Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

A good script is always full of twists and turns to attract attention, and Carl is certainly very aware of this.

So when the plot reaches this small climax, the chess pieces that have been hidden for a long time finally have their time to play a role.

Just as he finished his passionate speech, Mr. Leonard took his life with a magic potion.

The two rookie Aurors who had used dark magic to turn into puppets suddenly appeared on the platform behind Carl without anyone noticing.

Without any conversation or greeting, the two men jumped down from a high place, pointed their wands at Carl's back and shouted loudly.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two green rays filled with the breath of death flew straight towards Carl's back. Cedric, who was defending the intersection, shouted with horror on his face.

"careful!!!!"

Such hysterical shouting could not slow down the flying speed of the two magical rays.

It was about to hit Carl's back, and everyone was completely at a loss, stunned by this sudden change.

A dark blue wall of fire suddenly rose up behind Carl, and the spring fire completely swallowed up the two green rays.

It also completely illuminated the dim underground tomb, and the faint blue light shone on everyone's face. The deepest fear in their hearts also appeared in their pupils.

"Lihuo!!!"

"The blue Fiendfyre, she is indeed Grindelwald's heir."

The high-ranking officials had already been frightened and were controlled by many saints because of the two rookie Aurors.

At this moment, they could only huddle together shivering, looking at the flames rising into the sky under their feet. A familiar pale figure said tremblingly.

Gerald Leroy, the Financial Secretary, was in a very bad state at the moment. The puddle of water under his feet reflected his inner fear.

The whole person seemed to have a sudden mental attack, wetting his pants and talking nonsense.

"We are all going to die. The dark blue flames will burn every one of us to ashes. I have already said that we should surrender."

"Resistance is futile. Now not only the French magic world, but the entire Paris will wail under the burning of the Fiendfyre."

While he was screaming and babbling, Carl, in the center of the stage, was preparing to complete the final scene with the somewhat frightened French Minister of Magic in front of him.

A wall of fire also rose up in the open space between the two people. Through the translucent blue flame, Carl spoke first.

He pretended to be filled with grief and indignation, and stared at Mr. Raymond.

"Dear sir, why did you go to such great lengths to plan all this? Do you think you can do it with such a simple trick?"

"You can defeat Grindelwald. You think you can just kill me and go back to your cowardly life."

"I can tell you clearly that no matter whether I appear or not, no matter whether my life continues or dies."

"This revolution will never stop until it is completely victorious."

Hearing this, Mr. Raymond quickly understood what the girl meant and realized what role she wanted him to play.

He did not have a moment to feel sorry for the two rookie Aurors and immediately followed the other party's words.

Pretend to be a righteous man who is ready to fight to the death as his plan has been discovered.

He raised his wand again and pointed it at Carl, shaking his head with a helpless smile on his face.

"Even if there is only a 1% chance, I must try, even if it costs my life and the lives of all my subordinates."

"I also have to defend the dignity and honor of the French Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, I thought the situation was too simple."

"We are no match for you, but don't be too happy too soon. One day justice will defeat evil."

"You will inevitably meet with the same utter failure as your grandfather."

After saying this, Mr. Raymond raised his wand and stood facing Carl across a wall of fire.

The situation of confrontation between two heroes that Carl wanted to create was finally achieved perfectly at this moment. Of course, he knew that this plot was very cliché.

But sometimes, the reason why classics are classics is that in different eras, there are still countless audiences who are willing to pay for such plots.

Not to mention, the reporters standing on various high platforms were so exhausted from pressing the shutter buttons that their fingers were almost leaving afterimages.

Even those executives who were usually extremely useless couldn't help but feel awe for Mr. Raymond when they looked at the scene below them.

But if the other party doesn't take them with him, that would be even better. Maybe they can even attend the old man's funeral.

But now, facing those aggressive saints, after a second of being moved and awed.

All of them, without any prior agreement, chose to kneel down in front of the saints and beg them to let them go.

What bullshit honor and dignity, what bullshit heroism and being recorded in history? If you can’t survive, you won’t enjoy anything.

Back at the center of the stage, after getting the lines he wanted, Carl continued his performance.

He slowly closed his eyes with a complicated expression, as if he was thinking about something painful, after a short half-minute wait.

He slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile on his face.

"Kyle Raymond, it seems that the spirit of chivalry in France has not been completely lost. I express my respect to you, sir."

"Don't worry I won't do anything to you, just like I promised before, all the French Ministry of Magic officials who came here."

"No one will be harmed, but those who break the agreement must be punished accordingly."

After that, the two rookie Aurors were disarmed and captured alive on the west platform facing the group of French Ministry of Magic officials.

Being pushed to the edge of the platform by several saints, Carl turned around and asked in a very high voice with his arms open.

"I hereby declare to everyone that from now on, the Saints will never initiate violence in any of their activities."

"But any acts of violence against the organization will also be met with severe retaliation."

"But today the situation is different, Mr. Raymond, I would like to ask about the laws of the French wizarding world."

"A serving Auror, without the authorization of the Parliament, uses the Unforgivable Curse on a suspect, and if the suspect legitimately counterattacks and causes death."

"Do people who fight back need to take responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, a painful expression immediately appeared on Mr. Raymond's face, as if he was making some painful decision in his heart.

After a suitable silence, he suddenly burst into a loud roar.

"My moral character requires me to tell the truth, so the answer I gave was no, but they were the ones who sent me the assignment."

"According to the internal regulations of the Ministry of Magic, this matter should be handled by me instead of..."

Mr. Raymond stretched out his right hand, and like all tragic movie scenes, he could not successfully retain the thing he wanted to retain.

Before he could finish his words, the blue flames burned the two rookie Aurors to ashes.

The flames rising into the sky illuminated that beautiful face, and the slightly moving lips seemed to be speaking.

"You're too slow, sir!!!"