Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

December 12th, Christmas Eve.

Austria, Nurmengard Castle.

Although it is called a castle, this building is more like a huge tower standing in the majestic Alps.

There is no human habitation within a radius of dozens of kilometers. The majestic buildings under the reflection of the setting sun make people feel lonely and sad.

It was as if the entire building had been forgotten in a corner of this world.

The loneliness was not broken until a loud whistle was heard in the sky, and a black figure appeared, like a black sword.

It cut through the white cloth of snowstorm in the sky and flew quickly towards the castle.

The other party seemed to be in a playful mood, riding on a flying broom in such bad weather, constantly showing off various difficult skills.

With one final emergency brake, the plane landed smoothly in the square outside the castle.

He rolled off his broomstick and walked over to a handsome young man, who carefully checked the items he had with him.

Then he walked towards the castle excitedly. When he arrived at the castle gate, he couldn't help but look up and look at the line of words on the door frame.

He immediately perked up, stood up straight and read aloud.

"For the greater good!!"

When he said this, the boy's eyes seemed to be full of brilliance, like a lost person who found his way home.

His steps were firm and light as he quickly climbed the stairs toward the top of the tower.

Coming to the top floor of the tower, there is a small room with no luxurious decoration inside.

The surrounding walls were covered with spots of mildew, and there was no obstruction in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The cold wind blowing from the Alps swept mercilessly into every corner of the room.

The wind also made the hair of the old man curled up in the corner of the room flutter.

"Master, these are all the issues of the British Daily Prophet for the past month. I brought them to him as you instructed."

Looking at the old man, the young man said respectfully with one hand folded across his chest.

"You don't have to deliver it in person. You can let the owl do the job. Besides, I'm not your master."

"You are the International Auror of Austria, Sebastian Rosier. My time has come to an end."

The old man spoke lightly, continuing to squat in the corner of the room, looking at the snow-capped mountains outside the window with empty eyes.

But the young man named Sebastian seemed very excited. He hurriedly found the Christmas special issue from a pile of newspapers.

He was extremely excited and spoke in a panic.

"No, Master. The Rosier family will always be your loyal subordinates. And you succeeded. Your magic was successful."

"Your bloodline has been continued, our era has not ended, and the young master now controls the entire Hogwarts."

"That old man Dumbledore will definitely be defeated by Grindelwald's bloodline."

It's no wonder that Sebastian was so excited. Compared to the useless trash in the British wizarding world, being tormented by an idiot who only knew how to kill was quite a hassle.

In the entire European wizarding world, everyone knows that Albus Dumbledore’s greatest achievement was defeating his master, Gellert Grindelwald.

It was also because of that damn old thing that the master imprisoned himself in this high tower.

It also led to the collapse of the then-prosperous Saints' Church, with many comrades dying or fleeing.

As time passed, Grindelwald's reputation was gradually forgotten by the wizarding world.

To the extent that a piece of trash of that level appeared in the British magical world, and was called the second Dark Lord by those people in Britain.

Thinking of this, Sebastian became a little angry. Voldemort, this title is quite famous.

As a result, this guy accomplished nothing except causing some trouble to old Dumbledore.

What's even more ridiculous is that this bastard actually died at the hands of a child, which really tarnished the name of the Dark Lord.

Sebastian recalled angrily until a loud laugh brought him back to reality.

"My prediction has come true. Fate has finally started to favor me. Humph! Al, I am the winner in the end."

“I won!!!!”

Grindelwald laughed wildly, and his hearty laughter continued to echo in the surrounding valleys.

Sebastian was also extremely excited, and his eyes were a little wet, as a young man who grew up in the Rosier family.

Although he is still young, he is a deep-seated supporter of Grindelwald's ideas.

The opportunity that his ancestors and parents never waited for has now come to him.

He asked tremblingly

"Master, you are finally willing to lead us again. What should we do first and where should we start?"

"The British Ministry of Magic is very far away from us, and there is that old fellow Dumbledore there. It doesn't seem to be a wise choice to go over and confront them head-on."

"How about we take down the Austrian Ministry of Magic first? Master, please rest assured that after years of development, it will not be a problem to take down the Austrian Ministry of Magic."

Listening to the other party's loyal speech, Grindelwald couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. To be honest, he had never seriously considered this issue.

After seeing Carl's photo in the newspaper, his first subconscious thought was to return to England as soon as possible.

Go meet Dumbledore and tease him a bit.

Although he had received Vita's report a long time ago that she had found the child, in his heart.

He found it a little hard to believe, or perhaps he was a little afraid to face the fact.

Nearly half a century had passed, and he had built a high wall in his heart. He hid behind the wall, unwilling to be exposed to what was happening in the outside world.

This once high-spirited Dark Lord had long since had his edges smoothed out by time.

So much so that when his dream came true, his first reaction was not happiness, but fear and even a desire to escape.

To this day, he looks at the newspaper reports, especially after the photo of Carl sitting in the principal's office.

Only then was Grindelwald finally willing to walk out of the high wall in his heart and prepare to leave the cage in reality.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at the excited young man in front of him, and the expression on his face changed again.

In less than a moment, the old man who had just been escaping from the real world seemed to have instantly become 50 years younger.

He once again became the Dark Lord who made the entire European magical world tremble.

He opened his lips slightly, his tone slow and firm.

"Don't make this public yet. It's not the time to raise a big flag. I'm going to England first to meet the child."

"I leave Austria to you. No one is allowed to touch Dumbledore. He belongs to me!!"

Hearing this, Sebastian was extremely excited. He straightened his back, put his right hand on his chest, and shouted loudly.

"For the greater good, I will give you my heart, and I will prepare it now."

Looking at his subordinates who turned and left with excitement on their faces, Grindelwald couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, as he knew his subordinates very well.

He liked to think about something in his mind, but it didn’t matter to him now. He bent down and picked up the newspaper on the ground.

Gently stroking the photo of Dumbledore published in the newspaper, his eyes were empty and blurry.

"Al, I really missed you!!"