Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Damn old man!" After hearing this, Carl silently made a note of Grindelwald in his heart.

Then he turned to look at Mr. Strauss and spoke in a sincere tone.

"I'm very sorry sir, I shouldn't have such paranoid thoughts, I'm ashamed of my behavior."

"You don't have to apologize." Hearing this, Mr. Strauss said sincerely, "I know that for you who inherited Grindelwald's bloodline, it is very difficult."

"It does sound unacceptable to lower your noble head and ask those lowly Muggles for advice."

"I said that before only to prove that what I said was true. I didn't mean to change the supremacy of wizards."

"There is no need for you to apologize to us or thank us for our so-called sacrifice, which is such an unbearable humiliation."

"This is the punishment for losers like us. We just have to bear it ourselves."

Hearing this, Karl couldn't help but take a breath, and at the same time glanced at the other people present.

Sure enough, on the faces of several saints who were also older, I saw that kind of lonely and resolute expression.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"No wonder you Germans were willing to form an alliance with those Japanese bastards during World War II. It turns out both nations have a little bit of chuunibyou in them."

"And this organization that my father left for me does seem to have many talented people in it."

“But now it seems that its essence is still a little bit abstract and immature.”

"Although conventional methods are effective for these people, in reality, it seems that a strange sense of justice is still needed to guide these guys."

Carl figured it out and immediately changed his expression, completely disregarding his current image.

Trying hard to look like a helpless leader, he spoke to everyone present with a sad and helpless tone.

"I understand. I understand why my grandfather has been hiding this from me. I also understand your painstaking efforts."

"You have been through so much, witnessed too much shameless betrayal, and too much helpless failure of justice."

"You have seen greater good, and are spurned by your own people, precisely because you have known hell yourself."

"So you understand better than anyone how great the sacrifices that need to be made for the greater good are."

"That's why you came to this meeting to test whether I am a qualified leader."

Sure enough, this kind of speech with a strong sense of middle school immediately resonated with many people in the audience.

The veteran group headed by Mr. Strauss all had tears in their eyes, as if to say that someone finally understood their good intentions.

The young and strong group headed by Leon Wang looked ashamed as they looked at the old people with tears in their eyes and lowered their heads in shame.

Carl on the other side had an even uglier expression on his face, but it was not because he was truly moved.

It was just because he felt that he was crying because of his own stupidity. The tension and mutual calculations before were really a bit self-indulgent.

At the same time, he began to completely demystify his wild father. He suspected that Grindelwald might not rule these guys by any cruel means.

Maybe it's just because of his mouth that can make up lies and that handsome face that can make the greatest white wizard fall in love at first sight.

After figuring this out, Carl decided to add fuel to the fire. He slowly looked at everyone present and announced solemnly.

"But we are back, aren't we? As ghosts of the old times, we finally rose from the dead."

"This time we will completely change. In the past, they called us devils and Grindelwald the most dangerous dark wizard family."

"But what they don't know is that this time the devil will wear the face of an angel, and we will no longer be the villains this time, gentlemen."

"We must take back the fruits of victory that should have belonged to us half a century ago in an upright manner, as liberators and as righteous men."

This announcement seemed to ignite the fire in the hearts of everyone present.

Then, I don’t know who started it, but applause rang out in the venue like spring thunder.

The applause was not chaotic but extremely uniform. Every clap seemed to have been carefully rehearsed and had a strong sense of rhythm.

The applause continued, as if everyone wanted to express their excitement and support in this way.

Carl felt the emotions attached to the applause, but as a veteran of the second dimension in his previous life, he knew very well that this was definitely not a climax.

I still need to deliver the final blow to end it brilliantly.

So, surrounded by applause, Carl, who had just been as strong as an ancient Greek ruling official, slowly turned his head and looked at Mr. Strauss.

She asked softly with a sincere and sweet smile.

"Dear sir, am I qualified as a leader?"

Sometimes, the roar of a mountain or sea may not be as effective as a gentle question.

This soft question directly penetrated the inner defense of this German old man, whose face had remained unchanged like marble.

Two cramped red clouds appeared, and Mr. Strauss coughed loudly and desperately as if he was having an asthma attack.

After concealing his inner embarrassment and excitement, he immediately looked at Carl seriously and answered.

"Yes ma'am, I think I'm qualified."

Carl did not seem particularly excited when he received this answer. He was just like a granddaughter who was praised by her grandfather.

She just gave a sweet smile and then sat back in her seat quietly.

This scene was so peaceful and beautiful that all the men present, regardless of age, forgot to breathe for a few seconds.

So much so that the clerk of later generations saw the following description in the same meeting report.

His presence seemed to blend into this peaceful space. His long hair gently draped over his shoulders, rising and falling slightly with his breathing, and his long eyelashes occasionally fluttered.

There was a faint smile on her lips, which gave me a few seconds of spiritual comfort in my long life.

The crowd that had been fighting before seemed to have seen the real Messiah at that moment. The world around them seemed to have stopped, leaving only the goddess and the crowd looking up at her.

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In the living room, Carl was quietly enjoying it all. He knew he didn't need to do anything else.

All I had to do was wait silently, and sure enough, after two minutes of silence.

Mr. Strauss suddenly raised his voice.

"Well, now that the lady has given the direction, let's immediately work out a feasible plan based on this direction."

"From now on, work out the first steps to take in the next 24 hours to help that damn Dumbledore heir."

"To complete his extremely foolish plan that is full of loopholes in the British wizarding world."