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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Lucius closed the Phone and growled. His wife, who was sitting beside him and had watched the whole memory alongside him remained silent.

He appreciated that.

Narcissa was a smart woman and knew when he wanted to listen to her advice and when he wanted to think on his own. Something that he didn't even knew himself.

"That was a smart move on his part." He said after a long silence."

"Indeed." She replied "Though I had not thought that the Auror would be so crass as to threaten Harry Potter in the middle of Diagon Alley."

"Not crass my love." He replied " 'Crass' is such a light word. The thing that the auror did was downright stupid. Even if this… memory had not been sent to us, I would not have been surprised to see this incident being published on the front page of the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning."

He had no doubt that they were not the only ones to receive this memory and that this memory must have been sent to everyone who now held a Magical Phone.

He had not thought that the Magical Phones could be used like this and realized that Harry Potter was a true genius to think up of a way to mass communicate with other people like this.

In fact, the boy had created a whole new media on his own by sending this memory to everyone.

He wondered if this was why the boy had sold these Magical Phones so cheaply.

Well, 250 galleons for a single MP Pro was not really cheap by any means but the Phone was such a sophisticated and amazing invention that they boy could have sold them for double or even triple the price and the masses would have still bought them.

Had the boy known that he would be able to create a private news media for himself by this.

If he had, then the boy was truly a terrifying existence.

He needed to find a way to get close to the boy.

The boy might be a filthy halfblood born from a muggleborn whore but he was definitely a genius born once in a century.

And it was not like the boy would have rejected an offer from the Malfoy Family.

He also wondered if he would be able to buy some shares of the Magical Goods company.

From what he knew, so far, Harry Potter had 100% of the shares in the company.

If he could get his hands on some of those then he would also be able to influence the company and get his hands on not only the wealth being generated by the company but also this new form of mass media.

He hummed and gently rubbed his wife's hand, wondering how he should go about acquiring those shares.

Should he send Draco to befriend the boy-who-lived and proceed from there.

Yes, that seemed like a good idea.

Draco had told him that they had a bit of a rivalry going on in the school and he knew from experience that such rivals could easily be turned into friends.

Yes, he would send Draco to befriend the boy-who-lived as soon as the new term starts.

Author's Note:- Yup. I don't think that people would like it very much if the truth that an Auror threatened the Boy-Who-Lived got out.

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