Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What do you mean?" Kevin Lestrange looked doubtful while holding a burger in his hand.

"Yes, there's nothing dirty about money. If it gets dirty, can't you just wash it?"

Cedric, chewing his burger in big mouthfuls, also expressed his opinion.

"This cleanliness is more of a moral issue." Carl took the freshly made hamburgers and hot dogs from the boss.

While distributing the food to the two people in front of him, he explained calmly.

"This money was earned through my labor before I discovered my magical talent. It is more in line with the public's morals about making money."

"There is no legal issue involved here. It's more of a psychological idea. This store is also an old acquaintance of mine in my past life."

“It’s the only place where we can get cheap heat and not suffer the ill will of some people.”

Carl spoke very easily and strangely, and Cedric didn't understand at all, or he didn't intend to understand at all.

The burger full of tropical spicy flavor was a feast for the taste buds that he had never experienced before. The only thing he wanted to do now was to quickly put the food in front of him into his stomach.

As for whether he would have diarrhea tomorrow and whether he would suffer when he had diarrhea, those were issues that Cedric needed to consider tomorrow.

On the other side, Kevin Lestrange was holding the Han in his hand but had no intention of speaking.

He looked straight at Karl, and after a full minute of silence, he suddenly spoke.

"I don't know if it's my illusion or something else, but I always feel like this is a special farewell ceremony, you are trying to say goodbye to a certain part of your life."

"But I need to remind you that human life is limited and all living things will eventually die."

“No matter how great the magic is, it cannot reverse time. Instead of saying goodbye and running away, it is better to face it calmly.”

"Thank you for your advice." Carl responded with a kind smile and reached out to take the cold hamburger from the other person's hand.

He handed over a freshly made burger.

"Rather than discussing these life philosophies, shouldn't you feast on your meal and celebrate for me with the joy of enjoying delicious food?"

"That's right, why are you saying so many incomprehensible words? These things are really delicious. I'm not kidding you."

Cedric also came over to help, and he even put a hot dog from his plate on Kevin Lestrange's plate.

Kevin Lestrange looked at the steaming hamburger in his hand and the longing expression on the big-headed idiot's face beside him.

I could only sigh helplessly, stop thinking about those messy things, and take a big bite of the burger.

The aroma of beef combined with the spiciness of curry really gives you a sense of pleasure that goes straight to the top of your head.

After that feeling of pleasure, an intense burning sensation began to fill his mouth and his face began to turn red visibly.

Finally he couldn't bear it any longer, and he shouted while fanning his mouth frantically with his hands.

"It's so hot! So hot!! So hot!! Quickly bring me some ice water."

"O(n_n)O Haha~" Seeing his embarrassed look, Cedric finally couldn't help laughing, and at the same time snatched the ice water handed over by the boss.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Only then did Kevin Lestrange realize that the lips of this pumpkin-headed idiot had already turned red from the spicy taste.

"You actually plotted against me." He shouted angrily, but this only resulted in the two of them laughing even more happily.

After laughing, Carl handed him a glass of ice water, patted his shoulder and spoke in a deep voice.

"For such embarrassing times, it is better to face them calmly rather than say goodbye and escape."

Hearing this, Kevin Lestrange's face turned even redder, and it was unclear whether it was because of the spicy taste or because he was shy.

But even so, Kevin Lestrange did not get angry or upset. He continued to eat with relish, enjoying this delicacy that he had never enjoyed before.

Under the flickering lights, the three teenagers sat there quietly, neither chatting nor making any noise.

Everyone quietly finished the food on their plates, watching the old TV hanging from the ceiling.

The financial news channel was still broadcasting, and the host on TV looked radiant.

He even boldly admitted that he had also purchased shares of MAT Magic Technology Company.

“We can see that according to the forecasts of the most authoritative companies, the rise of this stock has almost stabilized.”

"But in the coming week, there will still be a strong growth trend and market confidence remains very sufficient."

"Today is Victory Day on Wall Street."

The host spoke all kinds of exaggerated words, and behind his words was the center of Wall Street financial city more than 10 kilometers away.

I wonder how many investment banks are holding meetings all night long, and how many fund managers are celebrating their victories in high-end bars.

In the Brooklyn neighborhoods tens of kilometers away, there are only dim lights and dirty restaurants.

And the flashing lights and whistling sirens in the distance.

“Heaven and hell can coexist in one city. This is truly a miracle of capital.”

Karl wiped the corner of his mouth with the tablecloth, took out a cigarette from his arms and put it in his mouth, puffing out smoke while holding his head high and sighing.

"Why, Mr. Hohenzollern, are you in the mood to make some philosophical remarks?"

As soon as Carl's words came out, he was immediately teased by Kevin Lestrange, but the teasing was not very harmful.

Especially when paired with his lips that were a little red and swollen from the spiciness, it even looks a little funny.

"Don't be so harsh, Mr. Lestrange." Carl threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

He stood up and took the bag of money to find the boss to settle the bill. Without any nonsense, he just threw the bag to the other party.

Then he said loudly.

"This is the cost of today's meal. The rest is all your tip. After all, we've been sitting here for so long."

“Thank you for your service.”

"I'm afraid it will be hard to see you in the future, white boy Carl."

The boss took the black backpack and didn't check how much money was inside. He just looked at Carl and said with a sigh.

Carl just spread his hands, turned around and walked to Kevin Lestrange, and turned his wrist slightly to reveal a brand new watch.

He tapped the glass of his watch with his fingers and said with an uncharacteristically cold expression.

"Six hours, one hour, 6 minutes, 60 seconds, call your fund manager or operate it yourself on the computer."

"On average it was about 10 seconds, which means I delayed their plans for six hours and gave them 6 chances to save their fortunes."

"This is my birthday gift to them. If they continue to be stubborn, it has nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, Carl suddenly made the sign of the cross on his chest like a devout Christian, and then patted Kevin Lestrange on the shoulder.

"Mr. Lestrange, your vacation is over, start your work."

"Yes my lord." Kevin Lestrange stood up slightly, and like the knights in the movies, he bent his body slightly and placed his right hand on his chest.

He saluted Carl with a knight's salute, then dialed a number on his cell phone that he had prepared long ago.

The call was connected in less than a second, without any greetings, only a cold command.

"Start dumping the market and short selling!"