Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Mr. Raymond was a little defensive. He cursed and looked at all the senior officials who stood up in the conference room with despair in his eyes.

In fact, he has always known that the international Auror named Leon Wang has always had unclear connections with the Saints organization.

You are not a minority among the Ministry of Magic employees who admire this young Auror. They are collectively known as the Young Turks.

He has always sought to change the entire French magical world, so he gave up the leadership of a powerful international Auror.

Make the other party a special stateless Auror in order to suppress the development of the young generation.

After eliminating this faction, Mr. Raymond has always believed that there are no political factions within his French Ministry of Magic.

After all, in his heart, it is better to believe that these useless people in front of him would fight for a woman than to believe that they would unite to form a political faction.

They don't have the IQ, let alone the motivation.

But now the iron facts told him that they had succeeded and formed a political faction right under his nose.

But something even more despair was yet to come. Just as Mr. Raymond was puzzled, he sat in his seat, looking at everyone in confusion.

Mr. Leroy, who had been acting as a lackey nearby, seemed to notice that something was wrong and asked in confusion.

"Don't you know? I have always been acting according to your instructions. The formation of the entire faction took me a lot of thought."

"I missed several important appointments and even lost my little Anna, little Juliet, little Judy, little Lisa..."

"Stop!" Seeing this unreliable guy, he kept saying his girlfriend's name as if he was calling out the name of a dish.

Mr. Raymond had to quickly stop the other party and said with a frown.

"You mean I'm the leader of this political faction, and I told you to do this."

"You even missed a lot of important dates and gave your beloved girl to some of them. Is that what you mean?"

"Of course, you are my leader, so of course I have to serve you."

Mr. Leroy's face was filled with satisfaction, and his eyes seemed to say, "You finally understand the old slave's painstaking efforts!"

"When did I tell you to do this? Did I ever give you any written instructions?"

Looking at that mean face, Mr. Raimondo completely lost his defense. He slammed the armrest of the chair hard with his right hand and yelled angrily.

Mr. Leroy, who was spitted all over his face, wiped his face awkwardly, and spoke after a few seconds of silence.

"You did not give me any written instructions. I remember it was from the international Auror named Leon Wang."

"Having just been expelled from the International Confederation of Wizards, you held a closed-door meeting to discuss whether or not we should accept each other."

"At the end of the meeting, you invited us to have some drinks, and you drank about six servings of Louis XIII."

"At that time, you held my hand, with a solemn expression on your face, as if you were entrusting me with your final affairs, and spoke sadly."

"There are political factions within the French Ministry of Magic. This is an extremely dangerous political signal."

"It seems that my career as a minister has come to an end. I really hope that by now I can have a political faction of my own."

"Then there will be no need to make such a mess for such an Auror. Mr. Leroy's future affairs will be entrusted to you young people."

I have to say that this thin and frail-looking young man actually has great acting talent.

He portrayed the image of a middle-aged man who was half drunk, frustrated and decadent to perfection.

At the same time, it may be because his face looks like he will die soon, so from this performance.

Everyone present could really sense a solemn feeling of wanting to entrust one's last affairs to someone else.

Almost everyone thought the performance was good, and several colleagues even applauded in approval.

Only Mr. Raymond was there, his face turning purple with anger, looking like he was ready to eat someone at any time.

Those eyes were fixed on Mr. Leroy like a lion seeing its prey, and his voice was not as high-pitched as before.

The voice became soft and the tone was terribly cold.

"You are such a great little genius, Gerald Leroy. Don't you use your brain when you do things?"

"Can't you see that I was drunk and talking nonsense? And even if it was just a verbal instruction from me."

"Don't you use your brain to think about whether those words are feasible and whether they are true or false?"

"How dare you act on your own? According to the Statute of Secrecy, all senior officials in the French Ministry of Magic have now become traitors to the wizarding world."

These words could no longer be called a warning; they had become an outright threat. Everyone else present was shocked by these words and the other party's tone.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment and shivered all over.

Only Mr. Leroy, who had been staying next to Mr. Raymond, looked as if nothing had happened, with a sly smile on his face.

He stretched out his right ring finger and shook it left and right while speaking.

"You just made a mistake, Minister. The number you just mentioned is incorrect."

"What's the discrepancy?!" Mr. Raymond asked hurriedly.

He thought that things could still turn around, and that not all of his senior officials were useless, but there were a few with normal brains.

I should have thought of it earlier. These guys are so indecisive that when they saw others standing up, there must be some of them who didn't understand the situation and stood up too.

That must be right.

But unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, just when he thought the situation could turn around.

said Mr. Leroy, with a broad grin.

"Not only all the senior management, you once told me that we should be down-to-earth in doing things and not be divorced from the grassroots and the masses."

"I think I am always out of tune with you and make you angry too many times, so when you entrusted me with this important task."

"I followed exactly what you taught me before, starting from the grassroots step by step, so if I'm not mistaken."

"Except for the so-called young warriors, the entire French Ministry of Magic is basically composed of our people."

"I ****" Mr. Raymond couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted after cursing the last swear word.

As if he had lost all his strength and means, he slumped in his seat, and his eyes lost all their light.

Looking at their distraught minister, some of these senior officials who usually have no idea what conscience is could not help but feel ashamed.

One of them couldn't help himself and left his seat, walked over to Mr. Leroy and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mr. Leroy, who had been praising with a proud face, seemed to lose all his strength and means in an instant and fell down in his seat.

He looked at Mr. Raymond somewhat helplessly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"