Chapter 134 - Reactions (1/2)

Minerva closed the memory and reminisced about the last war that they had won by luck.

When they won the last war, had they truly sought to strive for a peace like this.

A peace in which the Aurors take the place of the death eaters and threaten 11 year old boys in the middle of the street instead.

No. She had not fought for a peace like this.

She was not happy with a situation like this.

She wanted the corrupt system to change.

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Flitwick kept the Phone down and rubbed his tired eyes.

He had known that the Auror forces were corrupt but to threaten the Boy-who-lived in the middle of the Diagon Alley?

He wondered when had their society had fallen this low.

Even during the last war, the aurors were at least trying to Voldemort even thought they failed miserably at that task.

But now. Now the aurors were the ones threatening the citizens instead.

He had not fought in the last war so that they could be led by a corrupt government.

He was not happy or even satisfied with a situation like this.

Yes, he wanted some change being brought in the ministry.

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When he was first introduced to the Magical Phone, the idea that it could be used as a form of mass means of communication had not even crossed his mind.

But Harry shown his terrifying genius once again and done what he could not have even thought about.

He had created a substitute of the Daily Prophet in the form of a memories.

And after seeing the memory, he knew that this form of media would gain more viewers than the Daily Prophet. Especially among the younger generation who now only saw the newspaper as a rag.

He also knew what Harry was doing by creating this kind of memory.

He was trying to rouse the sleeping population of the Wizarding world that had so far been blinded by the lies of the Ministry.

He was not sure if this would be a bad thing or a good thing for the Magical Britain as he knew that the revolution that Harry was trying to bring could ofter lead to blood baths.

But he did agree that the corrupt ministry definitely needed a change.

He rubbed his temple and Fawkes begin to sing a melodious song, uplifting his mood and spirits.

A great change was coming. He could sense it.

And just like he had done before, he would try to lead the masses to a path with the least blood, so that once the storm passes, there would actually be some people left to carry on.

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