Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After Carl finished speaking, even Cornelius Fudge, whose face was as thick as a city wall, couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Not to mention the group of senior officials behind him, who felt like these past few months were a dream.

Almost in an instant, their savings, year-end bonuses, pension plans, and all income disappeared.

What's even more terrifying is that all the wealth of the entire British wizarding world also disappeared. Where did the money go?

Everyone has been trying to get the answer to this question, but all they get is an ever-expanding debt.

Looking at the contracts with everyone's signature on them, everyone in the British wizarding community was almost dumbfounded.

Everything made sense, but they couldn't find the answer to why their money had disappeared.

Other people present were no exception. Oh, no, there was one person who was an exception, and that was the young man who had just embarrassed the Minister of Magic.

There are definitely quite a few people who have this idea, so those senior officials don't care about their face at this moment.

The past two months have been so painful that they just want to solve their current predicament as soon as possible, so someone soon spoke up to help.

"Of course, Mr. Hohenzollern, the Minister does not intend to target Headmaster Dumbledore."

"After all, in the entire British wizarding world, no one disrespects Headmaster Dumbledore. The soundproofing of this house is not very good."

"I'm sure you've heard that the argument was so intense that some inappropriate measures were inevitable, right?"

"That's right. We were arguing so loudly at the time that it was inevitable that we couldn't take care of some issues."

"Minister, you should express your opinion. After all, he is her adoptive father."

"I wanted to stop him at that time, but I didn't have time to do it."

After one person spoke, other senior officials quickly followed suit, one after another speaking out to help resolve the situation.

Although these people have no brains to think about problems and no ability to solve them, their ability to shift the blame and find someone to take the blame is definitely first-rate.

After just a few words, Cornelius Fudge instantly became the person who was betrayed, and suddenly became the target of public criticism.

Listening to his colleagues around him asking him to apologize, Cornelius Fudge almost fainted on the spot due to high blood pressure.

Yesterday we agreed to stand together with me to defend the dignity and interests of the Ministry of Magic, but now the formal negotiations have not even begun.

It seems that at least 40% have defected, and among the remaining 60%, it now seems that at least half have not had the chance to speak.

The opportunity to speak out has been taken by others. If you speak up again, you may not gain much benefit, and you may even offend yourself, so you choose to keep silent.

The other half may just be on the sidelines and have no intention of standing on your side at all.

The attitude of these cunning people is very clear, they will help whoever wins.

We came here in a grand procession, but less than five minutes after the show started, we were all alone.

Cornelius Fudge felt aggrieved, and he began to recall the fat pink figure again. That woman was useless and greedy.

But at least they are willing to stand on the same front with me, which is a hundred times better than these wavering people around me.

But no matter what, he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he could only bite the bullet and try hard to force a smile as he spoke to Karl.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Hohenzollern. I would like to formally apologize to you for my previous inappropriate remarks. I hope you can forgive my unintentional behavior."

"Of course unintentional acts can be forgiven." Carl looked at the stiff smile on the other person's face with a look of disdain.

"But if it was done intentionally, it cannot be forgiven."

After saying that, Carl did not provoke Cornelius Fudge any more, but turned around and walked towards the side door of the senior conference room.

Seeing Carl move, other high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic hurried to follow, and for a moment a group of people gathered behind him.

The target who was just surrounded by the crowd has now become the leader of the crowd.

The previous leader could only stand there like a fool, looking at Carl's back and the group of fence-sitters.

Cornelius Fudge was really gnashing his teeth in hatred, but he had no choice but to follow as the group of people walked into the senior conference room.

Carl had no intention of waiting and sat directly at the top of the square conference table, followed by Kevin Lestrange.

He sat directly on Carl's left, while old Barty Crouch sat on his right according to the previous position allocation.

After these three people sat down, the other high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic who followed them in were also a little stunned.

For a moment, everyone gathered at the door and no one dared to take another step forward.

Carl looked at the group of Ministry of Magic officials who were lingering around and said with a smile.

"Don't you know how to read? Isn't there a nameplate in front of each seat?"

"Just take your seats as instructed. Does it look good to sit in a crowd?"

While saying this, Karl waved his hand and the red paper nameplate in front of him turned into shining gold. On it was written the name Karl Hohenzollern in gorgeous Gothic script.

Kevin Rice on the side was even more direct. He used magic to push the nameplate in front of him to the side.

Along with the nameplates behind it, all are moved to the back in order.

Seeing these two people doing such a thing in public, none of the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic stood up to say anything.

On the contrary, they were very glad that the other party did this. Doing such a thing in public at least sent a clear signal.

Doing what the other party says can only be considered as being under pressure, and it does not mean that you have any intention of taking sides.

Compared to this open and aboveboard falling out, Cornelius Fudge's insidious and despicable methods are actually more despicable.

Without the political pressure, these high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic quickly took their seats according to the order of their name tags that had been changed.

Until the last person, Cornelius Fudge, who had been blocked outside the door and unable to come in, sat down in the rearranged seat.

Only then did he walk into the conference room. As soon as he came in, the scene before him made him feel mixed emotions.

An uncontrollable anger rose in his heart, and just when he was about to lose control of his anger.

Karl’s voice appeared in his ear, and he saw the other party waved his hand lightly, with a black name tag that was completely different from everyone else in the audience.

It appeared at the very end of the square conference table with his name written on it.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Cornelius Fudge."