Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Please be careful with your words, Mr. Renault." Carl pretended to be serious. "The First Savings Bank of the Magical World, I am just a small shareholder with 5% of the shares."

"It's not the so-called chairman. As a joint-stock company, I think we haven't elected a formal chairman yet."

"The nominal honorary chairman is our great Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Yes, yes, everything you said is right."

Grindelwald's face showed indifference, and he continued to ask in a sarcastic tone.

"Very good then, Mr. Hohenzollern. As one of the shareholders of this bank, you are very helpful to the development of our company."

"Do you have any valuable suggestions? After all, if no intervention is made, this bank may go bankrupt tomorrow."

"Because according to my speculation, the mysterious financial power behind us may no longer be able to inject cash flow into this bank."

"What should I do?"

Grindelwald deliberately asked this question at the end, with a smug expression on his face.

It was as if saying, come and beg me quickly, as long as you beg your father, I will immediately take a handful of gold galleons and use the money to kill those greedy goblins.

Carl looked at the smug face and his cheeks twitched wildly. It turned out that he was waiting for him here.

This old man asked me to come here today specifically, and it turns out he has nothing good to say.

The other party already knew that he had been busy raising funds in the Muggle world for the past month, after all, whether it was building a factory to produce new drugs in New York.

Or promoting the sales of new drugs in Europe, all of which consumed a lot of my money. Indeed, I don’t have much cash in my account now.

The other party knows all this very well and just wants to force me to surrender. This guy may really have become mentally abnormal after being imprisoned by me for half a century.

His various actions towards himself were just like a father throwing a tantrum at a child.

Forcing his son to give in to him in some childish games may be his way of expressing his love.

But Karl was a stubborn man. He slowly leaned back and placed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair.

He half tilted his head in an arrogant posture and looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.

"Dear Mr. Renault, I am deeply sorry for the question you just raised."

"But this regret is not because of the difficulty of the problem, but because I regret that I chose a person with no ability to serve as CEO."

"It was the first time I misjudged someone."

Grindelwald was obviously stunned, but he reacted quickly, his face full of dark lines and he spoke in a low voice.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, I must make it clear to you that this problem is not due to any problem with our ability to do our job."

"The crux of the matter is that our bank was established too recently."

"Compared to the reputation that Gringotts has accumulated over hundreds of years, it has only been established for a short time."

"It is impossible for us to convince depositors to trust us in the face of rumors. This problem itself has no solution."

"Because the time span cannot be changed in a short period of time, the only thing we can do now is to use huge amounts of wealth to demonstrate the strength of the bank."

"Nothing could be more persuasive than a mountain of gold Galleons, and I think you have an easy way to obtain that amount of wealth."

"There are no unsolvable problems in the world." Carl crossed his legs with an arrogant expression, and the smile between his eyebrows seemed like a mockery.

"You think that the method you just described is the only way to solve the problem now, only because you have put the steps to solve the problem in the problem itself."

"We can completely jump out of the problem itself and find a completely different path."

"Beyond the problem itself?"

Grindelwald was a little confused.

Carl looked full of confidence. He stood up, took the bottle of red wine beside him, and poured red wine into the two empty glasses.

He spoke calmly across the bright red liquid.

"That's right. Apart from the question itself, you can actually think from another angle. You actually already know the mastermind behind this matter."

"Why do we need to compete in a normal way? If we can't solve our own problems, then we should solve the people who caused the problems."

"The first savings bank in the wizarding world was established too recently and cannot compete with Gringotts, which has a century-old reputation."

"Very good then."

He sat back in his seat, picked up the poured red wine and put it to his nose and sniffed it. The fully awakened red wine exuded an intoxicating aroma.

Drink up the wine in the glass in one gulp; the smooth and charming liquid brings you extraordinary enjoyment.

Karl took out a white napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, then folded the napkin and suddenly slammed it heavily on the dining table.

The cloth folded into a square made a loud noise due to the violent impact.

Using the noise as cover, the boy crossed his arms and spoke calmly.

"Then let's make that century of credibility vanish into thin air today."

After saying that, the attention of everyone in the bar was attracted by the sudden noise.

Under Grindelwald's astonished gaze, Carl, who was sitting opposite him, began to change his figure.

From a tall and handsome young man, he gradually turned into a short, hunchbacked, bald and fat man.

That disgusting and twisted face looked like a rat.

"When did you learn my disguise magic?" Grindelwald said in a low voice.

"Do I need to learn this? My dear father, I am your son!"

Carl responded easily, but the sound coming from his short, hunched, fat body was so obscene.

As soon as the short fat man finished speaking, he grabbed the corner of the dining table and overturned the entire table.

The expensive crystal swan-neck decanter and the two crystal wine glasses were smashed to pieces.

Taking advantage of this chaos, Grindelwald disappeared silently into the darkness of the corner.

Just before leaving, he glanced back, looked at the chair that was splashed with remaining red wine, and said helplessly.

"But it's just a game between father and son. You really are a vengeful kid."

After saying that, he left the bar directly, and after confirming that Grindelwald had left, the short fat man opened his arms.

With agility that was totally inconsistent with his body size, he jumped onto another dining table and looked at the stunned crowd.

Said loudly.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Peter Pettigrew, the successor to the great Dark Lord. You can also respectfully call me the new Dark Lord."

A deathly silence fell over the entire bar, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, they all turned their eyes to the short fat man who was barely as tall as an average person when standing on the dining table.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

After a long silence, the customers at the table closest to Peter Pettigrew could no longer hold back their laughter.

The laughter echoed in the air, infecting more and more customers, and the drinking crowd all laughed wildly.

Some people even laughed and pounded their hands on the table, and the whole bar was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Until a green light with a breath of death sent the man who led the laughter into a dream from which he seemed to never wake up.

The deathly silence that had just settled over the bar once again.