Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

As he spoke, Carl paused and looked up at the sun in the sky.

"When I left here, it was winter, and the sun was as strong as it is now."

"Can you tell me in detail what happened?" It was Kevin Lestrange who asked the question. His face was calm, as if he was asking the other person what he had eaten in the evening.

Karl did the same, smiling and speaking calmly.

"It's no big deal. According to the medical examination report they conducted on me at that time, my body should have reached the standard of a 10-year-old."

"It's almost time for us to make our debut. You should understand what this 'debut' means."

“You haven’t been…” Cedric raised his head suddenly and looked at Carl with a look of unsuppressible surprise.

"By what?" Carl caught the emotions in the other person's eyes. His calm expression began to fluctuate and his voice gradually became higher.

"If you're talking about physical defilement and torture, then there really wasn't any. I was a very special person in that orphanage."

"I still have some confidence in my personal charm. The food I eat is nutritionally balanced, and I even have someone special to take care of my diet and daily life."

"I even had time to read a lot of books in that little room, including a lot of philosophy and politics."

"They carefully trained me just to make me more valuable. I was even assigned a special playmate."

"She was a very ordinary girl who never told me her name, just as my number was zero."

"Her number is also very unique, it is the number '2'."

Cedric could see that Carl was trying to stay calm, but he couldn't seem to suppress his anger anymore.

"Because she took care of me, she didn't have to endure those humiliations. At that time, I could already feel the presence of the magical power in my body."

"I once promised her that when I have full control over the power, I will take her away from this hellhole."

"Let her feel the real sunshine, but..."

Carl's sapphire-like eyes began to fill with angry red, and his expression was awkward and terrifying.

It was as if there were two souls fighting inside him. After a brief silence, he spoke again, this time with unreserved anger.

"But I broke my promise. After that night, I wanted to wait another 24 hours until I could fully control the magic in my body."

"I came to implement the escape plan, but what I didn't expect was that they actually put sleeping pills in our food."

"When I woke up, she had disappeared. I banged on the door like crazy, and the loud echoes kept reverberating in the corridor."

"Until I used magic for the first time and forcibly shattered the bulletproof glass on the door, using the broken glass shards to hold my wrists against them."

“When I threatened to commit suicide to intimidate those guys, I finally saw their bodies.”

Carl took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the back of the clearing. He took out his wand and cast a blasting spell, blowing the trees blocking the way ahead into pieces.

Amid the flying wood chips, the two people behind him saw two tombstones, one large and one small, in front of Carl.

Carl slowly squatted down and stroked the small tombstone. In fact, it was not a tombstone at all, but just a relatively large pebble.

He lowered his head, his eyes were red, and his voice was already hoarse.

"When I saw her again, she was wearing that disgusting clothing."

"Even with that thin clothing, you have been torn beyond recognition, and there is not a single spot on your exposed white skin that is free of scars."

"Purple bruises and clotted red wounds covered her body, and long red hair covered her face."

"At that time, I didn't even have the courage to lift up those hair to look at her face."

"But... then what?"

Kevin Lestrange spoke again, but this time his question was a little hesitant.

"Then things are very simple." Carl stood up, turned and looked at the two of them, still with that signature smile on his face.

"I didn't think about controlling the magic in my body. It was a terrifying explosion of magic, like a heavy bomb exploding in the basement."

"The shock wave swept through the entire basement, which is why it looked so horrible when you saw it."

"But fortunately, when this place was built, those big shots valued their lives and built the basement to be exceptionally solid."

"Otherwise, this manor would have disappeared from the face of the earth long ago."

"In other words, you killed all the people buried here."

Kevin Lestrange looked at Carl with some surprise.

"You can't say that. Carl can't control his magic. This is a normal magic riot. It's just that he..."

Hearing this, Cedric hurriedly wanted to help Karl explain.

Karl didn't seem to appreciate it, and nodded slightly and said calmly.

"Yes, all the people buried here were killed and buried by me personally, except for these two."

"After the incident, those big shots fled in all directions, and no one cared whether there were any survivors in the basement."

"It took me 24 hours to drag these people out of that hell along this passage, and then buried them all here."

"So I remember where each of them was buried."

"If that's the case, then the story is complete."

Kevin Lestrange spoke again, his expression still calm.

"Then why did you come back here? For all the people buried here, I believe they should thank you."

"It's better to be buried in the sunlight than to be used as a sex toy and toyed to death in a dark basement."

"You are very lucky. Rather than saying you killed them, it's better to say you saved them."

"After all, I think if you can control the magic power accurately, you should be able to escape with the girl, but after your most important cargo escapes."

"Those people will decide that this place is unsafe, and the remaining people will either be killed to silence them or thrown into some dark corner to slowly rot."

"Either they are moved to a new place and continue to be sold as goods, which is the best outcome."

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Kevin Lestrange."

Carl smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.

"But I will not accept what you said. Murder is murder. No matter how noble the reason is, it cannot cover up the fact."

"I never felt like I saved them. All I wanted was revenge."

As he spoke, he patted the huge tombstone next to him and spoke with a strange expression.

"And now that I can finally realize my revenge plan, I have saved enough money, it's time to start settling accounts."

"Settlement of what?" Cedric asked in confusion, pointing at the tombstone.

"Liquidate a dead person?"

"That's right. Without my permission and before he completes his revenge, why should he die? Even if he dies, he can only die in my hands."

"Even if he has gone to hell, I will buy him back from the hands of the god of death until I complete my revenge on him."

"He can't die without my permission."

Carl laughed maniacally.