Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Old Crouch looked at Carl and did not shake hands with him. Instead, he stared at him for a long time before slowly asking.

"Why did you do this? There was no hatred between you and those two kids. They arrested you just to perform their official duties."

"Why did you go through so much trouble to kill them? In your eyes, are our lives so worthless?"

Faced with direct questioning, Carl did not choose to answer directly, but chose to sit down opposite old Crouch.

He took out a bottle of sherry and two wine glasses from his ring, divided them and handed one of the glasses to the other person.

He was holding another glass of sherry, shaking it and admiring the amber liquid as he spoke with disdain.

"There is no need to try to shirk responsibility for the choices I made in this matter after such extreme sadness."

"But like you, I admit that I did some things to fuel the whole thing."

"But so what? I chose to remain silent and watch the tragedy happen. What about you? Dear Mr. Barty Crouch."

Carl paused for a moment, and looked at the old man opposite him without any guilt, his sapphire eyes sparkling.

"Silence is also a language. Not speaking doesn't mean you have nothing to say. You had a chance to stop this."

"But you make your choice, and when tragedy strikes, all bystanders become accomplices."

"Please allow me to reject your accountability. You and I are both murderers."

Carl's sophistry left old Crouch silent. He could certainly feel that there were loopholes in the words of this young man.

But even such a flawed sophistry still lifted his last fig leaf.

What the other party said was right. I was the head of the delegation at that time, and I could fully represent the top leader on the scene.

Stopping Umbridge from doing evil would also save the lives of the two children.

But he didn't do that. He chose to escape again. The price he paid for doing so last time was his own children and career.

The price of doing so this time is two innocent young lives.

"There's no need to blame yourself. Those emotions afterwards are just a burden."

Karl looked at the silent old man in front of him and said bluntly.

"Instead of sitting here and regretting and making things difficult for yourself, you should just pass the blame on to others, that ugly pink toad and its owner."

"They are the culprits who should be held responsible for this incident, both from a factual and legal perspective."

"Don't forget that the toad has signed the document. Aren't you going to do anything? Or will you choose the same thing as before?"

"Keep silent."

Old Crouch raised his head with difficulty, his red eyes fixed on Carl, his mouth making a constant squeaking sound from the friction of his teeth.

He was really angry now, like a boiler whose pressure had reached its limit and he didn't know where to release the huge energy.

Whether it's the handsome boy in front of him, that damn toad, or Cornelius Fudge.

He wanted to take revenge on these people, but in the current situation, he couldn't touch anyone.

Self-blame and anger mixed together are like high explosives mixed with oxygen, which can explode with just a spark.

Carl was very good at starting fires. He looked at old Crouch in front of him and knew how angry and desperate this old man was in his heart.

I just need to channel this power and let it become a crazy Avenger.

After all, his next plan was something that no madman would have the courage to implement.

"Please make your own choice sir. I, who am sitting in front of you, have many titles in the British wizarding world."

"The most wonderful magician of wealth, the greedy vampire, and the most peculiar student in Hogwarts' hundred years."

"Of course, the most important thing is the devil from the Muggle world. This title is my favorite because devils are trustworthy."

"Only God needs the prayers of mortals, and he never appears. Demons only make deals, fair and just exchanges of equal value."

By the end of his speech, Karl's tone had become very unfriendly, and he no longer even cared about the age difference between him and the other party.

He stood up, lowered his head and looked at the other person, asking with a firm look in his eyes.

"Now, make your choice immediately. Will you choose to remain silent or start revenge?"

After that, Karl placed the other person's glass of wine in front of him again, and placed an invitation letter next to the glass.

"There's no need to worry about it. There are two simple options: drink this glass of wine and cooperate with me, or accept this invitation."

"After that, I will only have a week's holiday, attend the funerals of those two guys, and then go back to the Ministry of Magic to do what I need to do."

"So now, make your choice!!"

Three times is the limit. I heard the boy in front of me say "make a choice" for the third time.

Old Crouch knew very well that this might be his only chance in his life, and the clock on the wall was ticking.

The wine in Carl's glass slowly disappeared, until the last drop of wine was drunk into his stomach.

Without a moment's hesitation, he put the empty wine glass on the table, stood up and prepared to leave.

Before he took a step, he heard the crisp sound of clinking glasses behind him.

Karl slowly turned around and saw the old man in front of him, who had already raised the glass of wine and was looking at him fiercely.

"I hope you can really do as you said and bring me something that will excite me."

Old Crouch said this hoarsely, and then drank the wine in the glass.

After drinking, he threw the empty cup on the table, stretched out his right hand, looked at Carl and said.

"Shouldn't we shake hands? It's nice to see you again, Mr. Hohenzollern."

Karl didn't hesitate at all, and just held the other person's right hand and smiled.

"It is an honor to see you again, Mr. Barty Crouch. Please take a seat and let us discuss the details of the transaction."

The two sides sat down again, and Karl poured another glass of wine for the other party and asked at the same time.

"As a top capitalist, I always adhere to providing the best service to my users."

"I think what you want most now is Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge. Go ahead."

“I want to hear what my users think first.”

Hearing this, old Crouch took the second filled glass without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp.

With the power of alcohol, he roared without restraint.

"You must find a solution right now. I want Cornelius Fudge and his despicable subordinate to pay the heaviest price for this matter."

"As long as you help me kill these two guys, I will be directly loyal to you from now on, and I will be willing to do anything you ask me to do."

Hearing this, Carl's face looked a little strange. He looked at the drunken old man in front of him and began to recall the information he had received about the other party before.

Is there something wrong in some link? Could it be that this old guy is too old and his IQ has dropped after drinking some alcohol?

How could he say such stupid things? Fortunately, Carl is always patient with his clients.

He replied calmly, swirling his glass.

"I'm sorry Mr. Crouch, I think you may be disappointed. I'm not a murderer like Voldemort."

"We usually don't kill people for no reason. Besides, in my plan, killing is the worst possible means."

"Compared to this, killing the heart might be more effective."