Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Have you memorized all the details?"

In cell 001 at the bottom of the underground of the British Ministry of Magic, Carl sat behind his desk, looking at the fat woman in front of him with a cold face.

This cell was originally designed to detain the most dangerous prisoners awaiting trial as determined by the British Ministry of Magic.

In the entire room, except for a few holes on the front door for ventilation, there are no windows on the surrounding walls.

The black tiled interior of the walls was mixed with numerous spells to prevent escape, the Anti-Apparition Charm being just the basics.

According to the information Carl obtained, there were even some ancient spells that he had never heard of.

The effect is a bit like the "forbidden magic stone" in fantasy novels, which can prevent the prisoner from using his own magic power.

Without external help, it is basically impossible for any wizard to escape from this cell.

The moment Carl was arrested from Hogwarts, Cornelius Fudge could not wait to throw him into this cell.

This guy even applied to the International Confederation of Wizards and transferred several powerful international Aurors to guard the key roads around the cell.

He also specifically told the international Aurors not to have any conversation with him.

But apart from that, this guy didn't restrict Carl's freedom too much in a space of more than 100 square meters.

His living life was not much different from that in the Hogwarts dormitory.

His bed, his desk, and his wardrobe were all moved here intact, along with the pot of blue tulips in the corner of the desk.

"All the details have been recorded, Mr. Hohenzollern." Rita Skeeter shook her sore wrist.

After putting away the pen, he handed over the notebook he was carrying.

"Would you like to take a look?" There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

She really couldn't bear it anymore. She usually used her magical feather pen.

It could be automatically recorded just by dictating, but in this house, she wrote it down with a pen like a Muggle.

She hadn't written so many words for a long time since she graduated from school.

“No need.” Karl did not take her notebook, but just waved his hand and said.

"If you think it's okay, you can leave, of course, in the days that follow."

"If there are any mistakes in public opinion, you will be responsible for it yourself. I am not the kind of leader who likes to play riddles."

"I will always give the most direct instructions to my subordinates, but if they fail to complete them, they will also receive the due punishment."

Rita Skeeter swallowed, looked at the boy in iron chains and shackles in front of her, and retracted the foot that was about to step forward.

I plan to check it carefully again to avoid any omissions, and at the same time try my best to find out the other party's true intentions.

If we talk about Rita Skeeter's understanding of Carl a few days ago.

He still has the image of a boy with extraordinary strength and who has his own power.

So after the Battle of Hogwarts, after Voldemort and the ten dark wizards were burned to ashes by their opponents.

She already knew very well that the boy in front of her was not just talking.

If you really did something wrong or failed to complete the other party's task.

Then his own fate would definitely not be much better than Voldemort's.

So she began to check carefully every word in the notebook, even the punctuation marks.

After confirming it, he did not forget to pretend to say something long-winded.

"No problem. I will definitely do what you asked. As for using public opinion, let's make the whole thing bigger first."

"The case was made known to the entire British wizarding community, and then it was reported truthfully and broadcast live."

"Using the new technology you invented, this will be the first time that the British wizarding world will broadcast a live video broadcast of the Wizengamot Council's trial process."

"It's just that the director of FN Magic News TV has not been determined yet. Who should we follow in the future?"

Carl raised his head slightly and smiled contemptuously at Rita Skeeter.

"Until the station director is confirmed, you will temporarily serve as the acting station director. This is what I did before the Battle of Hogwarts."

"I have already told Mr. Malfoy that you should report tomorrow, but did you miss something that I emphasized just now?"

When Rita Skeeter heard that she could act as the station director, her face turned red like uncooked bacon.

It immediately blossomed into a greasy flower and said hurriedly, pretending to have just remembered something.

"How is that possible? I just think these things involve your privacy after all, so I don't want to emphasize it too much."

"Don't worry, as a professional journalist, I have mastered the techniques of video editing."

"I will handle every line or every second of the scene that you don't want to reveal."

"I will protect your reputation."

"I don't need to protect my reputation," Karl said emphatically, "I just want to cut off some boring people's inappropriate associations."

"That's it! That's it!!" Rita Skeeter responded repeatedly, but her expression was a little strange.

She thought that if such a beautiful clip was sold separately, it would probably be worth a lot of money.

As soon as she thought of Karl's cold blue eyes, all the fat in her body shuddered.

I had no choice but to give up this idea and plan to stay at home and enjoy it slowly.

After both parties got what they wanted, Rita Skeeter immediately packed up her things and left.

After all, Karl’s current identity is still a suspect awaiting trial, so it is not illegal for her to visit him.

But time is limited after all, and I can't be the only guest of Mr. Hohenzollern.

Sure enough, as soon as this guy walked out of the cell and came to the corridor, he saw old Barty Crouch walking towards him, surrounded by four Aurors.

There was no intersection between the two. If there was any intersection, it was when Barty Crouch Sr.'s son Barty Crouch Jr. was discovered to be a Death Eater.

Rita Skeeter, out of professional habit, wrote several articles to add insult to injury.

So when they met today, Rita Skeeter couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Hello, Vice President. You may not know me, I am..."

She wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the other party's wave. Old Barty Crouch continued walking forward without even turning his head.

Only after turning the next corner and disappearing did Rita Skeeter turn around and leave awkwardly.

In the cell, Carl had already placed two glasses of wine on the desk as soon as old Barty Crouch walked in.

He stood up with a smile, raised a glass of wine and toasted the other person.

"How does it feel to be a hero Mr. Barty Crouch, oh no, now I shouldn't call you that."

"You are now the deputy chief judge of the Wizengamot Council, a real senior official."