Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

If the scene I saw when I first entered the French Ministry of Magic could be considered a weird meeting.

Mr. Leonard could only describe the scene he saw as a riot of demons.

Compared to the ordinary employees who had just received the news, they were almost forcibly pulled out of their beds.

These senior officials received the news half an hour in advance and were notified one by one by their respective private secretaries.

Not only does it completely lack the decency and quality that Mr. Raymond emphasized that the representatives of the French magical world should have.

What's even more unsightly is that most of the ordinary employees are just dressed weirdly.

Apart from the clothes they wear, every corner of the body of these high-ranking officials reveals lewdness and debauchery.

90% of people have lip marks on their faces that they haven’t had time to wipe off.

Some people had scars on their faces that looked like they were scratched by kittens, but adults knew the difference.

Moreover, the whole conference room was filled with the sweet and greasy smell of the love potion.

This was even with two Aurors holding wands and opening the windows to provide ventilation.

Looking at the scene in front of him, even Mr. Raymond, who had known his subordinates for a long time, couldn't help but look embarrassed and angry, and at the same time felt helpless.

As the middle ground of the entire Western Europe, whether in the Muggle world or in the magical world.

Thanks to its unique geographical advantages, France can always reap the benefits.

This results in a special sense of relaxation throughout France, whether it is wizards or ordinary Muggles.

I only work for two months a year, and spend five of the remaining ten months at this famous beach spot.

The remaining five months were either spent preparing or participating in the strike.

This is almost a daily phenomenon in French Muggle society, and the situation in the corresponding wizarding community is not much better.

There are very few working hours in a year, and most of the time, French wizards either hang out in bars.

Or head to the Netherlands or Italy to enjoy the romance in those famous red-light districts.

It can be said that in the entire French magical world, except for the students of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, almost no one can work steadily for more than 6 months.

This is why, when a sudden situation occurs, the entire French Ministry of Magic appears uneasy and at a loss, just like a stripped girl.

But back to the reality, Mr. Raymond, knowing the reality was already like this, did not teach those ordinary employees a lesson as he had before.

Instead of lecturing the senior officials in front of him, he sat down quietly in his seat.

Then he turned to look at Mr. Leonard who was standing behind him and spoke helplessly.

"If you have anything to say, please speak up quickly, Mr. Leonard. I don't think many of the leaders present are properly prepared for the sudden request for an emergency meeting."

"Hopefully that's not a bad thing."

These self-comforting words made people want to laugh, and almost everyone present complained in their hearts.

"How can it be a good thing? Even if the International Wizarding Conference elects you as the chairman of the presidium of the conference."

"It is impossible to hold an emergency meeting. After all, even the International Confederation of Wizards requires all correspondence to be sent out a week in advance."

"Otherwise, if it happens to be a holiday, the letter will 200% disappear without a trace if the International Confederation of Wizards sends a message to the French Ministry of Magic at this time."

"It would be extremely efficient if the Minister of Magic could receive it before Christmas next year."

But no matter how I complained in my heart, at least my leader gave me a way out.

Everyone present could only pretend to sit in their seats and strike various poses to look serious.

At the same time, they were also a little curious about what was the purpose of rushing them here in such a hurry.

Mr. Leonard watched all this and followed his leader's words, speaking in a nonchalant manner.

"It's really not a bad thing, nor a big deal, but Grindelwald sent an invitation to the French Ministry of Magic."

"It's not a big deal, how can you be so careless and call an emergency meeting in such a hurry?"

Hearing this, Mr. Raymond, who was filled with rage, started cursing without even thinking.

After he opened fire, several other senior officials also joined in reprimanding Mr. Leonard.

"What on earth are you doing at the Secretariat? It's just an invitation from an ordinary person, but you actually asked for an emergency meeting. It's totally unreasonable."

"Do you know how embarrassed I was? I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to Lucy properly."

"That's right. David is still waiting for me at my house. How much will it cost me to coax him after what you did?"

At first, these guys just criticized Mr. Leonard's work, but as they talked, some strange names popped up.

Some of them are his mistresses, but some are harder to comment on. Mr. Leonard can only wish them good health in his heart.

In the face of criticism, Mr. Leonard remained silent and just looked at Mr. Raymond quietly.

Sure enough, in such a noisy environment, only Mr. Raymond reacted. He mechanically turned his head to look at Mr. Leonard.

He asked in a trembling voice, with fear, disbelief and a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"Who did you just say invited the French Ministry of Magic? Please repeat that last name again."

Hearing this, Mr. Leonard smiled meaningfully, took out his wand, put it to his throat, and spoke loudly with magic to amplify the volume.

"Just yesterday, we received a mysterious letter that said it very clearly."

"Gellert Grindelwald's heir, Lady Theodora Grindelwald, cordially invites all heads of the French Ministry of Magic."

"Go to Père Lachaise Cemetery tomorrow to attend a grand ball, and enclose a contract guarantee with the letter."

"On the name of Grindelwald, no one will be harmed during the ball."

As soon as Mr. Leonard finished speaking, the conference hall, which had been as noisy as a parrot farm before, was now as silent as death.

An indescribable despair appeared on the faces of many senior officials, as if they had just heard their personal doctors tell them that they only had one day left to live.

The name Grindelwald is like a mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's chest.

It made these guys have difficulty breathing. After 10 minutes of silence, someone finally spoke.

"What do they want? Did they mention in the letter what they want? Galleons, a castle, or a hidden forbidden magic book?"

"They always have something they want, so as long as their requests are met, you can give them anything."