Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Why didn't I say it earlier?" A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Raymond's face.

The body that seemed like a zombie before seemed to be activated by some special power.

It was like the eye of a pool of stagnant water, or as if someone had suddenly thrown a nuclear bomb into it. After the violent explosion, huge waves formed.

His body, reactivated by anger, showed flexibility and strength far beyond his age.

He pushed the guy to the ground, grabbed his neck with both hands and shouted

"Fuck you, Gerald Leroy, you're liable to deduct the wages of other Ministry employees."

"You indulge in alcohol and sex all day long, why are you so obedient all of a sudden? Why do you choose to do this matter?"

"You can carry out the stupid idea in your mind without compromise."

"You stinky bastard whose brain has been eaten by zombies, how could I have a subordinate as stupid as you?"

"Gently, gently, I can't breathe."

Mr. Leroy, who was pinned to the ground, struggled desperately, slapping his hands against the hands that were pinching his neck.

But it was obvious that his plea for mercy had no effect. Instead, it made Mr. Raymond even more angry, and the force of his two hands became even greater.

Seeing that his colleague had been pinched by his leader and started to roll his eyes, he looked like he was about to die at any time.

The others who had been watching the fun did not dare to continue watching. A group of high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic completely forgot their identities as wizards.

No one took out their wands and used magic to separate the two people. Instead, they split into two groups and hugged each other's waists and legs.

It took nearly a minute of struggle to separate the two men. During this process, Mr. Leroy foamed at the mouth and passed out due to the pulling.

He finally woke up after someone sprayed him with cold water three times.

When Mr. Leroy woke up and opened his eyes, he saw Mr. Raymond, who was threatening to pounce on him even though he was being held by a dozen people.

He was almost frightened to death and crawled backwards.

It was not until he crawled to the front door that he explained with a look of horror on his face.

"Don't be angry sir, I really don't know, you were just drunken that day, and you changed your mind the next day."

"I didn't start implementing the plan right away. I did it after careful observation and after I had sufficient evidence."

"We waited for half a year before we started implementing the plan."

“A thoughtful observation!!”

"We have sufficient evidence!!"

"What the hell are you talking about!!"

Hearing this, Mr. Raymond was really about to go crazy because his hands and body were controlled by everyone.

So he could only express his anger by throwing one of his shoes hard every time he spoke.

Mr. Leroy, who was hiding at the gate, was very agile at this moment and directly caught the two shoes thrown by the other party.

Holding the two shoes in his arms, he said with a look of grievance on his face.

"It's true, sir. I really didn't lie to you. All your actions over the past four years have proven the point I made before."

"You have been preparing to surrender, so why are you so angry when the moment of surrender comes?"

"You're kidding! How could I have been preparing for surrender during my entire term?"

Mr. Raymond roared hysterically. There was actually a reason for his anger, but it was not easy to express.

As the French Minister of Magic who had been in office for more than 10 years, he knew better than anyone how useless the people under his command were.

So at the meeting, when someone proposed the idea of ​​surrender, he did not resist much and even acquiesced.

But this is all based on one premise, that is, one's choice to surrender must be a conclusion reached through normal democratic procedures.

I was forced to abide by the principle of minority obeying the majority and made this humiliating and difficult decision.

That's why he sent his secretary and two rookie Aurors to carry out such a mission with no chance of survival.

The purpose is to have a reason to make amends for yourself after the whole thing is over.

In a word, you must surrender, but you must not take the blame yourself.

But the bastard in front of him told him that the so-called decision to surrender was not a conclusion reached through democratic procedures at all.

Instead, it was the result of political collusion. There was a mysterious surrender faction that had been hiding in the French Ministry of Magic.

They were deeply embedded in every aspect of the organization and were ready to betray the entire European wizarding world from the very beginning.

This is unacceptable. Once the situation becomes like this and is discovered, my political career will be completely over.

What's even more terrifying is that the leader of that organization inexplicably turned out to be himself, the Minister of Magic who had been preparing for surrender throughout his entire term.

If the International Confederation of Wizards knew about this, I would 100% be sentenced to death.

When he thought of this, Mr. Raymond felt his neck itching, as if the rope of the gallows was already around his neck.

On the other side, Mr. Leroy, who was being criticized, also came to his senses and put the two shoes in his arms aside.

He looked at the mad leader in front of him with a scrutinizing look, put away his smile and spoke seriously.

"Minister, you cannot deny it. Everything you have done during your tenure has indeed been a preparation for surrender."

Having said that, before Mr. Raymond could refute, the guy suddenly remembered that he was a wizard, took out his wand and waved it gently.

The side door of the database library next to the conference room opened immediately, and countless parchments covered with text flew in front of everyone in an orderly queue.

Mr. Leroy pointed his wand at the parchments and said.

"I don't care about other departments. After all, I dare not make any rash judgments if they haven't been through my hands. Let's just talk about the Financial Secretary, who is in charge of me."

"During these four years, we have mainly done three major things. The first is to reduce the basic benefits of the Auror Force."

"Even during this process, the International Confederation of Wizards warned many times that there were signs of the reappearance of many saints' activities on the European continent."

"I took those reports to you for questioning, and you clearly asked me to cut the overall welfare of the Auror Force by 70% within four years."

“Here are the minutes of your closed-door meeting at that time.”

Mr. Leroy waved his wand gently, and a piece of parchment covered with Gothic French floated in front of Mr. Raymond.

He and the group of high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic behind him read all the contents on the parchment, including the most important one.

That wax seal has magical energy.