Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Looking at the red folder in front of me with a cover made of exquisite calfskin and gold-plated fonts.

Professor Quirrell only felt his throat tighten, while Voldemort behind him only felt his scalp tingling.

The two people looked at William through a pair of eyes, one as if seeing a long-lost relative, and the other as if seeing a bewitching demon.

At this point, Voldemort couldn't care less. He had a deep premonition that once he parasitized this piece of trash.

If I open that folder, I definitely won't be able to take away a single gold Galleon today, and I might even have to pay a little.

But just when he was about to use magic to forcibly take away control of Professor Quirrell's body, an accident happened.

He was unable to use his magic. It seemed that his magic was sealed by some force, through Professor Quirrell's eyes.

Voldemort looked around in horror, and finally fixed his eyes on the cup of steaming hot cocoa.

There must be some kind of magic-sealing potion in that cup of hot cocoa, and he wanted to remind Professor Quirrell to leave quickly.

But he found that he could no longer use magic to communicate with the other person in his mind.

I could only watch helplessly as this fool was bewitched by the other party's words and opened the plan.

The content of the plan is very detailed, covering everything from decoration and dressing to housing needs, personal image packaging, and even cosmetic products.

The entire plan was made to be extremely luxurious. The fonts used for printing were all Gothic, and the pigments mixed with gold powder made it look golden and sparkling.

Even the paper used for printing is mulberry paper imported from Romania. As it is turned over, it always has a special fragrance.

Professor Quirrell was completely frozen in place; he had never enjoyed such service before.

William on the side tried his best to recommend it to the other party.

"Our plan is all-encompassing, and we strive to create it only for the most successful and cutting-edge people in the British wizarding world."

"It not only includes a wealth of financial planning, but also the creation of a personal image, from small aspects, such as hairstyle, clothing and the purchase of small accessories."

"In terms of big things, it includes the customization of flying brooms for traveling, travel planning arrangements for vacations, and the selection of houses of all sizes. It really has everything you need."

"In the entire British wizarding world, only outstanding and successful people like you are worthy of such top-notch service."

"And you don't have to worry about after-sales issues. Once you sign, we will provide you with a one-on-one private manager."

"If you don't mind, I can take on this responsibility. You can come to me at any time to ask questions about the contract and other matters."

As William's explanation deepened, the plan gradually turned to the back, with various pictures of handsome custom-made wizard robes for men.

Beachfront holiday villas, magical adventures in places like the Sahara Desert in Egypt, and a lucrative return on investment.

It really has everything, even the arrangements for funeral arrangements after death are included.

William also specifically introduced this point.

"When every participant in our successful person program dies, we will immediately contact all well-known newspapers in the UK and the European wizarding world."

"Publish a professionally written obituary and arrange a spectacular funeral, all in the style of your choice."

"Whether it's a traditional wizarding funeral, meaning a funeral in the Muggle world, you can experience it, a happy funeral in sub-Saharan Africa."

"You can choose between the Polish Slavic Orthodox rite, the Bavarian Protestant model, or the French Catholic model."

"And our service is lifelong. After you die, no matter if you have descendants or relatives, when the anniversary of your death comes."

"We will also publish it in the newspaper as soon as possible and arrange for someone to go to your tombstone to pray in silence."

Professor Quirrell was deeply moved by these heartfelt and touching words.

Voldemort, in the back of his head, agreed, looking at the funeral recommendations.

Today was the only time he agreed with the project being promoted by the young man named William.

"Hurry up, hold a funeral and send this damn thing back to where it belongs."

"This piece of trash shouldn't be alive in this world. Its existence is the greatest insult to the wizarding community."

Voldemort was madly complaining about Professor Quirrell in his mind.

Professor Quirrell was deeply attracted by the photos in the plan and the future scenes that William had described for him.

He said excitedly without even thinking about it or trying to establish a connection with Voldemort.

"Thank you so much, Mr. William. You are the only friend I have in the entire British wizarding world after what happened."

"Really, thank you so much."

Professor Quirrell couldn't help but shed tears when the emotion reached his peak, and William seemed to be very cooperative with him.

He slowly stood up, walked to Professor Quirrell's side, patted him on the back, and spoke with an emotional look.

"Thank you for your trust. To tell you the truth, I have only been working in this bank for two weeks."

"But I don't have any sales results because I just can't bear to deceive those innocent people with lies. You know, I am an honest person."

"That's why..."

Words no longer mattered, and at this moment, Professor Quirrell was completely unaware that the young man in front of him was comforting him.

For some reason, he slapped himself on the back of the head. Now, all he wanted was to help his friend.

So he interrupted immediately.

"Stop talking. Please prepare the contract immediately. I want to sign it now. My friend, I will always believe in you."

Hearing this, William wiped the "touched" tears from the corners of his eyes and tried his best to control, oh no, to force out an awkward smile.

He dug out a piece of parchment from the filing cabinet nearby and spread it out in front of Professor Quirrell.

And when the other party was about to sign without hesitation, he grabbed the other party's wrist and spoke quite emotionally.

"Any investment has risks. I have to warn you about this. Please think carefully before making a decision."

"What are you talking about?" Professor Quirrell struggled to break free in dissatisfaction. The other party grabbed his hand and signed his name on the parchment without hesitation.

Because the nature of this contract was very important, after signing his name, Professor Quirrell used a knife beside him to cut his thumb.

Drop a drop of blood on the name you signed.

At the moment when the drop of blood fell on the parchment, Voldemort, who had been slapped hard, felt that his soul seemed to be bound by something.

This uneasy feeling lingered in his heart until he and that loser were escorted out of the bank by that guy named William.

It still lingers in his mind.

After seeing Professor Quirrell off, William returned to his office, took out his wand, waved it lightly, and his appearance changed immediately.

The young man with a wretched figure before immediately turned into a spirited boss.

Karl put his legs on the desk and snapped his fingers lightly, revealing the white walls surrounding the office.

It immediately became transparent. A large group of young people in uniforms surrounded it, trying hard to hold back their laughter and taking notes.

Karl stood directly on the desk, opened his arms and shouted loudly.

"The demonstration is over, ladies and gentlemen, now follow me and get to work, everyone who comes into this building."

"Every penny in their pockets goes into our pockets, so we can run faster."

Carl's words immediately caused applause, but the people around him only applauded for a short while and then went back to their work.

He also slowly sat back in his seat, looked outside the office door, crossed his arms and smiled.

"Well, the show is over, it's your turn, Professor Snape."