Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Turn around, I can't see you again." Voldemort said fiercely.

He was really about to collapse. He really wanted to travel back in time and slap himself twice when he was about to possess Professor Quirrell.

Professor Quirrell also heard the collapse in Voldemort's words, and only now did he realize who he had been talking to.

So he quickly turned around and turned his head towards Gringotts.

When Voldemort first saw Gringotts through the turban, he was a little slow to react.

You have to know that as the only bank in the British wizarding world, Gringotts is always bustling with people coming and going on weekdays.

There was a constant stream of people depositing and withdrawing money, but now the entrance of the building was not only deserted, but also completely empty.

Two fairies in uniform stood at the door with their heads hung, looking very listless, and only occasionally looked up.

There was also an extremely resentful look looking across the street.

Following the gaze of the two goblins, Voldemort failed to react for the second time and saw a typical modernist American architectural building.

I don't know when it stood opposite Gringotts Bank, and its British-style decoration was somewhat old compared to Gringotts.

This building is full of modern art, with reflective glass on the exterior and a white reinforced concrete structure.

He looked tough and eye-catching, but what was even more surprising was that there were countless wizards standing in line at the door.

He didn't know what business was being handled until Voldemort reacted and looked up, only to see it on the outer wall of the second floor of the building.

There was a huge gold-plated sign hanging there, which read "The First Savings Bank of the Magical World". The gold-plated words were a little dazzling under the reflection of the sunlight.

"Sir, do you have any business to do?"

Just when Voldemort's eyes were hurt by the large gold-plated words.

A shabby young man, wearing an ill-fitting black suit, walked cautiously behind Professor Quirrell.

He patted Professor Quirrell on the shoulder and said in a flattering manner.

"I see you've been standing here for a while. Do you have any business to attend to? If there's anything you don't understand, I can be your guide."

"We are the first savings bank in the wizarding world. We have just opened for a week. Now we have preferential interest rates for savings or loans."

"Successful people like you should come to us to handle business."

As he spoke, the young man grabbed Professor Quirrell's arm and pulled him towards the bank.

Professor Quirrell, whose arm was held, stood there in a daze for a moment, and then followed the other person towards the building in a daze.

It was Voldemort behind his head who reacted first and immediately used magic to shout in the other person's mind.

"Stop now, don't forget our identity, we can't be exposed."

This roar in his mind finally made Professor Quirrell react.

He spoke hurriedly while trying to break free from the other party's pull.

"No, no, I just plan to go to Gringotts to collect my salary. I have no plans to do any business."

"Please let go, will you please let go?"

Professor Quirrell struggled hard to break free, but the young man didn't seem to want to let go. As he pulled, he spoke with a certain amount of pride.

"Salary. It seems that you either work for the Ministry of Magic or are a professor at Hogwarts. I guess that's correct."

"Don't worry, now the salaries of both the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have been entrusted to us for distribution and preservation."

"So you should come to us even more. We can definitely provide the best service for high-quality customers like you."

Hearing this, Professor Quirrell was a little stunned. He looked blankly at the people queuing around him.

My brain seemed unable to process so much information at once, looking at the various colorful neon signs in Diagon Alley in front of me.

There were crowds of people hawking their wares, billboards full of discounts and offers, and all kinds of strange and bizarre merchandise that had never been seen before.

He suddenly had a feeling that he had been hiding in Hogwarts for three months, and the magical world seemed to have become something he did not recognize.

Just when he couldn't make up his mind.

Voldemort made the decision for him, and he spoke into the other's mind using magic.

"Let's go over there and take a look. We need to understand the current situation."

So Professor Quirrell, like a puppet, allowed the young man in front of him to pull him towards the magnificent building.

Along the way, Professor Quirrell wanted to keep his identity secret, so he pretended to be deep and said nothing.

But the young man was like a chatterbox and kept asking questions.

"You are very talented and intelligent. Where do you work? The Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts?"

"I think it should be Hogwarts. The treatment at Hogwarts is better. The academy has reformed its salary system now."

"Every professor will pay five social insurances and two housing funds. If you apply for a loan, our loan amount can be much higher."

Just like that, he kept asking questions, even though Professor Quirrell said nothing, because there were many terms he didn't understand at all.

But even so. Before reaching the door of the building.

The young man actually guessed Professor Quirrell's true identity through this kind of verbal test.

So the young man instantly became more respectful and said, rubbing his hands.

"So you are the famous Professor Quirrell. Your great achievements have been known to everyone throughout the Christmas period."

"The headlines of the newspapers are all about the mysterious Mr. Hohenzollern and the gossip about our beloved Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Your page has been featured in dozens of pages. You are truly well-known and I have long admired your name."

As he spoke, the young clerk went straight to Professor Quirrell, whose expression was pale and whose heart was about to collapse.

He bypassed the queue and went directly to a small room on the second floor of the bank. He first respectfully pulled out a chair for Professor Quirrell.

Then he poured the other person a cup of hot cocoa. He was so attentive and considerate that if you didn't know him, you would have thought he was Professor Quirrell's son.

This kind of meticulous and thoughtful service was the first time in the past three months that Professor Quirrell felt that someone treated him as a human being.

He couldn't help but feel a little moved, and asked as if possessed by a ghost while sitting in his seat.

"You know my story, why don't you laugh at me? Am I not a ridiculous joke?"

Most people would feel uncomfortable hearing this kind of self-destructive tone, but that employee was obviously not an ordinary person.

After hearing this, he immediately spoke indignantly.

"What kind of talk is that? Only boring people would pay attention to your tragic experience. Normal people with character."

"We should all focus on your efforts and the results you have achieved. We shouldn't point fingers at your selfless contributions."

“It’s not right and it’s not moral.”

Having said this, the employee deliberately paused and looked around, as if to make sure if there was anyone around.

After making sure that there was no one around, he quietly approached Professor Quirrell and spoke in a low voice.

"And I think that you must have been framed by despicable people for what happened to you, and you are the victim."

"I am the victim." Professor Quirrell repeated in a low voice, staring blankly at the young man in front of him. The emotion in his eyes was difficult to describe in words.

It was like a person trapped in darkness suddenly saw a ray of warm light.

The staff member opposite could even guarantee that if he knelt down right now and proposed to this mummy-like professor, the other party would probably agree directly regardless of gender.

The feeling was so strong that Voldemort, who was on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"It's over. This idiot is going to be cheated."