Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

And just as he was excited, the entire catacomb fell into an eerie silence.

Countless magic spells were ready to be unleashed. The high-ranking officials of the French Ministry of Magic who remained on the eastern platform were all trembling with fear, leaning on each other, not daring to breathe.

Carl on the stage was confused for a moment as he looked at the magic wand aimed at him. He suddenly felt that Mr. Strauss's previous speculation was not entirely correct.

This old guy can indeed be considered smart, but at the same time his mental state is not completely normal.

This old guy has a bit of a histrionic personality in him, and he does get easily carried away under the camera and the gaze of other people.

How can I add drama to myself?

And in the few seconds that Carl was in a daze, you suddenly felt a sense of fear towards Mr. Raymond sitting opposite him.

Seeing this beautiful girl in front of him without moving for more than 10 seconds, he wondered if he had overacted and gone too far in his acting.

After all, the other person's last name is Grindelwald. If the violence in his genes suddenly erupts, then he'd be doomed.

When he thought of this, the hand holding the wand began to tremble uncontrollably.

Looking at the trembling wand, Carl smiled. It seemed that the old guy still knew how to be afraid. So it seemed that the other party only had some histrionic personality and had not developed to the level of mental illness.

At the same time, on the other side, Mr. Raymond was so sad that he could not even cry, and cursed in his heart.

"It's over. After this round of poker, the opponent just flipped the table. Look how scary that smile is."

“It’s chilling just to watch.”

Just like that, when one of them was about to continue the performance, the other one was so scared that his legs became weak and he was about to kneel on the ground.

Just as Mr. Raymond's knees were about to buckle, Carl finally spoke again with a disdainful smile on his face.

"For nearly a thousand years, we have maintained peace. What a ridiculous and sad statement."

"My dear sir, you are already so old, haven't you experienced these changes on the European continent?"

"You watched those Muggles use their scientific power to create tall buildings."

"Use electricity to light them up like candles in the dark, and finally use various steel weapons to blow them into ruins."

"In this process, many of our compatriots have unfortunately passed away, and many of our compatriots have been implicated for no reason and lost their homes and everything they have."

"That's the inevitable price to pay." Mr. Raymond's knee, which was about to bend, suddenly straightened as if it had gained some kind of power.

Like a mantis shrimp swimming in the water, it suddenly jumped up slightly.

The whole person stood straight in front of Karl again and said with a serious face.

"I don't deny that everything you just said is true, but that is the price that must be paid for peace."

“Although I didn’t experience it myself, I have heard my grandfather and my father tell stories about those years on countless nights.”

"It was a tragedy, but it's in the past and it doesn't mean anything. We've made a lot of changes."

"If something like that happens again, we can handle it better."

"Stop joking, sir." Carl's disdainful smile became even stronger, "What you call a response."

"It's just risking a fiscal deficit and spending a lot of money to recruit those Muggle-born wizards."

"They are trapped in various corners of the French wizarding world. They can neither return to the Muggle world they are familiar with."

"I can't find a decent job among the wizarding community. Please allow me to tell you, sir."

"They are not thanking you. Instead, they are the group of people who most hope that changes will occur in the entire wizarding world."

When Mr. Raymond heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, indeed before he came here to talk to the other party.

He had always thought that this beautiful girl who held the title of Grindelwald's heir was either a dark wizard as notorious as his grandfather.

Or he could be an ordinary person who was pushed to the position of leader by this group of saints just because of his surname.

He may have extraordinary magical talent, but he is definitely not a sophisticated and cunning politician.

Ordinary people and even many of their own useless subordinates think that those Muggle wizards who can now receive high subsidies and enjoy a good life without having to work.

I would be grateful to myself for introducing this policy, but that was not the case at all. It was just at the beginning of the year when the vote took place.

Those guys did have some gratitude, but as time went on, the dissatisfaction in their hearts grew stronger.

As for the reason, on the one hand, it stems from people’s greed. Any welfare benefits are only considered as welfare in the first year, and after that they can only be taken for granted.

On the other hand, humans are social animals after all, and they have a natural need to compare themselves with others. After all, relying on relief is not a glorious thing.

In daily communication, it is inevitable that others will gossip about you, not to mention that in the French magical world, pure-blood wizards still make up the majority.

They were already dissatisfied with the welfare bill. After all, the wool comes from the sheep, and this bill has actually harmed their interests.

Therefore, in daily life, it is inevitable to speak ill of those wizards who are of Muggle origin.

Even those who have jobs are no exception, so according to his observations and the data he obtained, that group has become one of the most dissatisfied groups in the entire French magical community.

This girl in front of me is able to draw such an accurate conclusion without any specific data support. She is really amazing.

Then, the role of rationality can be safely handed over to her, and I should play the irrational role that drives the development of the plot.

So after being deliberately silent for more than ten seconds, he seemed to be hit in the vitals and shouted angrily with some defense broken.

"What exactly do you want to say? We have done everything we can. Why are you dissatisfied with the current state of the wizarding world?"

"Why do you have to seek change? What's wrong with you?"

Really smart. Carl gave the other person a thumbs up in his heart, but in reality he put away his smile and said seriously.

"Why do we seek change? We are certainly not suffering from any serious illness. We just know that if a society keeps stagnating, it will be a disaster."

"That's a real disease. Look around you, at what is taught in magic schools, spells that were invented 600 years ago."

"Today's young wizards are still learning, and there are no innovative or extensible inventions. The entire magical world is like an old machine."

"All the parts are completely rusted. Even if you pump lubricating oil into the gaps between every gear, it will still corrode."

"It's of no use. We have to completely dismantle the machine, clean it up, and then reassemble it."

“That’s what we think.”

"careful!!!!"