Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Carl stood up and pulled out a chair gentlemanly, asking Rita Skeeter to sit opposite him, and then began to recount the story in detail and truthfully.

What great contribution did Professor Quirrell make in the magic spell he invented to cure constipation?

Thanks to the existence of the memory palace, Carl can perfectly describe Professor Quirrell's life after being hit by the curse.

The whole process from him to ejaculating in the middle of the classroom was described in great detail and detail.

"You must report truthfully, not missing any details, and strive to use the power of words."

"Let all readers perfectly recreate the scene I just described in their minds."

Carl said calmly, and at the same time snapped his fingers and pushed a cup of sweet and delicious hot cocoa in front of Rita Skeeter.

The old lady looked at the steaming and somewhat sticky dark brown liquid in front of her, and her stomach couldn't help but start to move.

He covered his mouth and turned sideways, ready to vomit.

"Please note that this is my office. The carpet under your feet is worth hundreds of years."

"If you accidentally stain it, your year's salary may not be enough to compensate for it."

Carl said calmly.

Hearing this, Rita Skeeter suppressed the nausea in her mind and tried hard to control her digestive tract.

After trying for a long time, she finally swallowed back what she was about to vomit. She turned her head with a bitter face, looked at the handsome boy in front of her and said helplessly.

"No problem sir, I will do as you say. If there is nothing else, can I leave here?"

She really didn’t want to stay here any longer, not to mention how disgusting the process Karl had just described was.

It was this young man himself that made her feel immense pressure.

Karl looked at the bitter-faced aunt in front of him and smiled contemptuously. He probably guessed that the other party should have realized her own status by now.

Know what you should and should not do. Since you are willing to listen, then follow the three steps of treating, beheading, and accepting as a dog.

It's time to give the other party a sweet treat, but before that, I still have to scare her a little.

So he asked casually.

"I heard that you wrote a story about Dumbledore and the first Dark Lord Grindelwald a long time ago."

"In your story, you described the two as a pair of lovers who loved and hated each other. This was Grindelwald's original intention to rule the wizarding world."

"Just to make Dumbledore look at me differently, right?"

Hearing this, Rita Skeeter suddenly panicked. She instinctively thought that Carl was looking for her to hold her accountable.

He waved his hands hurriedly.

"That was just a piece of gossip. If it offended the principal, I am willing to issue a clarification report immediately."

"Please let me go, I will do as you say."

When she got excited, the aunt almost knelt down to Karl.

But Karl waved his hands repeatedly and pretended to be surprised.

"What are you doing? I have never threatened you. There has never been a direct threat in my words."

"As a journalist, you should always stick to facts. I am not asking you to issue a clarification report when I raise this issue."

"I just want you to use your talent to write a piece of gossip about me and Headmaster Dumbledore."

Rita Skeeter was completely stunned. She looked at the boy in front of her in disbelief.

Her brain froze a little, but this was also the first time she carefully observed Carl's appearance, the golden hair and jewel-like blue eyes.

With her angular, delicate and deep facial features, the old lady couldn't help swallowing her saliva in a moment.

I've already started to imagine some extremely vulgar scenes in my mind.

Karl, who was sitting opposite, also noticed the other person's slight change in expression. His face suddenly turned cold and he spoke slowly.

"If you continue to have such wild thoughts, I will tie your hands and feet and throw you into the Forbidden Forest to be a meal for magical creatures."

"After all, feeding those magical animals cost me a lot of money."

These words immediately brought Rita Skeeter back to reality from her imagination. She awkwardly touched her big face which looked like it was covered with putty.

"I'm sorry, it's just professional custom, but if you want me to do something, please give me a general creative direction."

"There are still scales that can be created, and I will do my best to help you accomplish them."

Hearing this, Karl just said lightly.

"There is no limit to the scale. As for the direction of the creation, try to link my mysterious background with our beloved principal."

"Doesn't he want to be my guardian? Then let him fulfill this responsibility. After all, there is no free lunch in the world."

"If there is a problem with the ward, he should come out and take some responsibility."

He stared into the other person's eyes and said with a smile.

"Don't be so nervous. These are just two simple things. As long as you help me do it, I will reward you handsomely."

"Let alone the incident behind this, this is already big news. You didn't return empty-handed today."

"And after working with me, you will no longer be limited to being just a small reporter."

"Only by following the right people can you make progress faster, right?"

Carl's words made Rita Skeeter's eyes light up, and she finally remembered.

The handsome boy in front of me is not just a student, it is no exaggeration.

The two hottest topics in the British wizarding world right now are Hearthstone magic cards and the Absolute Blade No. 1 broomstick.

They were all the work of the other party, including the Wizarding Cornucopia Foundation, which had only been established for less than half a year but had already become quite large in the wizarding world.

There was also the other person's shadow faintly behind her. Only now did she understand why Professor McGonagall was so confident in letting her be alone with him.

It turns out that from the very beginning, I was not a heavyweight at all compared to the young man in front of me.

So she nodded quickly and tried her best to assure him.

"No problem sir, I will go back to my work now and will definitely not let you down, no matter how much Professor Quirrell contributes."

"As for the relationship between you and Headmaster Dumbledore, I will definitely report it truthfully and objectively."

Looking at the other party's sincere assurance, Carl nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that he really got a good dog today.

In the public opinion circle of the British wizarding world, there is also a good knife that can be used directly.

So he took out a bottle of fine sherry from his ring and personally took out two transparent wine glasses.

After filling their glasses, they stood up, picked up the glass and handed it to the other person, then clinked glasses with each other.

"Wish us happy cooperation."

"Of course!!" Rita Skeeter was still a little nervous after clinking glasses.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little curious, so she asked softly.

"Dear sir, with your strength, there is absolutely no need to do this. Why did you do this?"

Hearing this question, Karl had no intention of hiding it. He shook his wine glass and spoke slowly.

"It's actually very simple, because I'm afraid I can't handle all the things I want to do by myself."

"My current identity is a criminal on bail pending trial. I want to get rid of this identity. I've had enough of playing the game of being a student in school."

"It's time to do something truly meaningful, so I need a chance to erase the prisoner identity in me."

"My status as a prisoner is like a flame. I have two ways to solve this problem. One is to deliver enough benefits to the Ministry of Magic."

"Just like putting out a fire with water, another option is to drop a bomb directly on the fire."

"The explosion will exhaust the air, and the flames will naturally go out. Of the two options, I choose the latter."