Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Really? Dear Mr. Strauss, I think you should be able to give me some specific examples."

"After all, during the nearly 20 years that you have been in charge of the German Ministry of Magic, you have always been well-known for your focus on facts and rigorous work."

"Even the time of your meeting must be accurate to the second. It is impossible for it to be an internal meeting of our organization."

"Just sit there and talk nonsense. The facts given by an idiot will always be better than the rhetoric of a genius. I remember this is your motto."

The moment the old man finished speaking, Leon Wang immediately spoke up.

While saying this, the young man kept observing the changing expressions on the face of the old man named Strauss.

And the expression on Carl's face, who was sitting at the top seat.

Naturally, Carl's expression didn't change. He knew very well that it was not time for him to leave yet.

As the leader of an organization, generally speaking, when holding a meeting, in addition to the opening speech and the closing summary.

Generally speaking, there is no need to make too many speeches; you must act as a judge.

At the very least, one must appear to be impartial and not biased towards any party, and the final decision is only because one is convinced by one party.

And Carl is playing such a role now, sitting in a high position in silence.

The old man named Strauss had a solemn expression on his face. He was a very burly old man.

The silver-white hair was combed meticulously and lay neatly on the scalp.

His face was strong and his skin was slightly pale. Time had left deep marks on his forehead and eyes.

Under the thick eyebrows are a pair of sharp eyes that sparkle with wisdom, but also reveal a bit of stubbornness and conservatism.

The clothes he wore were also very distinctive compared to the banquet tuxedos worn by other attendees.

The clothes on this old man looked more like a military uniform.

A well-tailored black double-breasted trench coat with delicate gold embroidery looks solemn and elegant.

The collar of the white shirt was fixed with a ruby ​​brooch, which made it sparkle.

Around his waist was a heavy leather belt with a coat of arms that symbolized the family's honor.

About 10 centimeters away from the right hand, there was a pair of dark leather gloves. The exposed fingers were slender and strong, as if they could control everything.

The reason why Carl could judge so accurately was because the other party used his magic wand and the monocle he carried with him.

They were all placed next to his hands, with the spacing between them almost exactly the same.

Just from these details, one can feel the aura of the meticulous, old-fashioned and conservative old German aristocrats.

Just like fermented sauerkraut, it comes straight towards you.

As expected, just as Carl expected, after a moment of silence, the old man turned to face Carl, folded his right hands across his chest, bowed his head slightly and said.

"Dear Madam, my speech may take a long time, about 10 minutes and 29 seconds."

"Considering the importance and urgency of this meeting, I would like to ask for your permission before I speak."

"To ensure I have enough time to fully articulate my point of view."

Karl couldn't help but take a breath, and suddenly felt that today's meeting would not be as simple and smooth as before.

Compared with the people in front of them, those pigs in the British Ministry of Magic were as naive as college students who had forgotten what they learned in high school.

This was truly a high-end game, so he continued to remain silent and just nodded silently to show his consent.

After getting the approval from the top leader, Mr. Strauss turned his determined gaze towards the other people present.

Putting both hands on the table and leaning forward, this small action was obviously carefully planned.

It can make his already burly body appear even more oppressive.

At the same time, it strikes a good balance and does not give people a sense of unreasonable aggression.

"Gentlemen and ladies." As soon as he opened his mouth, the feeling of an old politician came over him.

His voice was low and majestic, and every word he said seemed to be spoken after careful consideration, with an unquestionable sense of authority.

"Originally, what I am going to say next should be elaborated in a summary meeting or a report meeting."

"But because of Mr. Wang's fatal accusation, I have to make this report in advance."

"I would like to express my loyalty to everyone present at this meeting, and more importantly, to the honorable lady."

As he spoke, he did not lower his head, but just swung his arm lightly and accurately grabbed the wand he had placed next to him.

Then he waved his hand lightly, and a curtain of light appeared in front of everyone.

Above are four statistical charts and some simple text introductions.

"These four charts are the result of our recent work. I just stepped down from the position of Minister of Magic in Germany a month before Christmas this year."

"During this time, I used the convenience of my position and all available resources to conduct an extensive and in-depth investigation."

"Look here."

Mr. Strauss used his magic wand as a pointer, pointing at the data and pictures on the screen, and began a detailed anatomical and logical analysis.

The analysis of the old man is very accurate and full of mathematical beauty, including every punctuation mark and every change in the broken line.

He gave his own understanding and logical deduction of the possible meanings behind them.

"As you can see, in the major European countries, especially in the 13 countries of the European Economic Community."

"Most wizards are opposed to a thorough violent revolution. The median percentage of those opposed is expressed as a percentage."

"All of them are over 63.7%, with Spain, France, Luxembourg and the Netherlands having the highest opposition rates, all exceeding 70%."

“So I think that extremely bad actions are not justified, and we should fight a limited struggle through legal means.”

"And according to the last report, I am very confident that the Saints organization can obtain legal status before the deadline of August 8 next year."

"At the same time, the data in the report also strongly supports my point of view."

After saying this, Mr. Strauss took out a pocket watch from his coat pocket and looked at the time on it.

He said it expressionlessly with the dry humor that is unique to the Germans.

"9 minutes and 32 seconds. It seems that the 57 seconds of applause time I booked earlier was a bit too optimistic."

“It seems that I didn’t get the praise I thought I would get.”

After hearing these words, everyone present couldn't help but shiver. These words were even colder than the cold wind blowing outside the window.

An awkward atmosphere began to spread until Carl, who was sitting in the first seat, started to applaud with an expressionless face.

Hesitant and sparse applause broke out in the entire reception room.

The already awkward atmosphere became even more awkward, and this happened five minutes after Mr. Strauss spoke.

No one spoke anymore. After all, although this old man was embarrassing, the words and data he spoke were still valuable.

At least it seems impeccable now, and there seems to be no angle that can refute it.

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, Carl could no longer continue to act as the arbitrator and had to step down himself and look at Mr. Strauss standing aside.

He asked politely but with dignity.

"Mr. Friedrich von Strauss, your report is so perfect that I can't seem to think of any reason to refute it."

"But I still have one last question. Can you tell me before the deadline I set?"

"What is the probability of the Saints organization obtaining legal status? Can it reach 100%?"