Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

“Magic can change many things, but the fact that can never be changed is that wizards who possess magic are just a group of mediocre humans.”

Mr. Arthur couldn't help but recall a passage in the correspondence between the young man and himself.

The other party seems to like writing this kind of language very much. Sometimes it is written intentionally for the ending, and sometimes it is interspersed in the conversation of letters.

When Mr. Arthur first saw these words, he just felt that Mr. Hohenzollern was still very young.

He likes to write some literary words, but when the facts come before him, these words will unconsciously emerge in his mind.

"Well, I've said so much, there's no point in saying more."

Just as Mr. Arthur fell into his memories again, old Crouch had finished his tea.

He patted the other person's shoulder, stood up, and spoke seriously.

"Organize all the documents that were delivered and place them on my desk for the next two and a half hours."

"I need to concentrate on my work. Please call me one hour before the end of the get off work day so that I can revise the content of the proposal."

"Submit it for review tomorrow."

"You're still not going to give up?"

Mr. Arthur, who had come to his senses, blurted out and asked.

"What do you think, Mr. Weasley?" Old Crouch gave a rare smile.

He said calmly as he walked towards his office.

"I gave up my life for 11 years. Do you think I will ever look back?"

After saying this, old Crouch turned his head slightly and looked at Mr. Arthur who was standing still. The two smiled at each other and were about to get down to work.

There was a fierce knock on the locked door and a hurried shout.

"Open the door quickly, open the door quickly, there is important information to report!!"

Mr. Arthur looked at his leader nervously. It was obvious that he was afraid that their conversation would be overheard by someone with ulterior motives.

Old Crouch gestured to everyone not to panic and went over to open the door himself.

As soon as the door opened, a young man fell directly into the room, before Mr. Arthur could help him up.

He jumped up and waved the paper in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Oh no, something terrible has happened. Just now, a dark wizard who calls himself Peter Pettigrew, known as the third generation Dark Lord, appeared."

"Carried out a robbery at Gringotts with a strange set of weapons."

"impossible!!!"

"When did it happen? Have we investigated the weapon used? Are there any accomplices in the crime? Are there any casualties at the scene?"

Mr. Arthur and old Cratchit spoke almost in unison.

However, what the two people said were completely different. Mr. Arthur himself denied the news he had heard.

Old Crouch didn't care whether the news was true or not, and started asking for details according to the standard of case handling.

The young man who was asked about the details took several deep breaths.

"I don't know if there are any accomplices in the crime. All the wizards who witnessed the crime said they didn't recognize the weapon used."

"But the person who came to report the crime was an American who had just immigrated to the British wizarding world. He stated that he had seen the robber in Gringotts with his own eyes."

"And he witnessed the other party's weapon up close. He said it was a weapon from the Muggle world called a Thompson submachine gun."

"I don't know what the weapon looked like, but the other party specifically emphasized that the robber was very polite and gentlemanly."

"But there were also wizards at the scene who said that the other party used Avada Kedavra and killed a wizard in the Leaky Cauldron."

"What the hell is this!!"

Old Crouch looked displeased and criticized loudly.

"Weapons from the Muggle world, being able to break into Gringotts without an accomplice, and being polite and courteous to hostages and their gentlemen."

"Yet he can use the Avada Kedavra curse at will and kill an innocent wizard."

"Don't you think that the information you are talking about shouldn't appear on a person at all?"

"Have the Aurors from the Law Enforcement Department set out? Is there anyone on the scene to control the situation so that it does not get out of control?"

Hearing this question, the young man was obviously a little guilty and didn't dare to look up at old Crouch.

This behavior immediately angered the hot-tempered old man.

The other party slapped the young man in the face and roared in anger.

"Don't tell me that such a serious situation has occurred and not a single Auror has rushed to the scene yet, and you are not going to report to the Minister."

"What are you doing in the Administrative Affairs Department? What do you want to do?"

The young man who was slapped in the face covered his right cheek with his hand with a look of helplessness.

He said it with tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Barty Crouch, I am only here to pass on a message. Mr. Cornelius Fudge is not at his post."

"Many of the Aurors from the Department of Magical Enforcement have been seconded to the French Ministry of Magic. Now there are only 10 Aurors still on duty."

"So according to the management authority of the Administrative Affairs Department, I came to you, hoping that you can come out and take charge of the situation and resolve this tense crisis."

"You must ask the head of the Auror Department to come see me immediately. Everyone, activate the Level 1 emergency plan."

"Everyone rush to the scene."

"All of them?" The young man looked at Old Crouch in surprise. "But according to the regulations, in the event of an emergency like this."

"The Aurors should first protect the British Ministry of Magic. If all the Aurors are sent out, who will guarantee the safety of the British Ministry of Magic?"

"I told you everything." Old Crouch stared at the young man in front of him, with one hand raised high.

Seeing this scene, the young man covered his face and shouted as he walked towards the door.

"No problem, Mr. Barty Crutcher. I'll notify them to gather now. No need to see me off. Bye."

Having said that, he disappeared in a flash.

Only old Crouch and Arthur Weasley were left in the room.

Old Crouch looked at the other party and gave a direct order.

"During my absence, you will serve as the Chief Private Secretary to the Minister of Administrative Affairs."

"Manage the entire British Ministry of Magic on behalf of you!"

"Me." Mr. Arthur pointed at himself with his left index finger, a completely confused expression on his face.

"Yes, that's you."

Old Crouch seemed not to want to waste time talking to him. He casually found a piece of white paper, quickly wrote the order and signed his name.

He picked up the wand and walked towards the door. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he heard Mr. Arthur's anxious call from behind.

"You can't go, Mr. Crouch. This is obviously a trap. They want to take advantage of this incident. You will be embarrassed if you come."

"I know." Old Crouch said calmly with his back to Arthur.

"But sometimes, the prey and the hunter can switch roles. Who knows who set the trap for whom?"