Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

On December 12, in front of the New York State Capitol, only three days left until Christmas.

There is a hint of chill in the early morning air, the sky is a light blue-purple, the morning glow and morning mist are intertwined, adding a gentle color to the cold winter.

"It's so cold!!" Mr. Joe Ward, the chief private secretary to the Governor of New York State, clasped his hands together and blew a breath of hot air into his palms.

He was a typical political elite, wearing a black tailor-made new suit, looking gentle and wearing glasses.

As a senior civil servant who has worked in the state government for many years, he has a special sense of pride for this parliament building.

But today, he feels that the experience he has accumulated in his past life has been seriously challenged.

When he thought of this, he turned his head and looked behind him helplessly.

The parliament building stands majestically in the dim light, and its classical architectural style appears even more solemn and majestic under the morning light.

But turning around, a lot of people had already gathered in the square below the steps. They were either standing or sitting, as if waiting for a ceremony to begin.

From time to time, whispers and laughter could be heard from the crowd, and the atmosphere was full of anticipation and excitement. The flagpoles standing around were not hung with the American flags as usual.

Instead, there were some colorful corporate advertisements, including the familiar Walmart, KFC, and some technology company advertisements that he didn't pay much attention to.

Colorful flags hung around the square, making the usually solemn political occasion seem a little frivolous and strange.

"Why did he choose this place? We should have had a day off today. He is such a troublesome guy."

Mr. Joe Ward looked at the noisy crowd and the drastically changed square around him and couldn't help but complain.

As soon as he finished speaking, a stern rebuke came from behind him.

"Watch yourself, Mr. Yan Ward. The eyes of the entire United States, and even the world, are focused here now."

"If any reporter recorded what you just said, a call from Washington might come in a second."

"We are now standing on the edge of a cliff. If we take one step forward, we will reach heaven, but if we take one misstep, we will fall into the abyss."

The person who said this is the Governor of New York State, Mr. Mario Cuomo, who has a round face, thick eyebrows and deep eyes.

He looks like an obese uncle who drank too much, but beneath that gentle exterior is the awe-inspiring temperament that he has acquired through years of political career.

Faced with the reprimand from his direct leader, Mr. Joe Ward certainly did not dare to refute. All he could do was walk up to the other person.

Lower your voice and gossip in the other person's ear.

"I heard that the FBI has been investigating him. It is said that he also grew up in New York and has close ties with that group of garbage gangs in Brooklyn."

"and......"

"Stop talking." Mr. Mario Cuomo rudely interrupted the other party, his eyes hidden behind black-framed lenses.

He stared at his personal secretary, pointed a finger at him and said.

"I can pretend that I never heard what you just said, and you can pretend that you never said it."

"Invite me a bottle of beer tonight, and the matter will be over. Don't discuss the mysterious Mr. Hohenzollern anymore."

"I still say that if I take one wrong step, my political career could end."

"Why?" Joe Ward was still a little unconvinced. As a standard elite in the United States in the 80s,

His life can be described as smooth sailing. He was born into a happy middle-class family. His father was a barrister and his mother was a federal government civil servant.

He has been an excellent student since childhood, joined the school team in high school and achieved excellent results, and successfully became the most handsome boy at the graduation dance.

He also turned his beautiful dance partner into his future wife, who obtained a Master of Laws degree from Yale University.

After graduation, he entered a law firm, focusing on constitutional law and civil law, and moved to a government department before the age of 30.

When he was less than 40 years old, he became the personal secretary of the governor of New York, a famous state in the United States.

His future is bright. If he continues at this pace, he should be around 45 years old and follow his current leader.

Become the other party's chief of staff and help him get a sufficiently important position in the White House, and the other party will reciprocate.

Give yourself a respectable enough position, and then the classic routine follows, running for House of Representatives, then Senator, and finally governor of a state.

And after sufficient opportunity, become the President of the Federation.

He was extremely confident in his life plan, so when even the slightest incident occurred in the plan he was familiar with.

It would be very difficult for him to accept it, and everything that happened today could not be called a minor episode at all.

It can be regarded as a thorough change. Mr. Hohenzollern has stirred up all kinds of storms in the United States in the past two months.

It gave him the illusion that the other party did not need to accumulate experience, nor did he need to please those annoying media reporters.

With the help of the Internet and all that weird technology, he gained a huge voice that no one had ever had before.

It can even directly influence the US election. These signs all indicate that times have changed.

His future plans might not work, which is why he was so impatient today.

Mr. Mario Cuomo also understood some of his secretary's inner thoughts.

He looked around inconspicuously and made sure that there were only two people around.

There were no hidden reporters on the steps of the Capitol, and the Secret Service bodyguards were far enough away.

He looked at his personal secretary and lowered his voice.

"Whatever you want to say, you can ask it. We have worked together for so many years."

"Since I was just a little congressman, you have been my secretary. I can answer any questions you want to ask."

"But please remember, kid, any answer comes with a price. After I answer your question, there are some things you can no longer ask for."

"And if you really want to ask, remember to lower your voice. I don't want to fire my personal secretary in front of a global audience."

This was already a political showdown, and Joe Ward was shocked by the words and looked at his leader with some horror.

As a politician who was able to become the governor of New York State, the other party must have accumulated political wisdom that he could not understand during his decades of political career.

Gaining this wisdom will undoubtedly be of immense help to one's future political life.

But at the same time, once you agree to the deal, there is a high possibility that you will use more than ten years of hard work to get a few words that you can't even understand.

The tremendous pressure made him at a loss as to what to do for a moment, until Mr. Mario Cuomo beside him reminded him again.

"Time is running out, please don't hinder my performance on stage."