We Must Fight for Wizard Freedom
Looking at the excited faces in front of him, Tom's lips curled into a handsome smile.
He has been in the United States for three years and has a deep understanding of the country's social structure and the lifestyle of wizards.
Although he shares the same roots as Da Ying, he is actually the son who inherited most of the family fortune and turned around to beat his father.
The two countries have significant differences in mindset and spirit.
Britain was like the Chudley Cannons, an old powerhouse whose glory was more concentrated in the 19th and early 20th centuries.
Now I am old and frail, unable to eat.
But deep down, he still retains that self-important air, always talking about being a "gentleman" from an old-fashioned aristocratic family, but in reality, he's all show and no substance, all looks and no substance.
This mindset also has its advantages. For example, the conflict between wizards and Muggle is not so sharp, and the two governments also get along surprisingly well.
Even the Queen drank the Elixir of Life brewed by Slughorn, which granted her continuous longevity for n seconds.
Therefore, Voldemort's Pure-blood ideology was not supported even by many Pure-blood families.
The situation in the United States is quite different.
The Soviet Union had only collapsed a few years ago, and with its major external threat gone, China, on the other side of the ocean, was biding its time and not attacking anyone yet.
The United States, having firmly secured its position as number one, is truly number one in the truest sense.
Thus, the mentality of a superior, Celestial Empire empire naturally arose.
Behind this lavish display of wealth and extravagance lies sharp social contradiction.
With the external threat resolved, the Muggle government can finally turn its attention to dealing with this small group of wizards hiding in the shadows within its own borders.
With the help of the Scourers, the conflict truly escalated.
From Tom's perspective, the current social contradictions in the United States magical world are:
The conflict has shifted from the growing material and cultural needs of wizards to the backward productivity, and now to... the conflict between wizards and Muggle and the terrorism of the Scourers.
Occasionally, the International Confederation of Wizards would also interfere, giving orders and remotely controlling the situation.
Three great mountains to climb, the task ahead is arduous and the road is long.
This contradiction is specifically manifested in the excessive wealth gap in the shamanic community, the marginalization of shamans, and their being hunted down by those Scourers.
The trigger was the New York mob violence incident in July.
If it weren't for the Targaryen ' intervention, the United States Wizarding Wars would probably have already broken out.
Therefore, it's no wonder that Tom was able to attract the approval of many young wizards during his speeches.
He hit the nail on the head, offering sharp criticism of current events.
This rhetoric also suited the group of wizard guards in the prison who received meager salaries.
This is why the guards are always able to be bewitched by him!
The group of wizards in front of him, who resembled believers, were the same; they had been completely brainwashed by Tom.
As a master orator, after a profound analysis of social contradictions, he proposed tonight the principle that "the poorer the wizard, the richer the Muggle."
Finally, pointing to the dark window, he shouted to the crowd:
"Do you see those desolate mountains? This is a place that even the Magical Congress is unwilling to come to, yet it is where you have always worked."
And tonight, on Halloween Eve, you guys have to stay here and work overtime!
Tom stood up, randomly pointed to a wizard, and asked:
How much is your monthly salary?
The man, his eyes red, said, "Seventy Galleon..."
Tom spat and said sarcastically:
"It only costs 70 Galleon a month, which is equivalent to 513 US dollars."
In the Muggle world, you could earn more doing manual labor or washing dishes anywhere!
The wizards looked at each other, muttering incredulously.
"Wizards have great power, so why are their salaries far less than those of Muggle?" Tom asked.
"That's because they've taken up a lot of living space—space that should rightfully belong to the wizards, to your descendants."
Everyone became angry.
Tom, seeing that he had stirred up everyone's emotions to a boiling point, hissed.
The Parseltongue... Amidst the wizards' awe, a Horned Serpent suddenly slithered out from the corner.
It kept protruding its core, then opened its mouth and spat out a magic wand.
Tom dared to enter the prison because he had made thorough preparations and was ready to escape at any time.
He picked up the magic wand and played with it in his hand. Despite being a criminal, not a single prison guard found it unreasonable.
Tom said softly:
"Muggle, occupy the best spots, the most bustling cities."
Those luxury store items won't end up in your pockets unless you buy them for free.
He suddenly raised his wand, smiled, and said:
"But we have this thing, see it?"
This is called a magic wand, and I'll tell you a little secret about it:
We can use it to kill Muggle, control them, and take their property... it's a piece of cake."
Some people looked fearful, seemingly reluctant to kill.
But Tom continued to entice him:
"In this world, it is not honorable to be poor, and it is even more shameful to be a poor person with great power."
I've been rich and I've been poor, and each time I've chosen to be someone superior.
Because at least during Halloween and Christmas, I can stay home and leisurely spend time with my family.
If anyone thinks I'm shallow or cruel, then they can stay here.
Be a guard in this wizarding prison; this is where you belong.
Tom looked around, his eyes gleaming:
"But before you leave this room full of winners, before you report me to the Magical Congress, I want you to take a good look at the people around you."
In the not-too-distant future,
When you're still stuck with a paltry few Galleon, unable to afford a single Firebolt for your child, or even hesitating for ages over a new robe...
The wizards who steadfastly follow me around you have already ruled over Muggle, amassed great wealth, and secured their living space.
Tom's voice was passionate, echoing throughout the room:
Even those rednecks can enjoy a lot of farms.
Even those blacks dared to march and fight for their rights.
Why can't we wizards hide like dogs?
"We are not killing for the sake of killing."
Because power is never bestowed from above, but rather earned through one's own efforts.
What I want is to fight for the freedom of wizards!
Long live freedom!
Everyone stared fervently at the young wizard, imagining the vision he described.
In that not-too-distant future, wizards are all people of high status.
Tom finally waved his arm and said:
"Go, release all the prisoners, go to the Muggle, and take back... what belongs to you!"
He raised his wand, and the cell door blasted open with a red light.
In the warden's room, Magellan was having diarrhea when he suddenly heard the alarm system go off.
He was taken aback, hurriedly pulled up his pants, and walked outside.
Through the window, he saw flames erupting inside the prison, and many prisoners had escaped and were fighting the Auror.
He pulled out his wand, ready to rush out, but his body stiffened. Someone behind him was holding him back with a wand.
"Kill him!" Tom said coldly in his Parseltongue.
With a terrible scream, the Horned Serpent raised its head high, its sharp fangs plunging into Magellan's neck.
His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, his face turning deathly pale, his blue eyes wide open.
Tom gently stroked the snake, which is unique to North America, and smiled happily.
He deliberately let the Targaryen arrest him and imprison him, not only to gain reputation and successfully enter the final high ranks of the Scourers...
It's because the Prehistoric Mysteries left behind by Slytherin are in this prison.
That power... he is about to obtain it.