now you I did something even more outrageous, although I didn’t catch your accomplices, but I believe that just by tampering with the newspaper, I can sue you one by one and throw them all into Azkaban.”

Eli's eyes were calm, his sitting posture was upright, he completely ignored the threat of Editor-in-Chief Gu Fei, without any wavering.

"Until then, I'm afraid the Daily Prophet will face the wrath of all British wizards," he said, "who have lived for years under the shadow of You-Know-Who and Death Eaters, and that one of their most trusted papers Not mentioning a word. Not reporting on the bloody ideas of the You-Know-Who, not exposing the cruel deeds of the Death Eaters, not analyzing the reasons for the Ministry of Magic's decree... They will be horrified to find that this newspaper with the largest circulation in the British wizarding world has been in the Whitewashing the peace for the mysterious person, wanting to confess everyone - just to save his own life."

"We didn't!" Guffy frowned, subconsciously retorted, "We're just looking for more accurate news! As a newspaper, we can't catch rumors—there's no definite evidence that those things were done by Death Eaters..."

"Including the matter of Lestrange Manor?" Eli asked in a cold voice, thinking about his words.Guffy was speechless for a moment, staring at Eli, belatedly remembering that the person across from him was also a victim of Death Eater atrocities.

Eli stood up, resting his hands on the table.He leaned forward and approached the editor-in-chief Gu Fei, looking directly into his eyes with a strong sense of oppression.

"There are also the hundreds of Muggles who died in the Westminster Bridge incident, the victims of the Unforgivable Curse who were admitted to St. The big explosion that just happened last night that killed 20 people. None of this is accurate? No evidence? You think they died out of thin air while they were joking, don’t you?"

Guffy was speechless, he seemed a little annoyed at being asked so awkwardly by a young man, but he couldn't face these questions directly, and his eyes inevitably averted.

"Stand up!" Eli snapped suddenly, startling him, and he threw himself back, but still didn't escape Eli's gaze. "The list of victims, the anti-Death Eaters front, those who died for standing up for justice." Heroes, give them the treatment they deserve! At least let people know why they died! The newspaper wants to make money, doesn’t it? It’s time to make a choice, editor-in-chief, whether to choose money or fear, stand on the sidelines The opposite of the masses — I hope you figure it out, you don't have a choice whether it's for the money or for anything else."

Barnabas Guffy was silent for a while, and he looked at Eli with a complicated expression.

"What is the Order of the Phoenix?" he finally asked.

"All the Justice League who are fighting against You-Know-Who and Death Eaters," Eli said, slightly curling the corners of his lips at him.

"Let me introduce you again." He said calmly, "Eli Smith, a member of the Order of the Phoenix and official spokesperson."

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