Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Oh yes, you promised to answer my doubts for me, you promised."

Cedric murmured softly, as if he had finally come to his senses.

But while speaking, his eyes were fixed on the other unopened beef burger.

Seeing this, Carl could only sigh deeply and put another burger in front of the other person with helplessness on his face.

"Eat. Once food is present, your brain has no ability to think. No matter how much you say, it will be useless."

"Eat quickly. It's better to watch it once than to talk about it. I still have important business to do."

After saying that, Carl was even considerate enough to open the wrapping paper of the hamburger for the other party to make it clear that he allowed the other party to eat the hamburger.

There were two more people sitting on the side of the road, accompanied by the passing vehicles and the unpleasant exhaust fumes.

Finished both burgers quickly.

Before leaving, Carl left $200 for the boss and gave him some thoughtful instructions.

"Give this money to your grandmother for safekeeping. If I find you using the money to buy medicine again, Tom and the others will help me cut off the remaining three fingers on your left hand."

After saying this, under Cedric's stunned gaze, the Mexican boss took off the glove on his left hand.

Using the only three fingers he had left, he carefully put the $200 into his arms.

"Did you really cut off his fingers?" Cedric asked in surprise.

What greeted him was not an answer. He was rudely stuffed into the car by Karl. When he turned around again.

Carl, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had already fastened his seat belt. He turned the key to start the engine, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

As the dilapidated wooden houses disappeared through the car window, the car was no longer visible.

Carl, who was sitting in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel with his left hand, supported his face with his right hand, and looked ahead and muttered.

"Take a good look at the dark side of this country. I cut off two fingers of that guy."

"But it saved his life, because otherwise he would have been addicted to opioids and couldn't get out of it."

"His grandmother should have died a long time ago due to his domestic violence."

As Karl said this and the car engine roared, the true face of this neighborhood slowly appeared in front of Cedric.

The first thing that catches your eye is Williamsburg. The walls of the surrounding buildings are covered with colorful graffiti left behind by the hippie movement in the 70s.

However, as time passes by, art’s former glory is long gone, replaced by dilapidated storefronts.

There were homeless people everywhere. In front of an old coffee shop, several black teenagers in ostentatious clothes were smashing the windows of the coffee shop with baseball bats.

When they saw Carl's car, they stopped what they were doing and made a strange salute gesture towards the car.

"Are they saluting us?" Cedric asked doubtfully.

Carl, who was driving with one hand, had a smug smile on his face. He raised his right hand and pointed forward, laughing.

"Of course! They are all my men, welcome to Brooklyn, welcome to my neighborhood."

As soon as the words fell, the afternoon sun slowly set and night fell.

A white Honda sedan was speeding through the dim streets. In the distance, the sound of sirens and jazz music from the bar could be heard.

Carl was driving very slowly, it would have been more like he was taking a walk with the vehicle than driving.

Cedric, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a completely silent look on his face at this moment, observing every corner of the street.

Completely different from before the sun sets, when night falls, it feels as if every street is in darkness.

There is some hidden sin inside, and there is a faint smell of blood in the air.

The streets, which are deserted during the day, become bustling at night with countless young boys and girls dressed in strange clothes.

Groups of people gathered around bonfires, holding various alcoholic beverages and tube-shaped objects he had never seen before.

Smoke is a standard feature of this group of people. Shrouded in the sweet smoke, their expressions begin to change from normal to blurred.

In the end, they were like the walking dead, gathered together and reveled wildly as if possessed by ghosts.

As the vehicle drives along, the surrounding scenery is constantly changing. The once prosperous industrial area is now left with only empty factories and rusty machines.

In those abandoned houses, one or two people can be seen from time to time, and they are as thin as skeletons.

They gathered together and injected some liquid into their arms with dirty syringes.

Then his body began to twitch and eventually he fell to the ground.

Finally, in front of a freshly painted factory building, Carl stepped on the brakes and got out of the car with an expressionless face.

He opened the car door for Cedric and patted his face.

"Wake up, we're here."

Cedric got out of the car as if he had just woken up from a dream, stood there looking at the two people lying on the ground in the distance, hesitated for a long time and asked.

"What's wrong with them? Should we call a doctor for them?"

Hearing this, Karl also glanced in that direction, then snorted coldly and shook his head.

"No, when night falls, not to mention doctors, even the police may not be willing to go deep into the community."

"Those two guys must have bought impure drugs. It looks like they won't survive the night. Let's go. We still have things to do."

"What did you say?" Cedric grabbed Carl's right hand, stared at him in disbelief, and asked with a hint of expectation.

"Can you guarantee that these crimes have nothing to do with you?"

Carl, whose right hand was held, slowly turned his head to look at Cedric and asked with a mocking smile.

"Haven't you read about this in books? I thought you were prepared for the destructive power of words."

"Wouldn't it be better to see it with your own eyes?"

"It's different." Cedric tried to deny it.

“What’s the difference?” Carl’s tone also became tough. “The two guys lying there, and the people who died on that land in Gaza.”

"There is no fundamental difference. Yesterday you saw the best of this country."

"Today you have only seen the other side of the coin. It is just two sides of the same coin. There is no need to feel scared, nervous or guilty."

"Be brave, I believe in you."

"What about you?" Cedric asked again, "You haven't answered my question just now. Do these have anything to do with you?"

"Which problem is it? Is it yesterday's problem or just now's problem?"

Karl didn't rush to answer, but pointed to the open factory gate.

"Come on, I'll tell you the answers to both questions inside."