Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

“Isn’t this still a business?”

Cedric sighed helplessly and blew away the steam coming out of the tea in front of him.

In the distance, the setting sun is slowly disappearing over the Black Sea. As night falls, the summer heat gradually subsides.

The gentle breeze brought the coolness of the seashore into this dead forest.

Countless gantries and steel structure equipment let out mournful cries under the blowing of the sea breeze.

Various red stains of rust spread wantonly on the surface, including two giant warships that had not yet been completed and were parked in the two largest docks.

On one of the ski-jump deck battleships, there is an exquisite small wooden table in the bridge command tower.

On the small wooden table, the unique Russian "samovar" was emitting steam.

The elegant and exquisite copper body is decorated with large flower patterns that Russians like.

This pattern style was once quite popular in the northeastern cities of a certain large Eastern country.

Carl drank hot tea with lemon and milk while listening to Cedric's constant complaints.

"Don't deny it. There's no flight schedule, and the special car and fake passport were already prepared."

"There is also a list of people to contact that has been prepared. I certainly believe that you also have this kind of thing to do all this."

"But that's not cost-effective for you. You'll take the method with the lowest cost, so follow these clues."

"We came to this place this time, not just for what you said, but for the ideals in my heart."

"It seems that you have become a lot smarter." Listening to the other party's complaining analysis, Carl admitted it without hesitation.

"You guessed it right. This is indeed a business, and the business partner is the Republican Party in the United States."

"They arranged all this for us, and their purpose is very simple, which is to get the huge ship in the dock next to us."

"Disappear from the earth forever."

"The Republican Party wants to do business with you?" Cedric asked in disbelief. "You attended the Democratic candidate's campaign banquet a few days ago."

"How could they turn around and do business with Republicans?"

"What's so strange about this?" Carl pointed at the rusty aircraft carrier control tower in front of him while drinking hot tea.

"Look at where we are now. This is the Black Sea Shipyard, the brightest jewel in the Soviet iron fist."

"Moscow, Kiev, Minsk, Gorshkov, Admiral Kuznetsov."

"These once shining star warships in the Red Navy were all built in this shipyard."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that it is rusty and dead now. It used to be one of the most heavily fortified military factories in the world."

"So you understand?"

"What do I understand?" Cedric continued to look at Carl with confusion.

At the same time, he secretly stretched out his left hand, wanting to add two more spoonfuls of sugar to his black tea.

Unfortunately, as soon as his left hand touched the sugar jar, it was ruthlessly hit.

Carl took a silver spoon and knocked it hard on the back of the other person's hand after driving away the mouse that stole the candy.

Looking at Cedric who kept blowing on the back of his left hand, he said helplessly.

“The principle you should understand is simple: for any business, you must find a professional and reliable partner.”

“In the field of international arms, the Republicans have always been a good partner, even though they are greedy and shameless.”

"But it is also professional enough. After all, it represents the interests of the huge military-industrial complex."

"I thought they represented the interests of traditional American conservatives." Cedric pretended to be enlightened.

At the same time he continued to ask.

"If what you said is true, the Republican Party in the United States is selling guns, then what is the Democratic Party?"

“They should represent the progressive forces of modernism.”

"They are selling medicine." Carl held the teacup and blew gently over the tea with his mouth, saying without raising his eyelids.

"Modernism, environmentalism, these are just words to cover up contradictions, especially environmentalism."

"It is indeed a very profitable business. As for the rest, you have only been exposed to the Muggle world for a year now."

"If you get to know us for a while, you'll understand. We openly sell medicines in Europe and the United States, so of course we have to support the Democratic Party during the election."

"It's the same thing as before. When doing business, you have to choose a professional and reliable partner."

Cedric was already at a loss. In fact, after spending some time with Carl, he could already vaguely guess some of the truth.

But deep down, I can never face all this as calmly and indifferently as Carl.

That's why he kept asking Carl questions that he already knew the answers to.

Because he always felt that the moment these cruel answers came out of Carl's mouth.

He was always able to accept it a little better.

"What about my ideal?" Cedric finally asked after hesitating for a long time.

"What is your ideal?" Carl put down his teacup and asked deliberately. As a result, this question made Cedric a little angry.

The angry "little golden retriever" stood up, holding the corner of the table, with the words "I'm angry" written all over his face.

But Karl deliberately stretched out a hand and touched the huge head, with a wicked smile on his face, and comforted in a gentle tone.

"Don't be angry. Of course I haven't forgotten the promise I made to you before. I just want to help you plan and standardize your ideals."

"What you think in your heart right now cannot be called an ideal. It is just because of your kindness."

"After you have seen the most despicable cruelty in the world, there is a huge emotional trauma and an overflow of compassion."

“It’s a simple idea that comes to mind, but it’s not detailed, standardized, or operationalized.”

With a set of professional words and a pat on the head, the "little golden retriever" who had been extremely angry just now instantly sat back in his seat quietly.

There was no way of realizing that every time Carl showed this expression, he was trying to trick others.

Seeing that Cedric had fallen into the trap, Carl immediately continued.

"So we fine-tune it a little bit, and your original idea is to make the world look less ugly than it is now."

"You also saw the newspapers I left for them on that piece of land in Gaza. You were very excited when you told me that."

"There is hope for the future. Those surging protests are a sign that humanity is once again young, but have you ever thought about this?"

"What is the deepest reason behind all these appearances?"