Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Hearing this, Lucius felt his throat was not dry but tight. He stared at Carl blankly.

The handsome young man in front of him was really too hard for him to understand, based on what his son had said to him.

In school, Carl is more like a naughty child who likes to play pranks on his classmates and teachers.

He makes big news from time to time, but generally speaking, apart from being a bit naughty, he is a nice guy.

But during the time I spent with him, this boy was as cold as a machine.

He always said things in a calm tone that made him shudder, like these few short words now.

But it scared him, he could predict that if Karl’s plan was really carried out, it would not take more than two years at most.

The entire British wizarding world will fall into complete chaos, and this chaos will be completely different from that during the Voldemort era.

It will be more difficult because it does not come from the threat of violence, but from the greed within every human heart.

Lucius' hands began to tremble at the thought.

Seeing this, Carl, who was standing by, smiled, took out a cigarette from his cigarette box and handed it to him, watching the other person holding it in his trembling lips.

He then took out an extremely exaggerated pure gold lighter engraved with the Hohenzollern family emblem, slid the flint and lit it for the other person himself.

Lucius took a trembling puff of the cigarette in front of him, and was choked by the pungent smoke and coughed continuously.

Carl stood aside, looking at the other person quietly, his smile never fading until the nicotine began to take effect.

He spoke slowly, letting Lucius's face begin to turn red.

"Regarding the question you asked me before, I think I can give you the answer now, why can't Muggles get rid of tobacco."

"Why can't they let go of things when they know that they will make his life worse and worse, or even threaten their lives?"

"Because, quite simply, they are not fighting against a handful of plants, they are fighting against their lives."

“In this arena called ‘life’, most people are destined to be losers from the moment they are born.”

"The only difference is how long they can last on this stage."

After Karl finished speaking, he slid the flint, lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"So, put away your timidity and cowardice. You have already sat at the poker table, and there is no possibility of withdrawing."

"If you do as I say, you will gain wealth that you can never imagine in your lifetime, just as I promised."

"As for the chaos that may arise in the future, this is not something you should worry about. After all, chaos is a ladder that can bring people who are at a high altitude down to the ground."

"It can also give people on the ground a chance to reach heights they have never dared to imagine. Don't you want to take the Malfoy family a step further?"

Lucius now completely understood why the mermaid's singing always led lonely sailors to death.

Because that kind of temptation was simply irresistible, Carl's voice seemed to have entered the depths of his mind without passing through his eardrums.

The temptation was so strong that he couldn't resist it at all, he wanted to improve so much.

He took a deep drag on the cigarette in front of him until the tobacco burned out and burned his fingers.

He threw it away and took a few deep breaths, allowing the deadly smoke to completely pass through his lungs and blend into his blood.

He suddenly stood up and nodded.

"Yes sir, I will do my best."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave, but Karl stopped him, waited for the other person to turn around, and threw the cigarette box and lighter over to him.

"I think you may need these things in your future life, so I'll give them to you as a gift. After all, Halloween is coming soon."

"Happy holidays, Mr. Malfoy. I hope the holiday gift you give me will be enough to impress me."

Hearing this, Lucius nodded silently, but couldn't help but look down at the lighter and cigarette case in his hand.

Needless to say, he had seen the lighter before, but the pattern on the cigarette box was very special.

An equilateral triangle with a circle in the middle and a straight line running through it. The Deathly Hallows, this is a very rare pattern.

And under the sterling silver cigarette box, there was a line of German engraved.

“Fur gr??ere Interessen. (For the greater good!!)”

Lucius looked at the words and savored them carefully. He felt that they were indeed good. If used as a slogan, they were still very elegant and profound.

He didn't realize that while he was standing there looking at the cigarette box, Dumbledore had finally finished his work at some point.

He had just arrived at the door of the principal's office, and when he saw the cigarette box, his eyes started twitching.

When Lucius looked up, the old man's eyes seemed to be welded to the cigarette box.

He was startled by the sudden appearance of Dumbledore, and found that the other party had been staring at his cigarette box.

For some reason, he opened the cigarette box as if possessed, took out a cigarette, handed it over, and asked tentatively.

"Would you like one, Principal?!"

This sentence woke up Dumbledore who was still in a daze. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly and waved his hands to refuse.

Then he walked quickly towards the principal's office alone.

Lucius, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw Dumbledore's agile steps, as if he was ten years younger.

It seems that the principal is healthier than he thought, and he should be able to be tormented by Carl a few more times.

In the headmaster's office, Carl, who was about to leave, saw Dumbledore rushing over.

I thought that the other party had just finished a job for me, so I wanted to say hello to him and ease the tension between us.

But before he could open his mouth, Dumbledore spoke angrily.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, how could you do this? How could you smoke and drink in the headmaster's office? I will deduct points from Hufflepuff House."

? ? ? ?

Carl, with a head full of question marks, looked at the old man in front of him in confusion, wondering what was wrong with the other man? Why did he come to pick a fight with him as soon as he entered the door?

Isn't it just increasing your workload? Isn't it to show the value of being a principal?

It’s fine that you don’t know how to be grateful, but why do you act like this when we meet?

Carl was completely confused, and at the same time, he always felt that this old guy must be hiding something from him.

The other party probably knows my life experience very well. If you want to play the mastermind game with me, you are still a little naive.

So Karl pretended to be nonchalant, crossed his legs deliberately, and said disdainfully.

"Go ahead, deduct more. If you deduct less, don't blame me for looking down on your principal."

"We Hufflepuffs have plenty of everything except points. You can deduct any points you like."

"Anyway, no matter how you calculate it, it's not our turn to win the College Cup. You can deduct points as you like, but it's such a serious violation of discipline."

"The punishment must be greater. How about deducting 100 points? If that doesn't work, then 200 points is fine."