Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Don't you have anything you want to explain?"

Carl placed the wine glass in his hand heavily on the table, crossed his arms, and stared at the handsome old man in front of him with a cheetah-like sharp look.

As soon as the opening banquet was over, he rushed to this colorful...

Oh no, it should be a small house that challenges the ultimate application of human optical color, to confront the handsome old man in front of him.

But the other party looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, sitting on a chair beside him with his legs crossed.

While tasting the unique Argentinian tequila, he looked at himself with a weird smile on his face.

"I thought you would be happy." Grindelwald took a sip of the wine in the glass, as if it was a matter of course.

"Why should I be happy?" Carl continued to restrain himself, but was on the verge of exploding.

"You inexplicably sent someone to me, and it had to be that little brat. Why, why did you do this?"

"Do you know how much trouble this will bring to my future life?"

"Will there be any trouble?" Grindelwald smiled, gently shook the wine in the glass, and pretended to be thinking for a while.

"I thought it would be more fun. After all, there's not a lot you can learn in this school."

"I thought you might be bored, so I specially found some fun for you."

"What fun." Carl couldn't help it and roared.

"Don't speculate about my life with your disgusting thoughts. Your behavior has violated the agreement between us."

"You must give me a reasonable explanation before I can evaluate the possibility of our continued cooperation."

"Don't be so heartless." Grindelwald put down his wine glass and softened his tone.

"Is he saying that there is no relationship between us other than cooperation? You know, your life comes from me."

As he spoke, Grindelwald had a look of deep hurt on his face.

"Put away that expression." But Carl on the side didn't buy it at all. He stared at the handsome old man in front of him and said in a cold tone.

"Stop playing such disgusting tricks. I want a reason, a completely reasonable reason."

Grindelwald, who did not get the answer he wanted, quickly put away the sad expression on his face.

He tilted his head and supported his face with his left hand. He placed his right hand on the table in front of him and tapped it lightly while speaking slowly.

"No problem. I can certainly give you a satisfactory reason. I am doing this purely out of consideration for you."

"What!!" Carl screamed out of control, standing up and roaring angrily.

"Placing that brat next to me was actually for my own good."

"How can you say such shameless words? You know as long as he is by my side, not to mention that my work cannot be carried out, my life will become a mess."

"Calm down." Looking at Carl who was roaring madly, Grindelwald waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't be so anxious. Listen to what I have to say, and then you can decide for yourself whether to keep him."

"Okay!" Carl panted and slowly sat down in his seat. Finally, he stared at Grindelwald and said unhappily.

"You'd better have a good reason."

"Of course." Faced with the threat, Grindelwald smiled slightly, then tapped the table lightly with his finger.

A blue light screen appeared above the desktop. It was a three-dimensional world map with several eye-catching red dots on each continent.

Grindelwald pointed at the marks and spoke in a serious tone.

"These are some details I have summarized based on the strategic development report you gave me before. Don't be anxious and listen to me slowly."

"In general, you want to use the combination of magic and technology to reconstruct a special economic system, taking the chip and Internet industries that you have been focusing on most recently as an example."

"If I'm not mistaken, the game console I gave to those little kids before should only be considered a special model."

"You should want to create a mobile terminal device without physical buttons, full touch, that can access the Internet anytime, anywhere, and play music and videos online."

"I remember you called this device a smartphone in your report. Let me think about it."

"You actually read the entire report." Carl was a little shocked. You know, this report was not a briefing he sent to Grindelwald alone.

It is a complete report full of the traditions of the British bureaucracy, addressed to the board of directors of the First Savings Bank of the entire wizarding world.

The entire report is extremely complex and makes use of a large number of characteristic long and short sentences.

Some simple questions are expanded endlessly into ornate but meaningless articles.

A normal person would feel dizzy after just one glance at it, let alone wizards who have no habit of reading.

The purpose of writing this report was to make it so that those pure-blood wizards would either not be able to understand it, or would not have the time to understand it even if they did.

Either you don’t have time or you don’t want to read it. In short, there is only one purpose, which is to get as much information as possible into your own hands.

In order to strengthen their control over the bank, they never thought that the handsome old man in front of them actually read the entire report.

"You really surprise me," he said sincerely, "that you can read the entire report and extract the important information from it."

"Based on this alone, I think our cooperation is enough to continue."

As he spoke, Carl couldn't help but look Grindelwald up and down again, then said with a sigh.

"If you were sixty or seventy years younger, things would be much easier."

Hearing this, Grindelwald smiled and waved his hands, crossing his arms like Carl did before.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he kept smiling and remained silent.

After being stared at by an old man with a smile for a long time, Carl felt a little nervous, but soon he seemed to understand something.

But he seemed unwilling to accept this reality. He kept thinking and shaking his head, muttering to himself.

"That's impossible. When we first met, that kid was a carbon copy of young Voldemort."

"Shouldn't he be a middle school boy who thinks pure-blood wizards are supreme? How is that possible? How is that possible?"

Just as Carl kept denying, Grindelwald took out a thick file from a drawer that had been prepared long ago.

He threw it directly in front of the other person, and finally sat back in his seat, drinking and speaking bluntly.

"Don't doubt your guess. That kid is really very good. It took him less than one night."

"After reading your report, here are all his records and originals. You can enjoy them for yourself."

"After you make your judgment, we can talk about other topics."