The Daily Prophet was, after all, now an official media outlet. No matter how outrageous its articles were, there were still wizards who believed them—and quite a few at that.
Though it lacked authenticity and accuracy, this was precisely journalism at its most charming.
After returning from the United States to Redford Barracks in Edinburgh, Vincent idly scrolled through videos for a while before realizing that the Ministry of Magic had become this shameless.
Even Grindelwald probably had not received treatment like this back then. The world truly was full of wonders.
"What are you watching?" Hunter took off his sunglasses and leaned toward the projected screen with a curious expression.
The wizard in the video was a photographer. He had participated in the filming of The Merlin Legend and Wizarding Glory. Though the shows had received mediocre responses, his professionalism was undeniable.
In the video, he drew on his extensive knowledge to try to prove to his esteemed viewers that the photos published by The Daily Prophet had not undergone post-production—not even color grading. They were utterly pure, all-natural photos with absolutely no additives.
"Pfft—" Hunter could not help laughing after watching for only a moment. "The wizards in your Wizarding World are hilarious. Even children know photos like these have gone through extensive post-production. What is there to defend?"
Vincent shut off the projected screen. "The social structure of the Wizarding World is actually not much different from that of the Middle Ages. If Magical Communicators had not appeared, magical governments could still easily conceal any truth."
The smile vanished from Hunter's face instantly. "I really find it hard to imagine that, with the twenty-first century so close, your magical society is still this backward."
Vincent turned to look at the fifty MSTA-MA members training nearby. "Otherwise, I