Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Um...this..." Carl looked embarrassed. If the other professors really didn't know about Voldemort's existence, Dumbledore was pretending to be ignorant even though he knew the truth.

As for Voldemort, Carl may be the only one who cannot avoid this issue, because he was the one who caused all this.

Professor Snape was very aware of this, otherwise he would not have stared at him with that kind of eyes.

Now that the matter involves Harley, he has no way of avoiding it anymore and can only speak up.

"Professor, this isn't a big problem. Hasn't the person been caught?"

"Besides, this isn't a big problem. Just be careful next time. If nothing else, I'll go back to sleep."

Having said that, Carl was ready to stand up and run away, but before he took two steps, Professor Snape, who had a gloomy face behind him, roared.

"Stop right there. Is this matter so simple? You know better than me what Voldemort wants to do to Harry."

"I can wait for the money, but when it comes to Harley's safety, I can't compromise no matter what."

"If you can't give me a satisfactory answer today, don't even think about going back."

After he finished speaking, Professor Snape waved his hand gently, the door of the office slammed shut, and the skull lanterns on both sides of the door suddenly lit up.

The green firelight shone through the hollow skull hole, making Carl feel creepy. He turned away with embarrassment on his face.

Looking at Professor Snape's dark face, he scratched his head helplessly, and then stood there in a daze without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party was about to cheat, Professor Snape was furious. He stared at Carl and questioned him.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought of this situation. You know that Voldemort can find a host again."

"But it was all your doing, Mr. Hohenzollern. It was you who asked Lucius to secretly hand over the diary to you."

"It was you who placed the diary next to the Weasley family's burrow through a series of means. It was you who caused all of this."

"What on earth do you want to do? Do you want to murder your classmates with the help of Voldemort?"

"Murder? Don't put it in such harsh terms, professor?" Carl smiled bitterly and spread his hands helplessly.

"You know, although I'm not a good person, I'm definitely not a jerk who likes to force others to do things."

"I prefer to give others choices, and then watch them choose the path I have arranged for them after a fierce struggle."

"I'm not a psychopath who only knows how to use violence."

"Haha!" Professor Snape sneered disdainfully and stared at Carl with his eyes slanted.

"Would you mind listening to what you are saying? There is a living example before you, dear Mr. Hohenzollern."

"Or in your opinion, I cannot be considered a human being."

"Please don't say that. I never said that."

Karl waved his hands hurriedly, looking extremely anxious, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Seeing this scene, Professor Snape felt his cheeks twitching wildly, and he stared at the bastard in front of him.

It is very clear that the other party is using this trick to take revenge on me.

Revenge for what he had said to him in his own home before, that vengeful bastard.

"Okay, let's not discuss that question for now."

Seeing that Professor Snape was about to explode, Carl didn't intend to continue the discussion. He quickly changed the subject and spoke seriously.

"What I said just now was not a joke. I did put the diary next to the Weasleys' house."

"But what you don't know is that I didn't just take out the diary and throw it on the ground."

"Instead, it was locked with a very elaborate lock on the outside, and there was a sign on the lock warning the other party that this was a dangerous item."

"Haha!" Professor Snape sneered again, "Are you trying to excuse yourself?"

"Don't you find this little trick disgusting? An underage boy sees this kind of dangerous goods with obvious signs."

"I'm afraid the first reaction would definitely not be to run away. Instead, they would go up and check out out of curiosity."

"Rather than a warning, this is more like a seduction."

"What if I told you that Ron unlocked the lock himself?"

Faced with Professor Snape's accusations, Carl was not angry, but took out something like a square box from his ring.

He threw it on the desk and said calmly.

"Luban Lock is an educational toy from the ancient East. It takes a lot of patience to unlock it."

"An average teenager needs to spend at least two hours a day without any instruction manual."

“It took almost a month of continuous effort to unlock it.”

Karl stretched out his fingers and tapped slowly on the table, with a weird smile on his lips.

"One month, half of the vacation. If it were an ordinary teenager with a lot of energy, it would be impossible for him to spend so much time."

"To unlock this boring toy, there is only one possibility, that is, the Luban lock shell sealed with dense silver metal and magic runes."

"He can also feel someone's call and temptation. Dear professor, you know much more about this than I do."

"Can you tell me why this is happening?"

Hearing this, Professor Snape's expression became even uglier, and his whole face was terribly gloomy. Of course, he knew the reason.

Ever since they had a conversation a long time ago, this bastard in front of him accidentally told him that Voldemort had split his soul into many parts.

Possessed various objects and created the legendary Horcruxes.

He began to intensify his research on this strange magic. As his research progressed, he discovered that this magic had very powerful side effects.

Not only will it cause the soul to split and make the person's mind unstable, but what's even more ridiculous is those Horcruxes that were created with so much effort.

In fact, it doesn't have much effect. This thing is like some parasites that emit spores.

It must be attached to the mother body to be effective, which means that either someone keeps these Horcruxes well and offers the mother body prepared in advance after receiving the order.

Directly help the other party to parasitize, and care for the other party and slowly devour the mother body until it is fully resurrected.

But unfortunately, Voldemort doesn't trust anyone at all, so this road is a dead end.

Apart from this path, what the Horcruxes can do is to emit unique smells like some animals to attract the parasitic mother and slowly take the bait.

What Voldemort is best at is arousing the darkness and ambition in people's hearts.

But he just couldn't understand where the boy who looked dull on weekdays had so much darkness and ambition in his heart.