Harry Potter's face was extremely ugly. The young wizard who accepted Dumbledore's love and justice clenched his fists tightly. The force was so strong that his nails were pinched into the flesh, and blood overflowed, slowly soaking along the palm lines.

"The vampire men cannot follow the British Empire's public opinion because of a mere attack. They will spare no effort to implement the great plan and exhaust all means to seal your British mouths and ears."

Li Ang looked at the Middle East refugees indifferently and said casually: "First of all, the British media, including the BBC, will report on this matter extensively, tell the public about the progress of the matter, and criticize the matter.

At the same time, another wave of media will jump out to refute it, believing that this is the personal behavior of a small number of refugees, and that all refugees cannot be considered as terrorists."

Harry Potter couldn't bear it anymore and frowned and shouted, "Do they treat the people as fools with such obvious scrubbing?"

"Haha, public opinion requires two gangs to fight, quarrel with each other, and confuse the public."

Li Ang said slowly: "This wave of media that jumped out will score steps. First of all, it is a poor denial, and it believes that the attack is not as serious as the British official said - but facts are better than words, and denial obviously cannot cover the bright eyes of the masses.

The second step is conspiracy theory. These media will hype up and turn the blame to the British Empire, focus on portraying the difficult situation of Middle Eastern refugees' lives, promote that they are not understood and respected, and cannot receive the treatment that normal people deserve, emphasize the poverty and downturn of refugees, and determine that this incident is a 'counterattack of the weak'."

"Absurd!" Harry browned, "It is already the ultimate glory of humanitarianism that the British Empire has taken out taxpayers' money to support them. They are bullying us, who can believe it?"

"Don't worry, don't look at the advertising and see the efficacy. There is a third step in the entire set of public opinion marketing."

Li Ang said with a smile: "Then, it is the attribute binding. These media will find some moderate Middle Eastern refugees, promote their secular attitude towards life, and live in harmony with ordinary British people.

Tell the world that there are mild refugees in the Middle East, and accuse those who think that Middle East refugees are evil, put the "neo-Nazi" hat on them, and criticize and isolate those who are discerning in their eyes through the overall white-left thoughts in the UK."

Harry Potter was speechless. Obviously, this young wizard did not understand what public opinion orientation was, and did not know so many procedures in it.

"The fourth step is division. These media will recruit a large number of naval forces, cast nets on various social platforms, and fish more. Any behavior of accusing Middle Eastern refugees will be described as narrow-minded and prejudiced by them.

As social platforms are captured, most people who are silent are dissatisfied, but they remain silent on the outside. This wave of opposing Middle Eastern refugees integration into the UK will be easily calmed down.”

Li Ang smiled and said, "Of course this is not enough. The blood clan master hopes that the refugees will be completely broken into pieces and assimilate the UK within decades and hundreds of years. In order to achieve this goal, a killer weapon is needed."

Harry looked confused: "What trump card?"

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

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London, Grimore Square is a 20-minute walk from Kings Cross.

At night, hundreds of London citizens held wooden signs with the words "Get out of London" and shouted neat and consistent slogans, walking on the streets.

Some of them were violently hurt in disasters; some lost relatives and friends in that disaster.

The Kings Cross disaster a few days ago greatly hurt the feelings of the British people.

The British opened their doors and allowed Middle Eastern refugees to come from their war-torn hometown to peaceful Great Britain, giving them food, clothing, and providing them with high social welfare.

Middle Eastern refugees compensate the British for their endless complaints, resentment, even hatred and hostility.

The officers in Scotland Yard stood on both sides of the street to maintain order. The werewolf officers who were attracted by the vampire nobles either leaned against the gate of the police car or rode high-headed horses, glanced at the crowd with casual eyes, and pressed their palms faintly on the rubber baton at their waists.

As long as there is a disturbance, the werewolf police officers will fulfill their duties and protect the people's right to life and health. Of course, whether the people here refer to the British or the Middle East refugees is a matter of opinion.

What people on the street didn't know was that in the house No. 12, Grimo, which was left unattended, there were eyes staring at them.

From the street, the black painted door of House No. 12 is covered with scratches, and the silver door handle is deliberately carved into the shape of a coiled snake. The reason why the door handle is not pried away by the little bandit is because the owner of this house belongs to the most ancient and noble pure blood family, the Black family, in the wizarding world.

This house symbolizes the glory of the Black pure blood family. However, Sirius Black, the current head of the family, sneered at this and contributed the house as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, the organization founded by Dumbledore, and was specifically used to resist Voldemort's terror reign.

Grimo 12 was cast by Dumbledore's spell of loyalty, and no one who is not recognized by the Order of the Phoenix could find the exact location of the house—including the Muggles below.

Alastor Moody, the wizard known as the "crazy-eyed man", leaned against the window and watched the parade below through the dusty window of Black's ancestral home.

Moody is an experienced and powerful Auror. During his years of fighting against the dark wizard, he lost his legs and eyeballs, replaced by metal prosthetic legs and a magic eyeball embedded in his left eye socket.

The Auror was imprisoned in a box by Death Eater Batty Crouch Jr. at last year's Cup of Three. This tragic experience made his face look even more aging and pale, and in Sirius's words, it was "crazier".

"These muggles are still clamoring and arguing like decades ago,"

Moody retracted his gaze from the parade and turned his head to Sirius Black and said, "Has your godson, that Harry Potter been found yet?"

"No."

Black shook his head, his face even more gloomy, "We arranged personnel at his aunt's hospital and took turns to take over, and we never noticed his movements."

Moody whined a few dissatisfied words without saying a word.

It was Dumbledore's resolution to pull Harry Potter out of chaotic London. Although many members of the Order expressed confusion and dissatisfaction with this, they still carried out Dumbledore's order to take Harry out of 4 Privet Road and prevent him from learning about the unfortunate news of the Dursleys' attack.

Unfortunately, the Floor Network set up on Livervet Road was forcibly cracked by external forces. During the teleportation process, Harry disappeared directly and has no news yet.

There are no people in London who can do this under the surveillance of several powerful wizards. Apart from the black demon who cannot even mention his name, the biggest suspicion is the mysterious man who attacked the Ministry of Magic some time ago.

However, the best news is that Dumbledore provided information to the Hogwarts prophet and received a clear reply - Harry Potter is not dead yet, but his heart is undergoing a huge change.

Sirius, who was worried about his children, let out a breath. The Black family witch who betrayed the glory of the pure blood family, lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly, and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window.

What he didn't know was that the prophetic savior, Harry Potter, was standing at the southwest end of England under the night sky, on the open-air beach in Cornwall, quietly waiting for a group of people to come.
Chapter completed!