There are twelve leaders in the organization. Jack, you know why I called you here today.
I don't, President.
Because I see you as my successor.
Hogwarts. We all came from there. Back in the day, the school produced countless outstanding graduates. They all wanted to make a name for themselves, relying on White Magic and Dark Magic, not intelligence.
Things are different now. Business takes brains, and so does managing a magical organization.
There's only so long you can get away with fighting and killing.
You used to wear robes and wave a wand, cutting an imposing figure.
Now you wear a suit and tie, looking respectable. That's what you call progress.
Jack, keep a low profile when handling the organization's affairs, but be more conspicuous when it comes to making money. Above all, get to know more wealthy Muggles and senior government officials. It'll do you good.
"I understand, President. Could you please stay?"
I don't belong in this world, after all. A battle with Voldemort is inevitable, and it will break out at Hogwarts. I've already set up a Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle and a Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation based on the school's terrain. There won't be any problems.
So, as long as we of the Red Star are here, Harry will be safe. Hogwarts will be safe too. That's what I promised Professor Dumbledore.
It's a very interesting book, why doesn't anyone read it?