Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Heart-breaking!" Old Crouch repeated this word he had never heard before, and looked at Carl with some confusion.

Carl explained patiently.

"This is a transliteration of an ancient Eastern word. You can understand it as a more brutal psychological killing of a person."

"After all, the destruction and pain of the body have their limits, but the trauma and regret of the soul can continue endlessly."

"I think you may have more say on this point than I do."

These words sobered old Crouch up a lot. He thought about it silently for a while and felt that the boy was right.

In the past 11 years, nearly 4000 days and nights, he has lived in regret and self-blame all the time.

It felt like someone was taking a knife and cutting off every piece of flesh and blood from my body, one by one.

And I will not die, every time I wake up from a dream, the sun rises and shines on my face.

The flesh that had been cut off would grow back again until midnight, when he fell asleep and the punishment would begin again.

So he looked at Karl and asked without hesitation.

"Then what are you going to do? Killing those two guys would be too easy for them."

Seeing that his customers were very satisfied with his concept, Carl also analyzed it in detail with great satisfaction.

"Don't be in a hurry. If you want to completely kill a person's spirit, you must first figure out what they care about most."

"If he is a lovelorn person, take away his lover. If he is a man with ideals, use reality to force him to give up his ideals."

"If he is a greedy person, then make him lose everything. You must first understand this. This time you answer it."

Hearing this, old Crouch thought silently for a while, then spoke slowly.

"Power. For Cornelius Fudge and the toad under him, nothing matters more than power."

"Compared to his wife, I think our Minister may love his position more."

"The same goes for that toad. Without the support of the Minister, she will become that self-deprecating and pathetic piece of trash again."

"That's perfect, Mr. Crouch." Carl applauded the other party's answer and exclaimed while clapping.

"You are absolutely right. What these two guys care about most is their positions and power, so we must take these two away."

"It turned Cornelius Fudge from a Minister of Magic who was out of reach for ordinary people into a criminal who was hated by everyone."

"Let that noisy toad, who is bullying others, go back to where it belongs, like cleaning the toilet."

As he said this, Carl stopped clapping and continued to look at old Crouch and asked.

"That's great. After we figure out the goal, we need to figure out the means of doing things. But I like to talk about that first."

"Let me talk to my customers first about the success rate of our project. After all, there is absolutely no hope of success."

“No matter how hard you try, it’s just self-satisfaction.”

"Please tell me."

Old Crouch also got into Carl's rhythm and started asking for advice without any nonsense.

Karl didn't mean to beat around the bush and directly took out a thick stack of file bags from his ring.

After throwing it in front of the other person, he drank quietly on the side.

Old Crouch took the file bag and opened it one by one to examine it carefully. As he read more, his eyes became wider and wider.

Finally, he couldn't help but stood up and stared at Karl in amazement.

"These are all your pawns planted in the Ministry of Magic. How is this possible? How could you infiltrate the Ministry of Magic to this extent?"

Looking at old Crouch's surprised expression, Carl smiled and shook his head.

"You think too highly of me, Mr. Crouch. I have only been in the British wizarding world for less than a year. How could I possibly achieve this?"

"These are simply the Ministry officials who have issues with Mr. Fudge. They are the force we need to unite."

Hearing this, old Crouch finally reacted. He was silent for a long time before he slowly and tentatively asked.

"Your target is the entire British Ministry of Magic, not just that stupid pig Fudge."

"You finally guessed it right."

Carl gave a smug smile, then immediately changed his expression and said with disdain.

"Of course. I've spent so much money and supported so many people this year, isn't it just for this moment?"

"Could it be that a person like you is so naive to think that my goal is just to become the richest man in the wizarding world?"

"I can tell you frankly that what I want to gain is not just the British Ministry of Magic, but the entire wizarding world."

"I will bring about a revolution, and the first question of the revolution is to figure out who are our friends and who are our enemies."

"Don't worry, the position of Minister of Magic will definitely belong to you. I need someone with authority to make the transition."

"You are really crazy! You are crazier than Voldemort." Old Crouch was a little out of control.

"Even Voldemort could not have imagined that you would have such a crazy idea to control the entire wizarding world."

Karl was unmoved, he just raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the other person, and said calmly.

"Please sit down Mr. Crouch, I am not that stupid, nor am I a psychopath like Voldemort."

"Racism should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago. My approach is much gentler."

"Can't you feel the changes I have brought to the British wizarding world?"

As he spoke, Carl made a gesture for someone to sit down, and old Crouch sat down again with his hands and feet stiff like a puppet.

After seeing the other party sit down, Karl continued.

"Well, in this great journey, we must take the first step firmly and practice with the British Ministry of Magic first."

"Let's continue our conversation, regarding the details of how you remembered the British Minister of Magic, first you need to have exposure."

"There needs to be enough public opinion to make everyone remember you, the war hero who has been forgotten in the corner."

"It seems you already have a plan." Old Crouch laughed at himself. He had already boarded the pirate ship and wanted to jump off midway.

It has long been impossible, especially if I had a falling out with this little kid in front of me at this time.

Then the entire British wizarding world would no longer have a place for them.

But even so, he still asked cautiously.

"Whatever you want to do, even if Cornelius Fudge is stupid, he is still very sensitive about political issues."

“I wouldn’t have gotten the exposure you’re talking about without a good reason.”

Faced with this question, Karl slowly pointed a finger at himself, smiled and spoke slowly.

"Then if, as the former head of the Auror Enforcement Department, a well-known hardliner during Voldemort's time, he has arrested another important and dangerous person."

"Or to put it another way, the arrest of a future Dark Lord is probably a hot topic."

"Who?" Old Crouch's throat was a little dry due to nervousness. He was not stupid and he knew the answer, but he still asked the question.

Carl said it very easily.

“The de facto controller of many companies in the British wizarding world, the most unique genius and the most dangerous student in Hogwarts in the past hundred years.”

"How about Karl Hohenzollern, the adopted son of Headmaster Dumbledore and the dark wizard who killed Voldemort on the spot?"