Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The dog system's ridicule truly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The budding clue and the only remaining rationality in his mind were replaced by a flood of anger.

Carl was so busy demonstrating the art of language to the dog system in his mind that he completely forgot about it.

In reality, there are more than 10 pairs of eyes staring at me.

In less than ten seconds, many people present began to get restless at this crucial meeting.

When a leader voluntarily gives up a dozen seconds of speaking time, it often represents a huge power vacuum.

Although it may be extremely risky to speak out at this time, it can also bring you great voice if all goes well.

Under this huge temptation, one of the two old men who was almost hit by the French International Auror, Leon Wang, almost had a stroke on the spot.

He jumped out impatiently, wanting to save the face he had lost before, but the old man didn't even have a chance to speak.

A sharp red light suddenly shot out from behind him and hit him directly in the back.

"what!!!!!"

Then there was a scream that broke through the sky, and the old man fell to the ground, twitching continuously, with his face distorted like a devil.

This scream finally brought Karl back to reality and temporarily shifted everyone else's attention away from him.

Everyone looked at the old man lying on the ground and twitching, and instantly became alert, and almost everyone took out their wands at the same time.

Mr. Strauss spoke bluntly, all directed at a side door on the left side of the reception room.

"Come out immediately, or I will use the Killing Curse to kill you. How dare you attack a member of the Saints during a meeting of the organization."

"This is an offense to Grindelwald. Even if you can escape now, Grindelwald's followers will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

After saying this, the tip of the burly old man's wand began to flash a dazzling green light.

"Don't get so excited, respected elders. I'm just following the rules of the Saints' Organization."

"Punish those who don't follow the rules."

As the young voice sounded, a thin and tall figure walked out from behind the side door.

Kevin Lestrange, wearing a black Saints uniform, holding his wand in his right hand, came to the old man lying on the ground with an expressionless face.

He raised his wand to the other's head and spoke in a cold tone.

"The saints' loyalty to their masters must be implemented in every aspect of practice, and the organization's regulations clearly stipulate this."

"No saint can make any speech until the Master has finished speaking."

"Otherwise it will be considered an offense. As a saint, what kind of punishment should I receive for offending my master? I think everyone here knows better than me."

Kevin Lestrange's words reminded everyone of the organization they belonged to.

It is not a peaceful and docile political organization, it has been a religious organization from beginning to end.

An extreme violent organization based on the personality cult of Grindelwald.

It's just that with the passage of time and Carl's previous actions, people have gradually forgotten those harsh and cruel rules.

Until now, looking at the handsome young man in front of him, wearing the ancient Judge's robes depicting the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

They only recalled all this when he appeared in front of them with a magic wand.

So almost everyone, led by Mr. Strauss, held their wands in both hands and raised them above their heads.

He knelt on one knee towards Carl, who was at the head, and apologized in a humble tone.

"Please forgive our arrogant master. Here we offer our wands with both hands and beg for your mercy."

Faced with this sudden situation, Carl was a little confused about everything he knew about this organization.

In fact, all of this came from the story told by his wild father. According to the other party, he was simply a standard charismatic monarch.

It was because of his unparalleled eloquence and extraordinary personal charm that he attracted almost all the pure-blood families on the European continent to cooperate with him.

In the process of telling this history, Grindelwald even dissed Voldemort, who only knew how to use violence.

At the same time, he even wanted to tell how he relied on his unparalleled charm.

In that summer, in that ancient warehouse, the heart of Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, was completely captured.

If Carl hadn't stopped him, the old man would have even been ready to tell the details.

But now it seems that the old guy was obviously lying. In the process of establishing the organization, the old guy definitely did not hesitate to use violence.

Unlike Voldemort, whose ideology was too disgusting and whose own abilities were limited, he had to keep killing people and use fear to intimidate other people in the organization.

It was obvious that the old guy's methods were even more cruel, and he directly engraved the deep fear into the hearts of every believer.

It’s not that others don’t dare to resist, but that they don’t want to resist at all.

"What a powerful method." After figuring this out, Carl couldn't help but sigh.

Then he quickly cast a grateful look at Kevin Lestrange.

Kevin Lestrange received that look without any change in expression.

Instead, Mrs. Joseph, who was sitting on Karl's right, suddenly covered her mouth with both hands, with a surprised expression of a little girl.

Looking at that expression, Karl felt his eyes twitching wildly.

He silently made a note of Grindelwald, who had secretly betrayed him once again.

At the same time, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and looked at the people who were half-kneeling on the ground with a calm expression.

He waved his hand gently and said indifferently.

"You guys get up. I don't want to punish any of you. The situation is so serious now."

"Any internal struggle is a loss and will only weaken our future competitiveness. I am still willing to listen to your opinions."

"As I have stressed before, this is a new era and naturally there is a new set of rules."

Carl pardoned everyone present, and Kevin Lestrange didn't seem surprised by this.

He just silently put away his wand and pointed at the old man who was still lying on the ground howling.

He said with a calm expression.

"So what should we do with this guy? Does he need further treatment?"

Hearing this, Carl looked at Kevin Lestrange with a smirk and spoke in a funny tone.

"So what do you want to do? My dear Mr. Lestrange, I would like to hear your opinion."

This joking question caused Kevin Lestrange's expression, which he had been trying hard to maintain, to fluctuate for a few seconds.

But he quickly suppressed the corners of his mouth, still with a stern face, and spoke coldly.

"According to the organization's rules, the crime of offense is the number one unforgivable crime when he made that move."

"His life should have ended, but the lives of everyone in the organization, including me, can only obey your orders."

"So the right to decide his fate is always in your hands."