Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

“It’s so damn cold!!”

Karl couldn't help but swear. He was wearing a white haute couture dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the breeze, like a blooming lily.

His shoulders and neck were almost completely exposed, so much so that he was shivering in the cold wind.

At this moment, Carl was walking slowly along the stone steps, his goal being the highest tower in the castle.

It was already very late, and looking out through the small windows of the castle, all one could see was darkness.

Of course, the meeting couldn't have been delayed until this time, that's why it was delayed so late.

The reason is naturally common to all countries, the dinner after the meeting.

At first, Karl resolutely refused to attend the dinner, especially when Mrs. Joseph took out the somewhat revealing haute couture dance dress he was wearing.

He even directly and sternly refused, but he did not expect that Mrs. Joseph, who was rejected, was not angry. Instead, she smiled and asked a question that made him think deeply.

"Dear lady, have you ever thought about a question when you were brought before the public by your grandfather?"

"He didn't provide any evidence, just a simple introduction, and made everyone believe that you are Grindelwald's heir."

"Have you ever wondered why this is happening?"

When Carl heard this question, he blurted out the answer instinctively.

"That's of course because of his identity. He is the dark wizard who made the whole of Europe tremble, and the creator of the Saints organization."

"Gellert Grindelwald. That name is enough."

Karl thought his answer was impeccable, but Mrs. Joseph just smiled when she got the answer.

Then he shook his head and spoke slowly.

"Of course not, kid. Your answer is only 50% correct. You haven't thought of the remaining 50%."

As she spoke, Mrs. Joseph stretched out her white right hand, gently stroked Karl's face, and said with emotion.

"The remaining 50% is because of this face. When you appear in front of those people, everyone will be amazed by this beautiful face."

"This is enough, because no one will doubt whether you, with such a look, are the real heir of Grindelwald."

"Even if you deny it, they will definitely force you to believe that you are Grindelwald's heir."

"Because for this group of saints who are incredibly proud and who are basically mentally ill, their leadership has to be perfect."

"Whether in terms of ability or appearance, it must be unique."

When Carl heard this answer, he was completely confused and wanted to deny it.

But he suddenly recalled that when he first talked to Grindelwald, he asked him a little unconfidently.

"Are you so sure that I can become your heir?"

At that time, he wanted to get some certificates, such as exclusive magic, but the damn old man just smiled and said.

"I don't need a child. Your face is enough, even though it can only reach 90% of my peak state when I was young."

"But you are enough. You just need to show your best side, and they will naturally kneel at your feet."

When I heard these words at that time, I was completely dismissive, but now it seems that although that guy is a bastard, he did not lie.

So Carl had no choice but to attend the dinner. After all, according to this logic, he had completed the meeting himself.

Only 50% of the work has been completed. Attending this dinner and showing myself in front of everyone is the remaining 50% of the work.

He always finishes his work.

So until this late, Carl hadn't gone to bed yet, and was still preparing to complete all his work.

As for the content of the job, of course it is to find your dog who ran away from home because of a quarrel with you.

Thinking of this, Karl took several deep breaths and tried to suppress his emotions.

Continuing to walk upwards along the stairs, he soon saw a black figure curled up in the central open space of the tallest tower in the entire castle.

This is a space similar to a watchtower, with huge openings on the surrounding walls that allow people to see the scenery outside.

Carl looked around and couldn't help but sigh that the scenery here was really nice.

His eyes passed through the darkness through the window and he could see the boundless night sky.

The twinkling lights are like sparkling gems inlaid on the black velvet.

The Milky Way stretches across the sky like a silver ribbon, dividing the sky into two.

Those distant stars seem to be telling ancient legends, which makes people feel awe.

Combined with the small space built with ancient bricks around it, it is indeed very artistic.

But these are of no use to Carl now. The only feeling he has now is that it is too cold.

The enclosed and open space, coupled with windows for ventilation on all sides, creates a dramatic duct effect.

The cold wind kept blowing through the tower, like an air conditioner working 24 hours a day, taking away all the heat in the entire space.

Carl, standing at the stairs, still felt cold from time to time even though he used magic to keep himself warm.

When a strong cold wind blew, he could no longer hold back and sneezed.

“Ah cut!!!”

The loud sneeze echoed throughout the space, startling the "thing" curled up in the center.

"That mass of objects" shook noticeably, and then immediately returned to silence, like a turtle startled by the cry of a seagull.

Curiously, it stuck its head out of the shell to take a look, then quickly retracted its body into the shell.

Karl saw the whole scene, and his eyes twitched wildly, and he instinctively complained in his heart.

"You damn idiot, you're still throwing a tantrum even though I'm freezing. You're such a heartless guy."

But no matter how he complained in his heart, Carl still moved towards "that object" step by step.

Not until he walked behind the other person did he reluctantly stretch out his toes and kick the other person's butt, muttering softly at the same time.

"Can you please not be so fragile? Why are you so sensitive? Why do you have to come here and are unwilling to change yourself?"

"Isn't this your problem? Now let's start a new conversation. All the previous questions are your fault."

"Let's..."

Just as Carl was about to say, "Let's reconcile and start over," he suddenly stopped like a stuck disc.

His temples were throbbing wildly and his face, which looked pale due to the cold, began to turn red visibly.

Because he smelled a fragrance, the fragrance of barbecued food.