Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After hearing these words, all the other male wizards present felt their anuses tighten. Who said that men have no empathy with each other?

Everyone felt sincere sympathy for the wizard who was taken away.

At the same time, this sentence has become the last straw that broke the camel's back and the psychological defense line of many people.

Under the double blow of physical pain and fear of the future, he completely collapsed.

They all raised their hands to show that they were willing to compromise and sign, and the Aurors in black didn't waste any words and took out the magic contract documents that they had prepared long ago.

And a magic pen, each one pressing the other person's head and watching them sign their name on the contract.

Just like that, in just 10 minutes, the crowd that had previously been aggressive and stated that they would defend their rights to the death was gone.

They all signed their names on the contract that sold out their own interests, and then limped away from the scene, supporting each other.

After the Aurors cleaned up the scene and left, the small business owners hid deep in the store and dared not come out.

Then he walked out of the store and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar street in front of him. The midday sun was very warm, but the street was still very desolate, as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't expect the British Ministry of Magic to be so efficient. If only they had achieved this efficiency a year in advance."

“Maybe everything wouldn’t have come to this point.”

In the rooftop office of the First Savings Bank in the wizarding world, Kevin Lestrange looked at the desolate street below and said with some emotion.

“Not to mention a year ago, everyone would know what to do.” Carl, who was sitting opposite him, also looked at the street under his feet and said slowly with a disdainful expression on his face.

"In fact, many bosses of bankrupt companies also know how to save their own companies. In the final analysis, it is just a matter of dividing the pie."

"80% of those Aurors were clearly opposed to carrying out this mission before last night, because of the ordinary wizards they were about to wield sticks against."

"Many of them were once classmates or friends. After all, the British wizarding world is so small, and the relationships between people are still very close."

"But when they come home and see a bonus that's equivalent to 12 months of their normal salary, the mental transition is not that difficult."

Carl poured himself a glass of wine and poured Kevin Lestrange a diet coke, then stood up from his chair.

He walked slowly to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. At his feet was the most prosperous commercial street in the entire British wizarding world, even though there was not a single pedestrian on the street at this moment.

He looked down at the street below him with a smug smile on his face.

“I used to think that in some movies and novels, when the villain or the protagonist reaches the highest point of a city.”

"Looking at the city below, I always feel like the city is under my feet. At the time, I always felt that this was just a distorted emotion."

"But after going through so much, I suddenly feel that sometimes you can never give an accurate answer if you don't experience something."

As he said this, he drank the red wine in his hand, turned around and looked at Kevin Lestrange with a smile.

"I'll leave the matter here to you. Make this street prosperous as soon as possible. I believe it will be easy to do with your ability."

"Don't deal with other things, just comfort a middle-aged man who has lost everything."

Kevin Lestrange looked up at Carl, thought for a moment and said with some confusion.

"You mean Lucius Malfoy? You've already taken everything from him, why rub salt into the wound?"

"Besides, Malfoy, who has nothing, is of no value to you, just like those ordinary wizards who have nothing."

"Shouldn't you stand here and enjoy the fruits of your victory?"

"You have just won over the entire British wizarding world. No matter how it looks on paper, this place is now yours."

"This is what Voldemort dreamed of. He killed so many people but never achieved his goal."

"Although you used violence, not even a drop of blood was spilled on the ground. Shouldn't you enjoy that?"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Hearing this, Carl suddenly burst into laughter. He looked at Kevin Lestrange with a distorted expression and shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Lestrange, I have to admit that in many ways, you are a unique genius."

"You have the extraordinary talents that many people dream of, unparalleled calculation ability, superb memory, and a mind that is always focused and calm."

"And that endless desire for knowledge. Unfortunately, like Cedric, you are sometimes easily deceived by the surface of things."

"You, like those people in the Ministry, have always seen me as another Voldemort, but in a bloodless way."

"To achieve the goal of ruling the British wizarding world, that's not wrong, but it's definitely not my fundamental goal."

"So what is your ultimate purpose?" Kevin Lestrange's expression did not change, but there was a hint of urgency in his tone.

It was obvious that he was eager to get the answer to this question.

Carl heard the urgency in the other party's tone, so he didn't intend to beat around the bush and spoke directly.

"My fundamental purpose is always people, people who have nothing and have mortgaged their entire future."

"If I use the term you just mentioned, my real target is that group of ordinary wizards who now seem to be useless and have no future and nothing."

“My target has always been them, a group of poor people who have nothing.”

"Why???"

Kevin Lestrange's tone became more urgent, and his expression changed slightly.

Carl still had a smile on his face, but this smile that usually looked warm now revealed an unspeakable coldness.

His voice was the same way, it was creepy to hear.

"No reason. This is essentially the fundamental purpose of the system I use, as many people in the Muggle world think."

"The biggest wealth of the super-rich is their ever-rising stocks and their luxurious estates in Beverly Hills."

“Or maybe it’s those rare watches, private jets, sports cars, yachts, but in fact, those are the biggest wealth of the top rich.”

"In fact, it is they themselves, a sufficient number of poor people, who are excellent laborers and creators of future technology."

“Producers of surplus value, consumers of products, they can have countless titles, but the only thing they cannot own is the future.”

“They create the future but do not enjoy it. This is the greatest wealth.”