Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"There are no problems now." After getting the evaluation he deserved from Professor Snape.

Carl looked at the three people present with a smile on his face. After receiving an affirmative response, he closed his eyes and began to communicate with the dog system in his mind.

"Let's get started. After more than a year of preparation, it's time to reap the rewards. It took more than 500 days to earn this many points."

“It’s really inefficient.”

[You are joking, sir. Among all the people we have served in the past, your playing style is the most advanced one. ]

[You are not overly obsessed with those powerful black magics, nor are you obsessed with those low-level desires. ]

[You have clear goals and strong means. Of course, you are sometimes soft-hearted, but this better reflects your greatness.]

[After all, every villain has to have some weaknesses, otherwise it would be too boring. ]

"Shut your stinky mouth. I'm not interested in hearing you nag. Give me what I want."

[No problem, the host redeems 1000 million villain points and obtains the ultimate magic "Holy Grail of Wishing", which can fulfill any wish you want.]

[You can bring the dead back to life, or make someone fall in love with you forever, or tamper with history to change fate. Please choose your own direction carefully. ]

[Because the next exchange amount will be 10 times the current amount, are you sure? ]

Carl, who was in the memory palace, looked at the huge red button in front of him and pressed it without any hesitation.

[The host has determined the direction of use. Remember to perform perfectly during use so that people around you will believe that this is your unique ability.]

[Let us enter the next stage and let the whole world feel the coming of a new dark age, hehehe!!!]

Listening to the shrill laughter, Carl used magic to block the sound with some annoyance, and then looked at the demonstration video displayed on the screen with some embarrassment.

"You have to be so chuunibyou. You still want to trick me even at this time. You really can't change your bad habits."

Carl complained helplessly.

He took a deep breath, returned to reality from the memory palace, and suddenly raised his right hand in front of the three people.

He began the performance in an extremely chuunibyou tone.

"The name of the dark, the sleep of the secret, the summon of the soul, the door of life and death, the world of the world."

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was full of magic. Combined with his current body movements and expressions, the three people behind him were stunned.

His face was full of confusion. What kind of magic was this? Could it be that such powerful magic was hidden in that Eastern island country?

Just as they were puzzled, as the spell continued, the air around them began to distort, and countless phantoms suddenly appeared around them.

On the flat ground that was empty just now, there suddenly appeared mountains of gold coins and piles of green banknotes as big as small hills.

The number of brand new US dollars was so huge that it directly covered the entire forest. Everyone seemed to be placed in a sea of ​​gold coins and green banknotes.

Looking at those dazzling treasures, they either sparkle with an alluring golden luster or have a peculiar scent of ink.

But looking at those lights and smelling those scents, they seemed to be able to hear the whispers of countless human desires.

"Desire を quote し, gold 銭 を medium に し て, long sleep っ た life を eye 覚 め さ せ, dead person を human world の world に 戻 す."

Carl continued to chant, his voice revealing an unquestionable determination.

It was as if a fanatical believer was using the most beautiful words to sing praises to the Messiah in his heart.

As the magic deepened, the gold coins and banknotes began to melt, turning into black smoke and blending with the surrounding cold wind.

The entire space was filled with a strange atmosphere, as if time and space had frozen at this moment.

Suddenly, a blinding light burst out from the center of the room, covering everything in white light.

As the light gradually dissipated, a figure slowly walked out of the light. It was a white man as fat as a pig.

He was pale, with a look of morbid weakness and obesity, and his eyes flashed with a complex light, showing both confusion and desire.

He kept looking around until he saw the tombstone behind him. When he saw the words on the tombstone, his eyes were filled with fear.

He began to reach out and touch his face and body, pinching here and there, until he was sure that this body of his was not an illusion.

The fear in his eyes immediately turned into ecstasy, until a cold voice came from behind him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Epstein!"

The voice seemed to be the whisper of a demon from hell, causing him to shudder all over and twist his fat pig-like body.

He turned around with difficulty, but was greeted by a powerful straight punch.

Carl, with his tie wrapped around his right hand, punched the guy directly in the face. The huge force caused ripples on the guy's facial fat.

A tooth flew out of his mouth and blood filled his entire mouth.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? I..."

The speech was forcibly interrupted, and Carl punched him directly on the ribs on the lower right side of the body, which is where the human pain nerves are most densely concentrated.

The force of this punch was so great that it directly penetrated the opponent's fat that was several centimeters thick. The severe pain made this guy unable to utter a word.

He could only retch, but this was not the end, as Carl continued to beat him brutally with punch after punch.

It seemed as if he was treating his opponent as a soft and comfortable punching bag, throwing small straight punches, long swinging punches, uppercuts and lower hooks.

Carl's movements were swift and fierce, and each punch hit the opponent's vital points, but cleverly avoided the opponent's brain nerve connections and some important internal organs.

This was a professional and brutal beating that could cause great pain to the person being beaten.

However, it can also prevent the other party from fainting due to ruptured internal organs or sudden lack of oxygen to the brain.

It was not until five minutes later that Carl, who was already soaked all over, took off the tie soaked in the other party's blood.

He stretched out his right hand and waved behind him.

"He can't open his mouth anymore. His teeth need to be fixed so he can drink the potion. Bring me some tools."

Hearing this, Professor Snape and Cedric were visibly stunned. They stood there blankly, looking at Carl who was sweating profusely.

"Excuse me." Kevin Lestrange, holding a huge wrench in his hand, pushed the two people in front of him, under the shocked gaze of the two people.

He handed the wrench to Carl, then returned to the oil barrel he had just made as if nothing had happened, and shook his short legs.

"Thank you!"

Looking at the wrench in his hand, Carl gasped and thanked him.

"That's my job." Kevin Lestrange responded with a smile, then looked at Cedric who was still looking at him in shock.

He said somewhat eccentrically.

"A professional subordinate must have insight into the heart of the boss he serves, so as to provide the best service that the boss wants most."

"I said it was just my job, not like someone was totally unprofessional."