Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

"Minister of Magic." Salazar paused for a while, "How much do you know about the current Minister?"

I'm coming!

The out-of-class spot check in Salazar's classroom is late but arrived!

"The current Minister of Magic is..." Tom quickly glanced at the information in his hand, "Hector Foley."

"He can be said to be a very lucky person." Tom gave an interesting evaluation.

Salazar straightened up a little with interest at Tom's answer.

"His rise to power was fortunate - the former Minister for Magic, Locan McClair, said with a serious smile, unwilling to say a word, preferring to communicate in monosyllabic words and meaningful smoke from the end of his wand."

Having said that, Tom was a little speechless.

There is nothing wrong with being unsmiling and serious, but you can’t speak well, just use simple monosyllabic words to express the meaning, what does the smoke at the end of the wand mean! ! !

Do the staff of the Ministry of Magic have to learn your useless smoke language in order to communicate with you?

"It is precisely because Lokan McClaird was so difficult to get along with that after he was forced out, the warm and agreeable Hector Foley did more to reassure the public about his former minister than any other candidate. The irritation of Claire's special idiosyncrasies is also conducive to reversing the previous bad image of the Ministry of Magic."

Salazar nodded in agreement with Tom. "That's right, so what did you learn from that?"

Salazar watched Tom with interest.

"A good personal external image is a huge and hidden political capital." There is a bright light in Tom's eyes.

Salazar continued to ask: "What else?"

"Not only can you better accumulate political capital for yourself, but under certain conditions you can also attack your opponents." Tom slightly expanded the use of political images.

"Then if it were you, what kind of image would you create to the outside world?" Salazar was persuasive.

"Perfect." Tom replied without hesitation, without any thought, "a perfect external image."

"Oh?" Salazar raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly, and a word came out from his thin lips. "reason."

"It is true that being strong but having some ironic and innocuous flaws is more attractive to people, but this is the last choice for those weak people who do not have enough strength to maintain their perfect image."

"Human beings are like plants." Because he was studying the knowledge related to plants some time ago, Tom subconsciously made a metaphor with plants, "Plants have a strong phototaxis, and a person who is strong and perfect in all aspects is very important to human beings." In general, isn't it just that strong light is for plants?"

"The essence of human beings is Mu Qiang." Tom's face is full of confidence at the moment.

"A leader who is strong but has some small flaws will indeed make people close subconsciously, but if there is a choice, people will definitely hope that their leader is a perfect person-even if this is just his external image. "

Salazar's fingers unconsciously groped the polished and rounded part of the armrest on the seat, and said rather meaningfully: "If this is your plan, I won't interfere, I just hope you can afford it. All the difficulties behind perfection.”

"I will." Tom seemed to have received some information from Salazar's words, and replied firmly.

Hearing Tom's almost unhesitating answer, Salazar stood up, his back moved away from the back of the chair, and he lowered his head slightly to the side, looking at Tom below.

Immature, young, young, but ambitious and very confident.

They even tentatively began to show their sharp fangs to him.

Salazar didn't even have to look, with his eyes closed he could smell the powerful scent of ambition overflowing from Tom.

That is—the desire for power, the greed to control everything.

I can't wait to crush everything I can see into the palm of my hand, then greedily swallow it into my mouth, grind it finely with my teeth, swallow it carefully, and swallow it into my stomach without falling.

'A little snake cub. '

'It's still a snake cub trying to become the king of snakes. '

Salazar lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep, and the long eyelashes slightly covered the depth in his eyes, but it didn't weaken the stagnant and solemn atmosphere around him.

Interestingly, this ambitious little snake cub really has the capital to become a snake king.

Even, it is still self-cultivated and promoted.

Against Salazar's critical and probing eyes, Tom looked straight at him, expressing his determination.

After an unknown amount of time, Salazar withdrew his stern gaze, and lazily leaned back on the soft and wide chair back.

A little snake who wants to prove that he can bear the heavy sustenance with his teeth and claws.

Salazar was really relieved at the moment.

At least... this snake cub is well-raised and won't bite Afu back.

The corner of Salazar's mouth raised an inconspicuous arc, and a very light humming sound sounded.

The laughter was like a signal, and with the sound of the laughter, Tom felt that the critical eyes scratching his body disappeared, and the pressure that solidified like a mountain around him suddenly eased.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief, but his tense body still didn't dare to relax, and continued to maintain a straight posture, looking at the blond young man sitting casually in the portrait.

In the short period of confrontation with Salazar's ancestors, Tom bears a huge double oppression both physically and mentally.

He changed his familiar and innocent look towards Afu in the past, and bared his fangs to Salazar who was standing at the peak.

Although it was not for provocation, but to prove himself, Tom was still terrified.

But...he didn't regret it.

Over the years, the knowledge and education he has received are blatantly telling him what kind of person you should be and what you should do in the future.

Tom didn't dislike the arrangement.

Rather than saying that he doesn't hate it, it's better to say that the various arrangements for him just satisfied his restless ambition.

In other words, it pointed out the way for him to control everything—stand at the top, seize power, and become supreme.

The only regret is that...

Tom lowered his eyes to avoid direct eye contact with Salazar, so as not to be seen the rebellion hidden in his heart.

'If only I could organize myself. '

He doesn't hate the arrangement, but he hates being arranged.

'However...for the sake of Sister Afu, I can barely bear it at present. '

Tom tried his best to calm down the unwillingness that was clamoring wildly in his heart, tried his best to recall the daily life with Afu, and diluted his negative emotions with sweetness and happiness.