Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

This completely shameless act really shocked the saints. They stared with wide eyes at Cedric who was howling in the center of the stage.

I was secretly shocked and couldn't help but communicate.

"Miss Grindelwald's methods are indeed superb. I don't know what she said to scare such a noble wizard like this."

"Yes, the Eisenstein family is not an ordinary magic family. The entire family is famous throughout the European magic world for researching extremely dangerous black magic."

"I heard that the coming-of-age ceremony for young men in their family is to use black magic to vivisect a human being. Just thinking about that scene is terrifying."

"But now you are frightened by Miss Grindelwald's words. Look, she is crying more painfully than if her own father had died."

"Isn't that nonsense? Grindelwald, do you know what this last name represents? The perverted and evil dark magic is not worthy of this last name."

"It would have to be extremely evil magic to barely match this last name."

Listening to the whispers coming from all around, Karl's face became more and more ugly in the discussion of these people.

His image was basically turning into a magical monster with a green face and fangs, who couldn't suppress his bloodthirsty desire unless he ate a few children in one meal.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. In the end, he could only turn his anger into a tortoise punch, which he threw at Cedric.

Soon the sad wails turned into sharp screams, echoing throughout the entire crypt.

The saints guarding the various aisles listened to the heart-wrenching screams and the horrific beating in the center of the stage.

They all took a deep breath, stopped talking and turned their heads away, fearing that if they were not careful, they would be affected by the fire.

After all, that guy was Miss Grindelwald's personal bodyguard, yet he was beaten so horribly.

If it were an ordinary saint like them, they would have to be cremated on the spot. It just so happens that this location is suitable today, so they can just bury the body after burning it.

Among all the saints, there was only one exception, and that was Kevin Lestrange, who had just notified the others.

He had returned to the passage he had been guarding before, and was silently looking down at the center of the stage below him.

At the beginning, when he saw the idiot being beaten, he did feel an uncontrollable sense of joy in his heart.

But later on, especially when Miss Grindelwald beat the other person with her hands and feet in front of everyone.

He couldn't help feeling a little sad, even though judging from the results, all he had received before was grace.

The guy who was being beaten now was receiving all the punishment, but he could always feel the distance between Miss Grindelwald and that idiot.

It's not like she feels towards herself, there is an invisible sense of distance. In other words, in the other person's heart, that guy is the closer person.

They are so close that they don’t need to pay attention to the occasion when beating each other, and they don’t need to worry about the other person’s inner thoughts at all.

Apart from couples and their families, he had only seen this kind of special intimacy between one other pair of young wizards.

It's Dumbledore's successor and his stupid senior.

Thinking back on these and everything he saw before his eyes, the pain in his heart became even more intense. In the end, he could only choose to turn his head away, out of sight, out of mind.

About 5 minutes later, the screams that echoed throughout the crypt gradually subsided.

Unlike Kevin Lestrange's inner pain, Cedric only felt pain all over his body.

Carl's beating was really enough to hurt him. Now he didn't even have the strength to scream.

He could only kneel down helplessly, looking at Karl aggrievedly.

He watched the other party pick him up like a chicken again and warned him with a ferocious look on his face.

"Now is the most critical moment. Don't think about letting me down. Put away your overflowing sympathy and kindness."

"Everything that happens next has nothing to do with you. You just need to stand there quietly and play the role you are supposed to play."

Cedric nodded desperately like a chick pecking at rice. How could he dare to say no in front of Karl?

I just want to deal with it quickly so I can escape from the other party's clutches.

Carl could also see that this guy was just trying to fool him, so he could only sigh helplessly, let go of the other's collar, threw a bottle of potion in front of him and said.

"I know you haven't realized the seriousness of the problem yet. Things can't always develop so peacefully."

"Especially in the business we are engaged in, we will eventually have the blood of one or two innocent people on our hands."

"In fact, we have been dirty for a long time, but the way we killed people before was more advanced, not as direct as what we will do next."

"You can continue to evade me, and I won't blame you. As I promised before, I will never force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"So drink that potion quickly, and get back to your seat when you're more alert."

After that, Karl kicked the other person off the stage.

Cedric, who was kicked onto the stage, dusted himself off and straightened the mask on his face.

The slave pretended to be serious and glanced at the saints around him who were talking about him.

Then he walked towards his job with what he considered to be an upright and graceful posture.

However, in the eyes of others, all they could see was that the clothes were torn into several pieces.

The young man, his body covered with footprints, dragged his scarred body and limped up the stairs. His back looked extremely miserable.

Cedric successfully climbed back to his work station, and obediently opened the bottle of potion and drank it all in one gulp.

But when the liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, the strange and disgusting taste almost made him vomit on the spot.

Fortunately, Karl had treated me like a washing machine before, otherwise I would have vomited all my bile.

"What is this? How can it be so unpalatable?! Is it poisonous?"

Cedric rested on the ground for a while, then he lifted up the empty potion bottle and took a look. He only saw a black bat mark on it.

And a line of small white words read.

"Made by Professor Severus Snape!!"

Seeing that line of text, Cedric felt much more at ease. After all, the potion was so unpalatable but not poisonous.

I'm afraid that in the entire magical world, only my dear professor can do this.

After feeling relieved, Cedric turned his gaze back to the stage, only to see Carl standing on the stage, talking to Mr. Strauss for a while.

The other party left the stage in a hurry, and the moment he walked off the stage, he was surrounded by saints in uniform.

Like trained standard soldiers, they all drew their wands in unison, as if drawing their swords, and held them in their right hands.

Afterwards, they stood there with solemn expressions, and then countless reporters from all walks of life carrying strange equipment poured into the underground tomb from the passage.

A few minutes after they set up the equipment, Carl, who had been standing in the center of the stage in silence, suddenly spoke with a sneer.

"Now that you are here, there is no need to hide any longer. Grindelwald expresses his respect to you."

"Long time no see, everyone from the French Ministry of Magic."