Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Carl answered for the other party, and the answer he gave once again brought silence into the cabin.

Everyone present turned their eyes to Carl, who had a relaxed expression, and Mr. Strauss, whose expression finally showed a slight change.

The deep and dignified old man finally showed another expression besides calmness on his face. It looked like a hint of anger and disappointment.

His whole body was tense, like a big cat lying in ambush in the grass, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

Finally, after a long wait, the big cat began to move, but this time, it did not pounce on its prey like it did in the past.

He just walked out of the bushes silently, growling a few words softly.

Mr. Strauss said in a helpless tone.

"Yes, just as you said, I never thought we would lose, regardless of the resources we had at the time."

"Or maybe from a personal charisma perspective, your grandfather Grindelwald and the organization he founded both have absolute advantages."

"Even if I calculated it 10,000 times, the data I got would not change at all, but we still lost."

"We lost miserably and completely. Even now, nearly half a century has passed, I still don't understand why we lost."

"Maybe the calculation method is wrong." Carl said slowly.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Strauss frowned.

Carl continued to speak indifferently.

"The calculation formula you used earlier should have only selected the number of Ministries of Magic in the countries you control."

"And the number of pure-blood families who support you, without counting the number of ordinary wizards, especially the large number of mixed-blood wizards."

Hearing this, Mr. Strauss was silent for a moment, then shook his head decisively.

"They cannot influence the overall situation. The changes they can bring about are minimal and will not affect the final calculation results at all."

"That's right!" Carl nodded when he heard it, but then changed the subject.

"If the resources of a pure-blood wizard family with a long tradition are quantified as 1000, then an ordinary wizard may only have 1 to 10."

"There are even fewer hybrid wizards. If they are scattered here and there, they really won't have much impact, just like potatoes in a sack."

"But once someone organizes them, the quantitative effect of these extremely small numbers plus the huge number is not a number that can be ignored."

“And it just so happened that at that time, there was an organizer who was comparable to my grandfather.”

"Albus Dumbledore!!!" Mr. Strauss blurted out the name.

Carl nodded silently, confirming the other party's answer, and he found that when he said the name of this old bee.

This German old man who looked strict and rigid actually showed rare emotional fluctuations, and his name made him grit his teeth.

One can imagine the extent of the anger inside, and this is exactly the effect Carl wanted.

He had to use clever words to stir up everyone's emotions, only then could he slowly erase the rationality from the minds of these shrewd guys.

I can use emotions to manipulate them. As for the theory I just mentioned, it is nothing but a complete lie.

Mr. Strauss has been thinking about this problem for half a century but has not been able to solve it. He will never get the correct answer.

Because even if there is someone now, tell them the truth and use magic to prove to them that this is the truth.

Carl can also guarantee that 90% of people would rather die than believe the absurd truth.

The remaining 10% may pretend to believe verbally and then find ways to retaliate when the opportunity arises, because this is an insult to their masters.

These senior saints were made to believe that the reason for their failure in their struggle was because their master and the organization's mortal enemy fell in love.

That is simply a complete denial of one's past life, and greater interests will become the funniest joke in an instant.

So when Carl used this simple wording to direct the final answer to Dumbledore, the old bee.

Except for Mrs. Joseph, who was a Muggle, all the other smart people present naturally believed this answer.

Human beings will only believe what they want to see and believe.

What can deceive everyone is never the carefully woven lies, but themselves in their hearts.

This absurd psychological saying has been proven once again.

Mr. Strauss took the lead first, looked at Karl with an angry expression, and spoke seriously.

"Dear Madam, we have failed you by not thinking of such an important detail. I was so stupid."

"I have been troubled by such a simple question for nearly half a century. I solemnly ask for your forgiveness."

"My grandfather and I have never blamed anyone. Everyone present here, how can we forgive anyone without blame?"

Carl spoke just as seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he deliberately pretended to be sad and ashamed, and spoke in a low voice.

"My grandfather told me more than once that the responsibility for the previous failures was mainly his, and had nothing to do with anyone present here."

"He failed you, but you didn't fail him, so when I first met you."

"That's why I say that I'm not asking for your loyalty, but swearing loyalty to you instead."

"I will always be loyal to this organization. Grindelwald will not let any of you down this time."

This time, Carl told the truth, but these facts still played the role of the previous lies.

Mr. Strauss was the first to jump out again, with a face that seemed to be made of a whole piece of steel.

At this moment, it was as if he was over-calcined in a boiler, the red was dazzling, and his body stood straight.

Like an imperial general, he put his hand on his chest and spoke loudly.

"I will always be loyal to you, my lady. Your will will be the direction of my wand. I will give you everything."

"Including your own life, please tell the master that he has not let us down. He has never let any of us down."

"It's all Dumbledore's fault. He was absolutely unable to stop us this time. He was unable to stop us from doing this for the greater good."

Faced with the other party's sudden loyalty, Carl smiled brightly, but at the same time he was very clear that although the other party said he wanted to be loyal to him.

But in fact, many people present here are not loyal to me at all, and the reason why I can sit in this position is that

It’s just because of that damn wild father of mine that I’m more like an agent of the other party’s will.

The use of this authority is also limited in number, and each use is a huge expense.

He must truly control this behemoth in front of him as much as possible before using up all his cards.

You must produce real results, but you must not initiate the topic.

So Carl, as if unconsciously, looked at Mr. Strauss, whose face was flushed, and asked casually.

"Dear sir, if we calculate now, what is the probability of success of your previous plan?"