Chapter 189 Let the Spell Fly for a While

"Did you hear about it? The saints said it was free training, but in fact, they were just asking people to work for free! They were making people work from morning till night every day, and they were not paid!"

"I heard! You have to sign a contract when you enter. If you don't sign, you won't be allowed to leave! Isn't this bullying an honest person?"

"Oh my god, how come the saints have become like this! It turns out they are not..."

"Needless to say, your true nature has been exposed! Do you really think they are good people?"

Similar remarks are becoming more and more popular.

From time to time you will hear it in places with mixed crowds such as bars.

Abernathy learned the news outside and hurried back to Saint's Manor.

"Argus, during this period, people in the British wizarding community have been slandering us, saying that we..."

"They say we are a scourge to the British wizarding world and will do anything to harm British wizards. We should be expelled from the UK."

"It's not that unpleasant..."

Abernathy saw that Yagus was not moved at all, and he understood immediately.

The other party must have expected this scene and had prepared in advance, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

"Uncle Abernathy, guess how many people will believe these words?"

Yagus gently turned the pages of the book with his fingers and looked up at Abernethy.

"It's hard to say, it should be quite a few."

Abernathy hesitated.

"Then do you think they are right?"

"Of course not!"

"What's wrong? That's exactly what we did." Yagus replied calmly and put down the book he was holding.

"There are only a few truly wise people in this world, and most of them just follow what others say."

"It's easy to be influenced by the outside world."

"But these people feel that they are among the few who have mastered the truth,"

"You only need to give them a small push to create huge waves."

…

The Leaky Cauldron.

One afternoon.

The bar was noisy and there were shouts from time to time.

"I told you before, the saints are all a bunch of hypocrites!"

"The price reductions and the attempts to help civilian wizards in the past were all just an act of theirs!"

"Look now, your true colors are revealed, right?"

"I think so. How can a pure-blood really stand up for us mixed-bloods? He's just trying to trick us into getting the Galleons!"

"Who says otherwise! My friend went to Saints training a few days ago, and now he can't even go out. All he has to do is work every day, and he doesn't even get half a copper nut's wages!"

"..."

In just a few days, the Saint seemed to have become the filthiest and most despicable being in the British wizarding world.

Even the Saints’ shops were affected.

Income drops again and again!

At this time, even Vita couldn't sit still and came to Yagus with the store's income in recent days.

"Yagos, why don't we take action?"

"During this period, our profits are only half of what they were before. If it drops further, we may not even be able to keep one-third."

"It's not time to counterattack yet." Yagus was very calm and did not show any anxiety due to the current situation.

"But we have recently spent a lot of money to manage new members. If we don't expand sales as soon as possible, what's the use of recruiting these people? It's a waste of our gold galleons."

"Those purebloods won't give us any time to breathe!"

"Let the spell fly for a while."

"Fly for a while? What do you mean?" Vita was confused.

"It means that no matter what kind of enemy you deal with or what kind of magic spell you release, it will take a certain amount of time to hit the enemy."

"The same is true for our actions. If we fight back now, although we can quickly clarify the situation, it will be a waste of a great opportunity."

"Only when the British wizards' emotions reach their peak will they realize that they have been fooled and the saints have been misunderstood."

"At that time, public resentment was enough to tear everything apart! Even the pure-blood family above them was of no avail."

"Be patient, Aunt Vita, our funds should be enough to last for a while."

"Don't be so anxious."

…

Severn Manor Hall.

Various utensils decorated with gold, silver, pearls and jade are all over the hall.

Looking down, one can think of the luxury of the manor owner.

There were several people sitting in front of the desks in the hall, each holding a cup of black tea and laughing freely.

"Hahahaha... I thought the saints were so capable, but that's it! It's only been a few days, and the store is not far away from closing!"

"That's right! If you move your hands even a little bit, they won't know what to do!"

"That guy Lucius has been cooperating with them for so long, tsk tsk!"

"What can a kid who is not older than my son know?"

"It seems that there is really no one left in the Saints. Let a little brat who doesn't understand anything come to take charge, hahahaha..."

"If you ask me, let's deal with Lucius and the others this time, and it will be over!"

"Don't! That old fox Lucius is not that easy to deal with. We'd better deal with the saint first!"

"Isn't this difficult to handle? If you incite the British wizards more, I guarantee that within a few days, their store will not be able to make a penny!"

"Agree! Act as soon as possible. We have made arrangements in advance. There are definitely a lot of good things hidden in the saints. This time we must eat the saints in one bite!"

…

Three days later, the revenue of the Saints store dropped again and again.

The reputation has also changed from the most respected and favorite shop among British wizards to the smelly rat in the ditch.

Many wizards would rather go to other shops at high prices than look at the Saint's shop.

In just three days, the Saint's shop's revenue dropped by two-thirds.

If it weren't for the low price, I'm afraid the remaining one-third would not be kept!

In Diagon Alley.

Several sneaky figures quietly sneaked into the crowd, and their actions were very skilled. It was obvious that they had done it countless times.

Several people came to a place where people gathered and started talking loudly.

"The Saint is really a piece of shit. My cousin went into their inner circle and found out that everything they sell is fake!"

"What? Fake? No way?" A person next to him said.

"Of course not! If it's not fake, why do they sell it so cheaply? Do you really think Saints are doing charity?"

"No, this is too ruthless, isn't it?"

"Tsk, don't you think about it? The land in Diagon Alley alone is worth so many gold Galleons. If they are not a little ruthless and make more money, how can they make back their investment?"

"That's true. I remember my cousin's cousin bought materials from Saints to make potions, and he drank himself to death! At that time, I thought there was something wrong with his mixing method, but now it seems..."

A group of people shouted at the top of their voices, as if they were afraid that others could not hear them.

They didn't notice the changes behind them at all...