Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"It seems that you are not very satisfied with my arrangement, Mr. Malfoy."

Karl said lightly, and the hand that was handing over the wine glass stopped in mid-air. There was still a smile on his face, but there was a hint of anger and coldness in his beautiful blue eyes.

Seeing this, Lucius immediately realized that he had just said something stupid and quickly waved his hand to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hohenzollern, I don't think so. I just have some doubts in my heart, and I don't mean anything else."

When he said this, Lucius' tone was extremely humble, and he did not sound noble at all.

It wasn't because he was a masochist, but he was really scared in his heart. This had to do with his first meeting with Carl.

At that time, I just went to North London to buy some things that were not presentable, but I ended up walking on the Muggle street.

I was kidnapped for no apparent reason, and I clearly remembered that my magic seemed to be completely ineffective.

The noble lady standing next to Carl had magic skills that he had only seen in one person, and that was Voldemort.

He was then taken to an abandoned factory in the suburbs of London. Karl met him with a smile, and the first sentence he said was.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, it's a great honor. My name is Karl Hohenzollern and I will soon be going to the British wizarding world to serve my sentence or go to school."

"Before this, I had a great idea to make money, but I had no background, so I hoped to find a qualified partner."

"You are very honored to be chosen by me, so you are kidnapped. Now please answer me, are you willing to cooperate with me?"

I still remember that he hesitated for a few seconds because he had never seen such a scene before.

Karl immediately put on a regretful expression and said with a sigh.

"It seems that you still haven't asked the situation clearly. In this case, according to the industry rules of the kidnapping industry, you have seen my true face."

"So I cannot leave your name behind. I will just let you continue to shine for the British Empire in the sea."

As soon as he finished speaking, the confused Lucius was thrown into a huge gasoline barrel by the rude man in black.

The mixer at the side poured high-standard corrosion-resistant cement mixed with various mud, sand and stones directly into the gasoline barrel.

If Lucius hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been at a dock in London, quietly serving as a concrete pillar.

Therefore, he knew better than anyone else in the British wizarding world about this angelic and handsome boy who always had a smile on his face.

His methods are not much better than Voldemort's before, or rather, his methods are more terrifying and more advanced.

He can make other people willingly give all their wealth to him without any complaints.

Thinking back on this now, he felt his hair stand on end, but fortunately, Carl didn't seem to blame him.

He still had a smile on his face, and just placed his glass of wine on the seat where he had sat before.

He looked at himself and said slowly.

"Don't be nervous. I don't mean to blame you. It's just that I generally hope that my partners or subordinates will be more cautious."

"You can try to understand the meaning of what I say as spontaneously as possible, instead of requiring me to explain every sentence, but now I am under your roof after all."

"I'd like to explain it to you."

After saying that, Karl took a sip of the wine in the glass, moistened his throat, then sat back in his seat, crossed his legs and said calmly.

"The reason is not that complicated. It's just that this plan requires a higher level of professionalism. I think based on the current comparison."

"Mr. Renault is obviously more suitable than you, and going to the Ministry of Magic does not mean that you are out of our organization."

"You will get the same amount of profit as you deserve. I just ask you to open your brain and think carefully."

"If it's just about making money, why would we go through all this trouble, whether in the Muggle world or anywhere else."

“A society mainly consists of people. When capital accumulates to a certain level, the purpose of capital cannot be limited to the growth of capital.”

“Capital will inevitably seek to expand its power.”

Having said that, Carl did not continue speaking. He paused there deliberately, as if waiting for Lucius's answer.

Lucius quickly understood the meaning and spoke quickly.

"I understand. You want me to enter the British Ministry of Magic and use money as a tool to corrupt or win over some knowledgeable people."

"Let them provide honest and necessary convenience in our future actions, compared to Mr. Renault's expertise."

"I think I have an advantage in communicating with people, and I will do my best to accomplish your goal."

"Smart, you are indeed very smart." Hearing this answer, Carl's smile deepened, and he picked up the glass of wine that had been placed on Lucius's seat.

He stood up again and handed it to the other party. Lucius was also very tactful and took the glass of wine without too much talk.

Mr. Renault also stood up at this time and picked up the drink in front of him.

The three of them raised their glasses together, and with a crisp sound, the glasses clinked together tightly.

As the leader, Carl also spoke first.

"I wish you success. Let us lead the British wizarding world into the next era."

"I wish us success!" Lucius hurried to follow.

Mr. Reynolds followed suit, or maybe there was something odd about his toast.

He still spoke slowly with a serious expression.

"For a new era, for the greater good!!!"

Just like that, after three glasses of sherry, this meeting on the economic future of the British wizarding world came to an abrupt end.

Carl was very happy and prepared to leave for lunch, but just before leaving, he seemed to remember something.

He pulled Lucius, who was leading the way, and said indifferently.

"Oh, by the way, after entering the British Ministry of Magic, your main focus will be on winning over the members of the Wizengamot Parliament."

"Wizengamot?" Lucius asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled.

"That is the criminal court of the British wizarding world. Our plan can only be considered a financial crime at best. Logically speaking, there should be no need for the Wizengamot to judge us."

"Of course." Carl said bluntly, "The laws of the British wizarding world and the regulations on the financial industry are at least 100 years behind those of the Muggle world."

"No matter how excessive we are, the most we will get is a fine, but that's why I asked you to do this."

"Because I must go there before the summer vacation to stand trial for murder or something like that."

Lucius was shocked, and even Mr. Renault stopped, both of them staring at Carl.

Carl, however, was as indifferent as ever, patting Lucius on the shoulder and saying.

"Don't be so surprised. I won't attack innocent people. I'm not that cruel or perverted."

"It's just killing someone you're familiar with, and bringing a little crisis to this magical world."

"After all, we can't let those bastards in the Ministry of Magic sit idle all day long. Otherwise, how will they spare time for those who cook the accounts?"

"Then who is he?" Lucius was still a little worried. After all, his beloved son was still studying at Hogwarts.

According to Karl, this is going to be a big move.

Feeling the other person's concern as a father, Carl patted the other person's shoulder and comforted him.

"It's okay, it's just Voldemort. Let's go eat first. As a Hufflepuff, I don't allow myself to be hungry."