Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Still as professional and considerate as ever, listening to Kevin Lestrange's response.

Carl just felt refreshed. The opponent's rescue was just right. They used the cruelest means to achieve the most gentle goal.

The bad guys use him and the benefits go to the leaders. He is simply a perfect worker and subordinate.

So Karl said with a smile without any hesitation.

"A very perfect answer, Mr. Lestrange. You are indeed my most capable subordinate. Your answer will be duly rewarded."

"At the same time, because of your answer, this gentleman can be exempted from punishment. He will be taken away from the meeting and will not be required to attend the next meeting."

Hearing Carl's praise, Kevin Lestrange's whole demeanor brightened up several shades.

Although his face was still tense, it was obvious that he had tried his best to maintain his expression.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Looking at this usually arrogant guy, he was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Karl couldn't help laughing first, and his clear and pleasant laughter echoed in the conference room, shocking everyone present.

Maybe Carl didn't know how bright his smile from the heart was.

It was only later, when a saint turned to the meeting report recording this meeting, that he saw only the following description.

That smile was like the rising sun, lighting up the entire palace. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, as charming as a crescent moon.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing her white teeth, like a blooming white lotus. Her smile revealed a hint of playfulness and charm that made people fall in love with her.

The laughter was clear and pleasant, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, or like the sound of nature lingering in the air.

There is an indescribable charm in her laughter that makes people intoxicated and forget the troubles of the world.

It was not until that moment that I felt for the first time that there was no unbridgeable gap between her and me.

She was no longer a light that could only be felt but not touched, but became a lovely girl that could actually be touched.

The adjudicator of the meeting, Kevin Lestrange, recorded the meeting.

However, compared to what Kevin Lestrange was thinking at the moment, Carl only felt a little embarrassed. He quickly restrained his smile and became serious again.

He pointed his finger at the old man who was still howling on the ground and spoke calmly.

"Okay, please take this gentleman out of this meeting room. We have something else to discuss."

Hearing this, Kevin Lestrange came to his senses, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and prepared to carry the old man out of the meeting room.

As a result, as soon as he got started, Carl said with a smile.

"I'm not asking him to leave, but I'm not asking you to leave Mr. Lestrange. You stay and stand beside me."

"Boom!!"

Originally, when he said this, he wanted Kevin Lestrange to use magic to throw that guy out.

There was no need to do it myself or leave the scene, but I didn't expect that as soon as I finished speaking, I heard a loud bang.

The old man who had just been rolling on the ground and howling like a ghost, flew straight towards the open side door like a cannonball.

Then he fell heavily to the floor and fainted, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Then the door was closed considerately.

Seeing this scene, everyone present looked in surprise at Kevin Lestrange who walked to Carl with his head lowered.

He sighed that this boy was really cruel, and only Carl discovered that his cat's face seemed to have a fever.

When I was petting the cat just now, I seemed to have used a little too much strength, causing the cat to have a stress reaction.

That poor old man, the master played the role of the ball of hair that got kicked.

But there was no time to feel sorry for the old man. In order to help his cat cover up the embarrassment, he also wanted to speed up the meeting.

Carl immediately changed the subject, looked at Mr. Strauss, and spoke seriously.

"Okay, Mr. Strauss, let's end this temporary episode here and discuss the next goal of the Saints Organization."

Hearing this, Mr. Strauss quickly turned his gaze away from Kevin Lestrange.

The expression on the face of this old-fashioned and serious German man was only embarrassment at this moment.

He is the kind of person who likes to proceed step by step in everything, and slowly get things done through rigorous calculations and strong logical reasoning.

In his opinion, everything has logic, and completing a task perfectly, like solving a math problem, has a unique beauty of numbers.

But everything that happened today was far beyond the scope of what he could handle with the methods he had used in the past.

At this point, he was no longer able to offer any useful suggestions.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to tell the truth and said respectfully to Carl.

"Dear young master, please forgive my incompetence. I hope you can help me solve my doubts through your answer just now."

"After these unexpected events, I can no longer seem to offer any effective suggestions. I cannot make a satisfactory judgment on the current situation."

"So you may need to solve this problem on your own."

Hearing this, Carl was so happy that his heart burst into blossom. The other party's words basically meant that he had given up the right to make decisions on this meeting.

As long as you can come up with a logical plan, it will basically be approved.

Then the purpose of holding this meeting has been achieved. Although the process is not perfect, the result is the most important.

So he pretended to think for a few seconds, and then spoke deliberately cautiously.

"Why do we have to be the bad guys? Can't Dumbledore's heir be the villain?"

As soon as these words were spoken, expressions of confusion reappeared on the faces of everyone present, and they looked at each other as if they had heard a fairy tale.

And Carl continued to speak in a persuasive manner.

"I would like to ask everyone present to think about a question, which is what Dumbledore's heir is doing now."

"What is the probability that wizards in continental Europe will accept this? The other party wants to embed the entire wizarding community into Muggle society like a gear."

"Turn all wizards into laborers in his factory, and make us sell the magic we have in our hands."

"Become a worker on a Muggle assembly line, producing the magical products he invented, and finally use those products to carry out reverse economic kidnapping of Muggle society."

"Let the entire wizarding community become a class with unique monopoly resources, and exist peacefully in Muggle society."

"What do you think is the probability that ordinary wizards will accept this method?"