Chapter 28

This reasoning could be described as clear, interlocking, and every step was supported by solid evidence, and even those few parties involved began to doubt whether they had really drunk that cup of coffee under the bombardment of repeated evidence.

And what was even more wonderful was that the Umbrella Corporation didn't say a word for itself throughout the whole process, but people pieced together the "truth" bit by bit themselves; this "truth" was not imposed on them by anyone, but was spontaneously formed by them, so they believed it even more firmly.

While public opinion was rising unprecedentedly, another reporter reported that during the London subway fire accident some time ago, the Umbrella Corporation donated a large batch of White Medicine without compensation, directly saving the lives of dozens of severely burned patients, and some people didn't even leave a single scar on their bodies.

That medicine worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, they not only donated without compensation, but didn't even do a decent promotion, not a single news report, and even the donated medicine was quickly transferred from the factory, without a single company logo.

Only on the blessing card that wrote "Wish the world no pain", a simple Umbrella logo was printed.

What kind of British stupid donkey is this!

What kind of treasure company is this!

Finally, the whole incident reached its climax in an open letter personally signed by Nobel laureate Rita Levi-Montalcini.

In that open letter, Rita published her preliminary verification of the magical medicinal effect of Cloud White Medicine, and called on the industry to strengthen research on the underlying mechanism of the medicine, believing that its research would help clarify the mechanism of human cell regeneration and would play a huge role in promoting human medical progress.

With the most authoritative scientist's certification, the effect of Cloud White Medicine was epicly proven.

People almost wanted to celebrate; this wave, it wasn't a certification for Cloud White Medicine, it was a huge satisfaction of everyone's psychological expectations.

Everyone's emotions were fully mobilized.

Hateful pharmaceutical groups!

Sad bureaucratic system!

And that poor Umbrella Corporation!

How honest, how simple, how serious, how simple, how kind a child, yet was beaten up by this group of beasts in human clothing, not only was the person almost gone, but the lifelong love (referring to the White Medicine formula) that had been obtained after spending unknown amounts of effort and investment was also almost snatched away by others!

This damn thing is unbearable!

All the men and women in the UK were deeply empathized.

Pharmaceutical groups must die!

Corrupt bureaucrats must die!

Umbrella, must be on fire!

Patrick held the newspapers of the past few days, feeling a bit dizzy with happiness.

"Public opinion has completely turned around, now everyone is supporting us!" Patrick was excited, "With such a big wave of public opinion, the committee cannot act arbitrarily!"

It was just that he was a bit strange, how did this momentum suddenly rise?

Thinking of the few hairs Murphy asked him to pluck before, could there really be a curse?

Murphy was very calm, having long anticipated this scene he had created with one hand.

Stories have always been the core of attracting people's attention.

A good story must have a plot that is ups and downs and treacherous, must have suspense, and a process of approaching the truth by peeling the cocoon.

And these, due to the intervention of factors outside Muggle cognition like wizards, all became available at once.

Murphy only needed to give everyone a beginning that could trigger associations, and the rest didn't need his guidance, and naturally someone would sort it out.

At the same time, a good story also needs a protagonist who can empathize.

Now the Umbrella Corporation is that protagonist.

A newborn enterprise that wants to change the world, how much it looks like oneself when first entering society, carrying simple and hot dreams, regardless of anything, plunging into the bottomless society, and then sure enough suffered the beatings of life.

However, unlike himself who had already been bent, he didn't give up.

He was aggrieved, he was angry, but he still straightened his body, insisting on doing what he thought was right.

Seeing him was like seeing another possibility of oneself.

No one would want to see the protagonist lose in this bloody kingly story of a young man's struggle.

Because no one wants to see themselves lose.

When this story was discovered by everyone bit by bit, Murphy knew he had already won.

"He's awake?"

Knockturn Alley, hearing Lisandro's news, Murphy sighed, "I thought he wouldn't be able to wake up, this family's luck is really not bad."

Lucius didn't die; Murphy knew this news through Lisandro that day.

After the fire, the staff of the Aurors and the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters arrived at the place very quickly, handled the Fiendfyre, and successfully extinguished it.

Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy were also saved by Dobby; both were basically uninjured, just scared.

Narcissa insisted that her house had been attacked by dark wizards, her husband might know the details, but Lucius was seriously injured and had been receiving treatment at St. Mungo's, unconscious for nearly ten days.

Murphy was looking forward to Lucius dying directly in the hospital; if it weren't for Narcissa spending a lot of money to hire a few Aurors to protect Lucius's safety, he would have thought about sneaking into the hospital directly to give him an Avada Kedavra or something.

Unfortunately, this guy actually woke up.

But Murphy wasn't too surprised by this.

He was already prepared for the other party to wake up.

He also knew that this guy had suffered such a big loss and would definitely not let it go.

He was alone, not afraid of Lucius retaliating with force.

But the fact that his true identity was known by the other party was a bit difficult to handle.

After linking his true identity to the violation of the Wizarding Secrecy Act, Lucius had actually mastered the means to make him die in the wizarding society.

Although regarding the matter of breaking the law, Murphy was very open-minded now.

Even if he was really wanted by the Ministry of Magic, he could just change his name and live in the Muggle world.

But once he fell into that situation, his future plans like the potion research institute would face huge difficulties.

In fact, difficulties had already appeared.

A few days ago, Gringotts froze the account he opened with the fake name "Stephen Conberbatch" and the family vault belonging to "Murphy Durkheim"; if this problem wasn't solved, it would be difficult for him to obtain wizard gold coins through normal channels in the future.

Without Galleons, there would be no dittany, without dittany, there would be no White Medicine, without White Medicine, Umbrella would starve to death, and his path of ascension through technology plus magic would directly die in the womb.

"Why, so concerned about Lucius, could it be that his house was burned by you?" Lisandro probed.

"What do you think?"

"I think it looks like it," Lisandro said, "You kid doesn't look like a good person. Before, asking me to buy up all the potion materials was also targeting Lucius's pharmacy, right? This time, you burned people's house, amazing, arrogant! I like it!"

"You think it's me, but you can't convict me."

Murphy picked up a beer on the table and drank it in one gulp.

"Chatting with you here is just nonsense."

Still the same sentence, if Lucius wants to mess with me, he has to go through the regular channels, have evidence, and go through a trial.

And in the wizarding world, there is only one institution that can judge whether a wizard is guilty.

He should go talk to those people and tell them a story.

(End of chapter)