Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

January 1th, City of London.

From a distance, the skyscrapers of the City of London stand on the horizon like a steel forest.

The sunlight shines through the clouds onto these buildings, reflecting a dazzling light.

Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but sigh.

"It's really surprising. It's only been a few decades since my father's story, but it feels like we're in two different worlds."

This was the first time he took the initiative to enter the world of Mahua during his growth as a pure-blooded noble.

The word "Muggle" always represents ignorance and inferiority. My father taught me this, and my classmates at school also hold the same view.

I remember when I was a child, my father often told me stories about the Muggle world and how dirty and dark London was at that time.

London at that time was filled with smog and the sky was always gray.

The factory chimneys continuously emitted black smoke, and a pungent smell filled the air.

The streets are narrow and dirty, full of garbage and sewage, and people have no sense of hygiene at all.

Garbage can be seen everywhere on the streets, sewage is flowing everywhere, and every time it rains, the streets turn into muddy rivers.

What is even more terrifying is the greed in the hearts of those Mahua people. At that time, many poor families had to send their children to work in factories in order to make a living.

Those children had to endure heavy labor at a very young age and their childhood was deprived.

The most pitiful among them are the chimney sweep children, who are often only seven or eight years old and are short in stature and underdeveloped.

So they can easily get into the chimneys of rich people's mansions or factories, and use simple brushes to clean the stains remaining on the chimney walls.

Due to the closed and harsh working environment, extremely long working hours, and without wearing any protective equipment.

These poor children often miss the optimal time of development, resulting in lifelong spinal deformities, and rarely live beyond the age of 30 due to lung problems.

Recalling what his father had said, Lucius Malfoy felt even more dazed.

The clean and tidy street before my eyes was completely different from the dark city in the story.

The sky was not gray. Today was a rare good day. There were a few lazy white clouds floating in the blue sky.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it a faint scent of flowers, and Lucius Malfoy looked up curiously.

There are many green plants and gardens dotted between the skyscrapers.

These green spaces add a touch of life and vigor to this busy city.

With curiosity, he quickened his pace and walked towards the HSBC building in the center.

Even if I had made some mental preparations beforehand and also read some books and did my homework, the moment I walked into the bank door.

Lucius Malfoy was still shocked by the scene before him, in his impression and the information he obtained.

This kind of banking institution should have many service staff, managers and numerous windows, with busy crowds holding documents called bank cards and passbooks.

Handle your business at each window, either withdraw cash or deposit your savings into the account.

However, there was not a single staff member in formal attire in the entire hall, and the customers coming and going were all young people dressed strangely.

They walked to the rows of strange machines called "self-service terminals" placed inside the hall.

There was no need to insert a card or do any other actions, not even any keys like a keyboard, but just to slide your fingers gently across the glowing glass.

Then either put your palm or face close to the camera, and after hearing the sound of successful verification, you can turn around and leave.

At most, when he leaves, he will take out a square object that looks like a super-thin brick from his trouser pocket.

He repeated the previous action, swiped twice on the glowing screen, took a look and left.

He had previously studied hard about ATM deposits and withdrawals, but it seemed to have become obsolete before he could even use it.

You have to know that before coming here, he made preparations for a long time, just to make others not know that he is a wizard.

But now, all the young people coming and going would take a second look at him when they left, and he became the most prominent person in the entire hall.

Just when he was at a loss, a soft cough suddenly came from behind him, followed by a slightly nervous but curious voice.

"Excuse me for disturbing you, are you Mr. Lucius Malfoy?"

Lucius Malfoy quickly turned around and saw a young man in exquisite clothes standing there, looking at him with a smile.

The other person bowed slightly towards him, his action full of classical elegance, and his blue eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses revealed shrewdness and smile.

The other party seemed to be well aware of his attitude towards Muggles and did not extend his hand to invite him to shake hands.

Instead, he turned sideways, stretched out his right hand and pointed at the stairs beside him.

"The VIP room is on the second floor. I wanted to pick you up at the street corner, but I thought this is your first time in the City of London."

"I definitely have my own ideas and attitudes, and so do I, sir. Even though I'm younger than you, I can't keep up with the thinking of young people."

“On the first day after the renovation, I was also extremely surprised. I was afraid that I would be left behind by the times.”

The other party's words were very appropriate, silently helping Lucius Malfoy cover up the embarrassment.

This made him feel very happy, and he smiled, a rare moment when facing a Muggle.

"Yes, I have the same idea. I don't know your name yet. Can you tell me your name?"

"Of course. My name is Zachley Ward. I am your company's financial manager and I am responsible for all your foreign exchange-related financial services at HSBC."

"Please follow me sir. We have prepared what Mr. Hohenzollern wants."

This Zachary Ward had a standard professional smirk on his face and kept making a gesture of inviting people to come in.

Seeing this, Lucius Malfoy had no intention of greeting the other party and simply followed the other party's back towards the VIP room.

But when he walked through the spiral staircases made of transparent glass and several pieces of steel, he still felt a little puzzled.

I have already walked for some distance, why are those young Muggles under my feet still looking up at me?

Some even took out that thin brick and pointed it at themselves. Is there anything special about them?

Just when he was puzzled, Zachary Ward's voice came again.

"Mr. Malfoy, we're here!"