Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Lucius sat at the end of the long table, tapping the tabletop rhythmically with his right index finger.

His eyes were fixed on the chief chair more than ten meters in front of him. The chair looked so shabby compared to the ordinary wooden chair under his butt.

It is luxurious to the extreme, with top-grain calfskin and hand-carved mahogany.

The emblem of the British Ministry of Magic was embroidered on the purple velvet on the backrest with gold thread.

Lucius had imagined more than once when he would be qualified to sit in that chair and speak freely to the leaders of the British wizarding world.

But now, this idea in his mind was not so strong, and he was even a little skeptical about such hot weather.

The fat Cornelius Fudge sat in a velvet-covered chair without fear of catching a prickly heat.

This is a very large conference room. There is no luxurious decoration around it, and the black wall tiles form the main tone of the entire room.

A few candle oil lamps hanging overhead, swaying in the wind, provided limited light to the dim room.

Meeting Room 000, a meeting room not recorded in the Ministry of Magic archives.

90% of the employees working in the British Ministry of Magic do not know the location of this conference room, and most of them have only heard some unfounded legends.

Some people say that this conference room is the legendary "highest authority" of the British Ministry of Magic. Every decision made here will have a profound impact on the entire British wizarding world.

Some people also say that these conference rooms are just forgotten storage rooms filled with useless items.

But whether it is good or bad, he is the only wizard who has come to this meeting room twice and is not an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius knew very well that these rumors were wrong. This room was more like a meeting room than a conference room.

It is more like a place where the spoils are divided among the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic in the middle and end of each year.

A special meeting will be held in this conference room to discuss how to distribute the shameful income earned over the past six months.

The last time he was here was as a Death Eater following the fall of his previous master, Voldemort.

He was politely invited here, and after listening to those greedy guys' chatter, he obediently offered up more than half of the entire Malfoy family's property.

In exchange for the guarantee that he would not be judged, now, he came here again.

Unlike the enthusiastic invitation last time, it was obvious that I was not very welcome this time.

But it’s better this way. At least it means that this time I am no longer a lamb to be slaughtered by them, but an opponent who can have a dialogue with them.

Since I am able to negotiate, there is certainly no need for those greedy bugs to welcome me.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Lucius showed no sign of panic at all. He beat the rhythm with the index finger of his right hand.

While humming some songs whose tunes were unclear.

"Creak!!"

After about an hour of waiting, the door of the conference room was finally pushed open from the outside.

A fat woman in a pink sweater came up to Lucius with a disgusting gait.

He smiled what he thought was a pretty smile and said it in an apologetic tone.

"I am really sorry, Mr. Malfoy. As you know, a lot of things have happened in the British wizarding world recently."

"Mr. Cornelius Fudge and other officials from various departments are very busy. The meeting was postponed for an hour."

"I may have been too busy to even inform you, leaving you waiting here for so long in vain."

"I apologize for the poor hospitality."

"The hospitality was indeed not very good." As soon as the other party came in, he wanted to give himself a warning.

Lucius said nonchalantly, with a professional award on his face.

"I have been waiting here for an hour. Even if there is no one notified, it is possible that it is in the meeting room of the Ministry of Magic."

"Not even a single serving staff? Mr. Cornelius Fudge is so incorruptible."

"When I was in a meeting, I still had to serve tea and water myself. There is such an honest and upright leader of the Ministry of Magic."

"I think the future of the British wizarding world will always be very bright."

Such a weird and sarcastic tone, full of Slytherin characteristics, immediately broke Umbridge's defense, revealing her fat and twisted face.

Her mood became even more twisted, but considering that the other party's request was not excessive, she could only respond perfunctorily.

"Of course, but the British Ministry of Magic always has its own standards for entertaining guests. I will ask someone to send tea and snacks over right away."

"Please wait patiently."

"no need."

Lucius waved his hand to interrupt the other person's action, and took out a wallet embroidered with the Malfoy family emblem from the pocket of his suit.

He took out a bottle of Burgundy red wine, a wine glass, a pipe and a box of tobacco.

After placing those things on the table, he deliberately waved the wallet in front of the other person.

"Oh, by the way, since there is this opportunity, let me recommend it to you. This is a new company we have established."

"The first new product of the world's No. 1 textile company, the 'Big Space' wallet. Don't underestimate this wallet."

"It contains a mixture of space expansion spells and weight reduction spells. It is light to carry and has plenty of space."

"There are also many styling products that a successful woman like you will definitely like."

As he spoke, Lucius took out several women's handbags from his wallet. These handbags had various designs.

Most of them are inspired by famous brands in the Muggle world, such as LV, Dior, etc., with bright colors and trendy designs.

It is very attractive to women, especially women like Umbridge who are very materialistic.

As soon as I see those handbags, my eyes will be fixed on them and I won’t move my gaze away for several minutes.

Lucius smiled disdainfully and asked in a deliberately low voice.

"Dear lady, may I give you some advice? Do you like the look of these ladies' handbags?"

Umbridge suddenly became a little excited, her eyes revealing greed and disdain, it was obvious that she was a toad.

He fell into habitual thinking again, thinking that Lucius wanted to bribe him with these things before the meeting started.

So she said in a reserved manner.

"It looks good, but you know this is a special period, I can't accept your gift."

"When everything is over, I will buy it at my own expense."

After saying this, Umbridge stared at Lucius, with the words "give it to me quickly" written all over her face.

Looking at the expression on the other person's face, Lucius felt amused. If this guy was talking to him.

If her tone and attitude were a little better, I might really give her one or two, but now I have Karl's instructions.

The other party made him feel so disgusted that he could only obey reluctantly.

So he pretended to be regretful and put the ladies' bags back into his wallet.

"That's a pity, but given the situation, in response to the call from Minister Cornelius Fudge."

"I think it's better not to accept such a ceremonial gift for now, and wait until this matter is over."

"We welcome upright and successful women like you to go to major stores and mention my name to buy. I can give you a 99% discount."