Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

August 8th, The Leaky Cauldron, London, England.

Grindelwald shook the red wine in the glass, put it to his nose and sniffed it gently, then drank it all in one gulp quite elegantly.

The smooth and fragrant red liquid went down his throat into his stomach. Satisfied, he showed a kind smile and looked at the boy in front of him.

"I thought you would be with your senior for the entire holiday, but I didn't expect it would be for the next month."

"You actually returned to the British wizarding world. Can't you let go of your business here? Or is there another reason?"

"That's of course to keep my dear father company." Carl shook the red wine glass, his beautiful blue eyes staring at the bright red liquid in the glass.

"I have to spend some of my holiday time with my family. After all, I received an owl message from Professor McGonagall when I was in Russia."

"He said that since mid-July, Headmaster Dumbledore has disappeared again. This year's recruitment of new students is in charge."

"It all fell on her alone. The work pressure was very high. I hope I can solve it."

"Cough cough!!"

Grindelwald coughed twice to hide his embarrassment and continued to look at Carl with a smile.

"It's okay. If the work pressure is really that great, I can pay for a few temporary teaching assistants."

"Professor McGonagall is a respectable woman. I am happy to help her. Spending a little money is nothing."

"After all, the day you were at Moscow State University, it took a lot of time to arrange all the staff and take care of everything."

“I think sometimes you also need to learn your consumption concepts.”

"Humph!!!"

Karl snorted with a sneer, put the goblet in his hand heavily on the table, and stared at the handsome old man in front of him.

"Don't talk nonsense to me. I helped you complete your plan, but on the day of my appearance at the banquet."

"You didn't even want to show your face, and you couldn't wait to run back to England to enjoy your own world with that old bee."

"I now seriously suspect that the plans you mentioned before were just traps designed to get me away."

"As for letting me play your daughter, it's because of your pettiness."

Having said that, Carl pointed at Grindelwald without any hesitation.

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" Grindelwald denied excitedly, "What do you mean by my pettiness?"

"Am I, in your heart, an old rogue who is greedy for my own emotional enjoyment and has no bottom line at all?"

"Your words hurt my heart kid, I must get the proper apology."

"Feel sorry?"

Karl curled his lips in disdain, and without even drinking the glass of red wine, he stood up and prepared to leave.

He said in a cold tone the moment he turned around.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I didn't drink this glass of wine. After you pay the bill, you can do whatever you want."

"Wait, don't be so anxious, kid."

Grindelwald quickly grabbed the angry Carl, comforted him with words, and asked him to sit down again.

It was not until Karl sat down that he showed a slightly submissive expression and apologized awkwardly.

"Regarding the banquet where you debuted in the European wizarding world, it was indeed my fault that I didn't attend."

"I sincerely apologize to you for this, but this also reflects my trust in you, doesn't it?"

"I am very confident that with your ability, it would be easy for you to handle such a small situation, and the fact is just as I expected."

"You managed to win over most of the Saints with just a dance and a speech."

"I am truly proud of you, kid. You conquer everyone with your charm."

“That’s not going to be easy.”

Carl had a little pride on his face and he was very confident in his own charm.

But it is still very happy to be praised in person like this, especially by the person in front of you.

When he was young, he was also considered one of the most charming men in the European wizarding world.

"I heard that the young master of the Lestrange family has already surrendered to you."

"In the month that you have been away from the French wizarding world, there have been several duels between teenagers."

"You have the chance to be severely injured by that boy named Kyle. Your charm is really surprising, kid."

"Have you ever thought about showing a little kindness to the other person?"

"Get lost, you old pervert who likes to spy on others and pry into their private lives."

The relationship between the two had just eased a little, but Grindelwald's playful personality made him want to tease Carl in front of him.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Carl instantly got angry, and after angrily scolding, he was ready to leave again.

Grindelwald could only stand up again, holding Carl's right hand tightly, and explained helplessly.

"It's just some jokes between father and son, why do you take it so seriously kid."

"Is it not okay for me to stop talking? In my life, you and Al are the only two people who make me beg in such a humble way."

"You definitely have his genes, there's no doubt about that. There are so many people around, please give me some face."

"Face?" Carl turned his head to look at the handsome old man in front of him with a sarcastic smile.

"Why do you have such a face in front of me? In my past life, it was Aunt Rozier who played the role of my mother."

"Although Dumbledore is unreliable in school, he is my biggest backer in the British wizarding world after all."

"And what about you? I admit that the business in Germany had your help, but it seems that the cooperation between the two of us is limited to that."

"I absolutely cannot tolerate your spying on me."

"I'm not spying on you!!"

Grindelwald shouted with a bit of a smile, then gently wiped his face with his right hand.

That old but handsome face soon turned into a resolute and courageous middle-aged man.

He pointed at his current face and spoke in a professional tone.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, Renaud Rozier sends his regards, or in a different capacity."

"The CEO of the First Savings Bank of the Magical World, please report your current work to the distinguished chairman."

"Regarding the sudden large amount of spending you made in Russia one day, did you do it yourself?"

"Well... this... is me."

Karl looked at the middle-aged man’s face, which was already a little blurry in his mind. He was embarrassed for a long time before he stammered.

Then he obediently returned to his seat, sat there obediently, and looked at Grindelwald with some embarrassment.

Grindelwald also changed his face back to his true appearance and looked at Carl with a little temper.

"I told you I'm not spying on you. I'm not that boring."

"And as far as I know, my credibility in the wizarding world is not so bad."