Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

In fact, this is already biased, because what Carl asked is actually a pseudo-question that cannot be answered.

There is no such concept as 100% in the world. It is a concept that only exists at the mathematical level. Once specific things enter real life.

Countless complex situations will more or less affect the final probability of success.

Saying such things has actually seriously affected Carl's prestige as a leader, but there is no better way at the moment.

In fact, he doesn't know anything about the Saints organization left by his wild father.

Unlike knowing about the British Ministry of Magic and the American Magical Congress, both organizations have detailed and abundant information for you to check out.

Relying on the super-large data processing capabilities brought by the memory palace in my brain, I only need to simply review the information.

You can know the life details and growth experiences of everyone in the British Ministry of Magic and the American Magical Congress.

Then, with this information, we can come up with the optimal solution for each person.

But this Saints organization is really too mysterious, ever since his adult father and biological mother got divorced.

All the information of the entire organization completely disappeared across the entire European continent.

Whether it is the Ministry of Magic of various European countries or the information hidden within each family.

All information about this organization disappeared without a trace.

Even the first meeting in Berlin included the list of people invited and their information.

They were all written by my wild father based on his memories and on the spot, so most of the people invited are elderly people who are still alive.

Now when facing their sons or grandchildren, the information they have is even less.

Before, Mrs. Joseph provided me with information about almost all the participants in that secret room.

The records were fairly detailed, so I wasn't completely in the dark at the beginning of the meeting.

There is nothing wrong with various allusions and metaphors, but in that document, the oldest person present was Mr. Friedrich von Strauss.

Apart from the name, the rest of the information is basically blank.

When he saw this, Carl already had an ominous premonition, and now the premonition has become reality.

The old man in front of him is his biggest obstacle at the moment.

"It's impossible to reach 100%." ​​While Carl was still recalling, Mr. Strauss finally answered, his voice still full of lowness and majesty.

It’s just that his attitude became much more respectful and not as oppressive as before.

"According to my careful calculations, it's about 65.49%."

"65.49%!!" Carl repeated the number loudly, his tone sounding very unfriendly.

But in fact, he was already smiling from ear to ear in his heart, because such a precise numerical answer had verified his first guess.

That is the old man in front of him, a very powerful opponent, who will definitely not agree with his point of view easily.

But at the same time, he seems to have a fatal weakness, which is that he is too professional and precise, like a mechanical watch that never makes mistakes.

He will only honestly report the number he thinks should be reported based on his own calculations.

Taking advantage of this bug, Carl planned to turn himself into a magnet to interfere with the operation of the opponent's mechanical watch.

So he tapped the table rhythmically with one hand, his face full of cold expression, his eyes fixed on Mr. Strauss in front of him.

"Dear sir, this number does not seem to be satisfactory. The information you collected before is very interesting."

“I am very grateful for the efforts you and those behind you have made, but at the same time, I want to say this.”

"What I need now is a result that can make people excited, not a string of numbers that make people uncomfortable."

Karl's words were already a reproach, and they were quite harsh.

If they were ordinary saints, they certainly would not dare to refute after Grindelwald's heir had said such words.

But it is clear that Mr. Strauss is not an ordinary person.

There was basically no change in his expression, he just spoke calmly.

"Dear Madam, in political activities, if there is a 10% chance of success, you can already take a chance."

"A 20% probability is already a small advantage, and a 30% probability is already significant."

"65.49%, basically a sure win."

"Oh, really?" Carl laughed, and his beautiful face became a little hideous because of the smile.

When everyone present saw this scene, they all held their breath unconsciously and stared closely at the smiling devil on the top.

Start to worry about what the other person will say next, and according to Murphy's Law, the things you worry about most are often the most likely to become reality.

As expected, everyone present only heard Karl asking coldly.

"Then I would like to ask, dear Mr. Strauss, when you joined my grandfather's group and became one of the first batch of saints."

"What is the probability you calculated?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's face turned grim, including the international Auror named Leon Wang.

Or those two unlucky guys who were almost having a stroke and almost fainted on the spot due to the confrontation with each other.

Or maybe the others who had been watching the show, even Mrs. Joseph, lost the professional fake smile she had always maintained on her face.

This question is too fatal. If it is not answered well, let alone whether today's meeting can reach a satisfactory result.

I'm afraid that serious problems will soon arise within the Saints organization.

Everyone held their breath, and only Carl still had a smile on his face. He certainly knew that asking questions like this was very risky.

But he also understood, according to the ultimate secret of children's quarrels, when he encountered a player who was completely impossible to deal with.

The best way is to use the excuse of being the bad guy and threaten to go home and ask the other party's parents to deal with them.

It is obvious that this wild father of mine is still very intimidating.

Silence fell again, and it lasted another long 5 minutes, but the one who broke the awkwardness this time was Mr. Strauss, who had caused the awkwardness last time.

His expression remained unchanged as he spoke in a deep voice.

"95.75%, dear ma'am, that was my answer when I first met your great grandfather."

"I got this number in my mind instantly, but I didn't expect..."

"I just didn't expect that with such a high probability of 95.75%, you still failed in the end."