Chapter 369 That Familiar Feeling
After listening to Mrs. Joseph's impassioned speech, Karl couldn't help being stunned.
This was the first time he heard someone other than himself in the wizarding world come up with such a political agenda.
Still a little excited, he thought about it carefully and then spoke in a cool tone.
"If I heard correctly, it should be the famous Charles de Gaulle Doctrine, but not the French version, but the wizarding world version."
"I am happy to hear someone say such insightful words, but considering the current situation."
"If I declare that what you just said will serve as the political program for our Saints' organization's future work."
"It is very likely that the Saints will split tomorrow. You must know that this organization has been a completely violent organization since its inception."
"They don't appreciate this kind of slightly compromising political platform."
"Not to mention the existence of Dumbledore's successor. At this moment, many wizards may only be able to fight."
"Of course what you said makes sense." Mrs. Joseph smiled and looked at the girl in front of her calmly.
“But it’s not really a big problem.”
“Not a big problem?” Karl sneered, “My dear lady, do you want to listen to what you just said.”
"This is a matter of life and death for the Saints, but it's not a big deal in your mouth."
"It's a bit too optimistic."
"I'm not saying this to deny the importance of this matter, but I just want to emphasize that the situation may not be as bad as you think."
Mrs. Joseph smiled, stood up, found the open wall again, and rummaged through the pile of documents inside.
Soon he walked up to Karl with a pile of reports and threw the papers on the small table in front of the two of them.
"This is the intelligence that the Lestrange family has been collecting over the years about the pure-blood families in Europe."
"It contains very detailed data that proves that times have changed. It is no longer half a century ago."
"There aren't many wizards left willing to sacrifice their lives for the greater good."
"Many pure-blood families act tough and prominent at various gatherings, most likely just for political show."
"It is only to exert a certain amount of political pressure on the local Ministry of Magic and thus gain bargaining chips."
"Look here." Madam Joseph took out a statistical report on magical crimes in major European countries.
There are clear broken lines and bar graphs above, indicating the number of serious illegal and violent crimes that have occurred in major European countries in the past 10 years.
"According to this line graph, we can clearly see that magical violent crime is showing a clear downward trend."
"Especially in the past 10 years, the downward trend has become more and more obvious, with the annual decline exceeding 15%, and even exceeding 20% in some years."
"And this." Mrs. Joseph took out another report on the types of magical violent crimes and the beliefs of the people.
"And through this report we can see that there are still some violent crimes involving the use of magic."
"But the main groups and categories are no longer the organized...revolutionary groups of the past."
When she said this, Mrs. Joseph paused for a few seconds, and finally chose to use this word to describe the Saints organization.
"80% of the cases are basically due to financial disputes, and some are perverts who study black magic."
"Violent crimes stemming from political struggles have basically disappeared, and those people are shouting very loudly in front of you."
"But in reality, they are more reluctant to shed blood than anyone else."
Looking at the documents covering the table, Carl suddenly felt dazed. These documents were obtained through careful logical reasoning and numerous data reports.
The method of drawing conclusions after professional analysis seems so familiar.
He couldn't help but look at the profile of the person in front of him, and suddenly couldn't help but smile. It was true that like mother, like son.
On the other side, Mrs. Joseph, who was working, was still expressing her views based on the data.
She said with a calm face and a firm tone.
"Based on these data, I can responsibly assure you that what I have just said is absolutely feasible."
"Besides, politics itself is a game of compromise. We can say one thing and do another, just like those old guys are doing now."
"And I can assure you that if you are really willing to implement this plan, those guys might actually start to support you."
After stating her point of view, Mrs. Joseph raised her head proudly, like a cat waiting for praise from her owner.
Looking at the proud wife in front of him, Carl's feeling of déjà vu became even stronger.
They are exactly the same, except that the person in front of him has a more eccentric personality, a bit like his wild father, capricious and unpredictable.
His own cat, on the other hand, seems much more reserved, which may have something to do with his father, who looks strong but is actually gentle and cowardly.
If you think about it carefully, this family is really weird.
Of course, Carl couldn't reward the wife in front of him the same way he rewarded Kevin Lestrange, and he had a very strong feeling in his heart.
If I reward her by patting her head, she will definitely hold me in her arms and ravage me severely.
So Karl ignored the longing look in Mrs. Joseph’s eyes, turned his head and raised his head proudly and said.
"Your proposal is very good and your analysis is very professional. I can accept this point of view with some difficulty."
"But before we fully implement it, I need to ask you one more question about Dumbledore's heir."
"You know, in the minds of many people in the Saints, I have become the Dumbledore and Grindelwald of the new era."
"People want to see this simple binary opposition, which means that we must oppose the methods being implemented by the other side, whether they are right or wrong."
"In this case, how should we face this heir of Dumbledore?"
"Hmph!!" Mrs. Joseph, who did not receive the reward, immediately showed an unhappy expression on her face.
The extremely professional and capable female politician just now disappeared in an instant and turned back into a pouting and sulking girl.
Seeing this, Karl felt his eyes twitching wildly. They were exactly the same, even their tempers were exactly the same.
After staying here for a full minute, the other party still refused to speak.
Carl could only sigh silently, then stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the head of the lady who was old enough to be his mother.
Then in an instant the whole person was embraced by the other person, and his face was rubbed wildly.
Like a frightened kitten, Carl desperately pushed the other person with his hands, and after a fierce struggle, he finally got free.
On the other side, Mrs. Joseph, who was already very happy, said happily.
"It's simple. We should cooperate with Dumbledore's successor."
