Chapter 378 The quarrel between the two red sticks
"That is to say, the current situation is not optimistic. Even Dumbledore's successor has caused a lot of trouble in the British wizarding world."
"The European wizarding world, however, was like stagnant water, with no reaction at all. Some people kept claiming that they were the inheritors of Grindelwald's ideas."
"But in reality, apart from using it as a slogan during election campaigns, there is actually no action."
The people who were speaking were all relatively young, and their seats were relatively far back at the long conference table. They were considered marginal figures in the entire organization.
The several older middle-aged men who sat near Carl's seat had gloomy expressions on their faces, and did not show any agreement or opposition to such remarks.
At this moment, these people still want to sit back and wait, remain neutral and observe the situation.
Carl could only take the third step of a children's quarrel and continue to add fuel to the fire, escalating the verbal conflict into real verbal abuse.
So he spoke casually.
"Such criticism is obviously inappropriate, and I still believe in the organization my grandfather left me."
"And the ability to live and fight, especially among wizards who followed in my grandfather's footsteps."
"I still believe that they have not betrayed their ideals and are willing to make sacrifices for the greater good."
On the surface, Carl's words were meant to excuse these old guys, while also giving them a way out to start over.
But it is obvious that time is the greatest magic. After more than half a century, the name Grindelwald has no deterrent effect.
These noble pure-blood family patriarchs remained silent, like portraits carved out of wood.
He sat upright in his seat, showing no intention of speaking.
Seeing this, Karl stopped talking and just closed his eyes silently. Mrs. Joseph beside him immediately got the signal.
With her right hand wearing a white lace glove, she elegantly picked up the antique porcelain teacup in front of her and began to enjoy the fragrant black tea.
The young wizard representatives immediately began to speak sharply.
"Dear young master, there is absolutely no need for you to defend these maggots that are willing to stay in the rotten trees and rot along with the trees."
"They don't deserve to be forgiven at all. They are all in high positions, and their families have long histories and loud slogans."
"But in reality it was just a bunch of cowards and incompetents who set fire to Berlin."
"Even if it lit up the night sky of Berlin, it couldn't ignite the courage that had long been exhausted in these guys' hearts."
"They are simply a group of..."
At the end, a young man in his early 30s, handsome with oriental features on his face, spoke up.
He stretched out a finger, pushed the frameless glasses on his nose, and said bluntly.
"Traitors, a bunch of cowardly cowards who betrayed their ideals."
"How dare you! Leon Wang, don't think that just because you are an international Auror from the French Ministry of Magic, you can talk nonsense in a meeting like this."
"You are just one of the security guards for this meeting. You are not qualified to express your opinion at all."
"That is, we acknowledge that you have done a lot for the organization, but everyone here has made a huge contribution to the organization."
"My grandfather once served under Grindelwald, and issued a letter to..."
"Shut up, you!!"
The final summary of this young man named Leon Wang was so heartbreaking that it directly broke the defense of the old guys present.
One by one, they jumped out and began to madly accuse the young man in front of them, but he was not afraid at all and directly interrupted the speech of one of them.
He crossed his arms and stared at the old guys expressionlessly.
"Turning around, is it day or night outside now, or is it the same time period as your grandfather?"
“You admit that I have done a lot for the organization, but sometimes I only feel that I have done a lot for the organization.”
"Is it for the greater good, or for the shameful desires in the hearts of some of you present here?"
"you......."
These words completely broke the defense of the two old guys who jumped out, and their faces turned from white to red and then from red to purple.
It looked like a cerebral hemorrhage.
Carl, who had been resting with his eyes closed, couldn't help but look at Mrs. Joseph beside him when he saw the young man's strong fighting ability.
And this elegant wife, who was now holding a teacup and looking at Karl, the signature fake smile on her face was replaced by a smug smile.
"It's true that a good teacher produces good students." As soon as Carl saw the smug smile, he instantly understood what was going on.
I sighed in my heart, and at the same time, I felt a little scared. This woman who made me embarrassed and helpless was indeed very resourceful.
If I had been hasty in negotiating with the other party before, my situation today would definitely be very embarrassing.
At the same time, Leon Wang, who is at the end, is still outputting.
This person looks like Professor Snape, with less greasy hair, younger and more handsome.
Those old guys of Yin and Yang with expressionless faces.
"If you are cowardly inside, you will be afraid of others who are brave and dare to sacrifice everything for noble beliefs."
"You must do whatever you can to sabotage, because the existence of those noble people only highlights your hypocrisy and incompetence."
"I did make a wrong point just now. You can't be considered maggots in a rotten tree."
"Because the rotten wood and the stinking water can at least be used to irrigate the land and grow vegetables and fruits."
"You are just stagnant water plus harmful chemicals. In addition to breeding some flies with strong drug resistance, you can only feed mosquitoes."
The offensive power of this sentence was extremely high, and it directly made the two old guys who looked like they had cerebral congestion look like they were about to have a stroke.
Looking at the two old guys in gorgeous clothes, pointing their fingers at each other and trembling there.
Besides finding it funny, Carl knew it was time for you to speak again.
But just as he sat up straight and was about to speak.
A dull and majestic voice sounded beside his right hand.
"Okay youngsters, there's no need to be so aggressive. I know there are a lot of you out there."
"There is a lot of dissatisfaction with the way we old people do things slowly."
"But what I want to tell you is that sometimes it's better to walk slower than to run too fast and fall to the ground."
"How can you be so sure? We didn't follow the lady's orders and complete the tasks she assigned us."
