Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"7.25%!!" Still without any hesitation, this old man was as precise as a machine.

Just like a computer receiving a signal, it gave its answer quickly and accurately.

When everyone heard this number, there was a look of surprise on their faces, even Mrs. Joseph and Karl were no exception.

Carl originally thought that the number would drop by 50% at most, and that he would have to work hard to convince others.

But I never expected that the probability would be only about 1/10 of the previous one, not even 10%.

The unexpected surprise almost made him smile, after he tried hard to suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

Carl maintained a serious expression, using the attitude of a leader rather than an interrogator as before.

He stared into the eyes of Mr. Strauss and several other people present and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"With a success rate of less than 10%, you have planned such a plan in half a year and nearly 200 days and nights."

"It really opened my eyes. I even doubt that by this time next year, when we go to Berlin with full confidence."

"When we go to accept the legal status we deserve, we can see a disgusting figure, the Dumbledore who is not named Dumbledore."

"Maybe they have been waiting for us there, looking at us clowns in the dark with mocking and ridiculous eyes."

"It's really funny to think about, isn't it?"

"I am ashamed of my behavior." Without any hesitation, Mr. Strauss apologized directly to Carl.

"When we made this plan, we did forget, or were unwilling to face, the legendary Dumbledore's successor."

"And according to the information we collected previously, the other party does not seem to have much interest in political power."

"Whether in the British wizarding world or in the country across the ocean, Dumbledore's heir seems to be more interested in making money."

"He has no intention of getting involved in political power. He has not even established a real political organization."

“That’s because…” Hearing this, Karl hurriedly prepared to explain, but he didn’t expect that he didn’t even have time to say his words.

Mr. Strauss looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"But now it seems that we were too naive. He is just as despicable, shameless, and insidious as his adoptive father."

"They don't have even a shred of classical chivalry in their hearts, and they don't have the guts to stand up to us head on."

"They always like to wear a hypocritical mask and pretend that they are completely uninterested in political power."

"That damn old man is like this, and his successor is also like this, and he is even more despicable and shameless. He even uses the quality of greed to cover up his ambitions."

Being called despicable and shameless in person, even Carl would feel a little embarrassed, and he tried hard to maintain his facial expression.

In order to avoid being discovered by others, he couldn't help but whispered softly.

"There's no need to be so mean, hypocritical or anything like that. Isn't that a bit too much?"

But just when Carl was about to explain to his other self, Leon Wang, who had previously served as his vanguard.

He suddenly jumped out again and spoke to everyone present with an extremely disdainful tone.

"I have already warned you to be wary of the threat posed by Dumbledore's heir. That boy is not who he seems to be, someone who only loves money."

"Under that extremely greedy appearance, there is a heart that is even more surging and lustful."

"He uses his strange methods to control the bodies of the fools in Britain with his wealth."

"He used his appearance to seduce the souls of those guys, just like his adoptive father. He was despicable and shameless to the extreme."

Carl's defense was completely broken. The slave-like expression on his face could no longer be controlled. At the same time, he began to complain crazily in his heart.

"As for greed and hypocrisy, at least you can admit it, but what about lustful hearts? Who is going to seduce the souls of those guys?"

"You damn French guy, please stop imagining that people from other countries are as lewd as people from your country, okay?"

Just after Carl finished complaining in his mind about this international Auror, he didn't have time to stop the subsequent discussion.

Mr. Strauss, who had just been at loggerheads with his opponent at the table, immediately stood up and agreed with the other party's point of view.

For a moment, this strategic meeting on the future development of the Saints Organization turned directly into a personal criticism meeting against Karl Hohenzollern.

The delegates at the conference, breaking away from their mysterious, silent image, began to tell jokes in every language and slang heard on the European continent.

Carl was criticized crazily, but within 5 minutes, he found that he had perfectly embodied the seven deadly sins preached by Christianity.

A pervert who is extremely arrogant, jealous, mentally ill, violent, lazy, greedy, gluttonous and lustful.

In this way, they became the image representatives of themselves, the saints who had never been able to unite before.

After having a unified target of attack, the barriers between them were miraculously eliminated.

The entire organization suddenly seemed much more united, but the price seemed a bit too high.

Carl, who was sitting in the first seat, listened to these filthy words. His face, which had been serious all the time, turned extremely dark at this moment.

Seeing that these guys were getting more and more outrageous, Carl couldn't help it. He slapped the table hard and roared with all his strength.

"Shut up and stop talking."

With a roar, the entire audience paused, and the patriarchs of the pure-blood wizard families who were chatting happily together.

The other representatives all looked at each other and then at the furious Carl, confused for a moment.

Carl also knew that he had lost control of his emotions and had to say something immediately, otherwise he would be exposed.

But there was only anger in his mind. After he finally figured out a clue, a mean voice sounded in his mind.

[Congratulations to the host. You have successfully strengthened the unity of the organization at the cost of sacrificing your own image. The Dark Lord just has no shame.]

[Even I admire the host's shamelessness. I must reward him generously. The villain will be rewarded with 20 points. The existing points.]

[Please keep up the good work and run wildly on this shameless track, hehehe. ]

"You dog system, I'll fuck you, you're fucking gone, *******!!!"