Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Outside the auditorium.

At the end of the entire freshman team was Kevin Lestrange, who used magic to make himself much shorter.

Looking around with vigilant eyes, the little wizards lined up in front chattered non-stop.

"Did you know that Mr. Hohenzollern once came to my father's company to discuss cooperation?"

"I've heard about this from my father, too. But isn't your family in the mechanical manufacturing business? Do wizards also use machinery?"

"Who knows? After all, you also saw it in Diagon Alley. The wizarding world doesn't seem to be what we imagined. It's not that different from where we are."

The topics I heard along the way were similar to those talked about by the two young wizards in front of me who were also of Muggle origin.

Whether it's the pure-blood wizards who hide aside and look down on people, or the Muggle wizards who enter the magical world for the first time.

It took nearly half an hour to get from the train to the entrance of the auditorium, and this was the topic these little British wizards talked about along the way.

Basically, it all revolves around Mr. Hohenzollern. When Kevin Lestrange thought of this, he became a little curious.

On the train, he hid in the dark and ridiculed the other party with words. Although he did not see the other party's appearance, he did not expect that the other party could actually summon a phoenix.

He is indeed Dumbledore's heir, but now it seems that he is an illegitimate child.

It seems that it is necessary for me to tell my master Grindelwald about this discovery.

Kevin Lestrange's heart was filled with admiration. Just a month ago, the other party suddenly found him.

He taught himself a sophisticated camouflage magic and asked himself to sneak into Hogwarts and lurk close to the heir of Dumbledore.

Gain the other party's trust, and preferably become good friends with them, and play a crucial role in the final battle.

As soon as he received the task, he felt a great sense of responsibility and spent a month studying English desperately.

In order to avoid exposing his identity due to his French accent, he even went to London, England alone and lived there for two weeks.

Only then did he develop a pure London accent. Whenever he thought of this, he couldn't help but blame himself, thinking that his ability was still not up to that gentleman's expectations.

However, just when he was about to postpone the task, his master suddenly told him that he didn't need to hide his name.

At the same time, when he expressed his doubts, he spoke with such openness and confidence.

"You are the finest young man in our organization, and my daughter and I will always agree with that."

"You don't have to hide your name. I will help you with everything. We don't need to do anything secretive."

"We need to make sure that someone in the organization understands what you have done for the organization."

When he heard this, he was already extremely excited, and what made him even more excited was that after he finished speaking.

The master left him a photo, which was a photo of his goddess, Theodora Grindelwald, wearing makeup.

He patted his shoulder and said in an apologetic tone.

"Although you don't have to hide your name, this is all I can do for you, from now on until the end of the mission."

"You will no longer be part of the organization, but an enemy. Forget your current identity forever."

“I don’t know how long it will be, maybe just a few years, or maybe just like what I did before.”

"You have spent your entire life trying to get the result you want. This is my final compensation to you. You can choose to take it or give it up."

Hearing this, he had to admit that he was shaken at that moment.

However, when I saw the beautiful blue eyes in the photo, all the panic, self-blame and hesitation disappeared in an instant.

He took the photo and carefully placed it in his ancestral magic pocket watch, which he now placed on his left chest.

Feeling the power coming from his chest, he couldn't help but put his hands together and muttered softly.

"Belle déesse, je vous supplie de m'inspirer et de me donner la force nécessaire pour surmonter les obstacles de mon chemin. Aide-moi à rester ferme et déterminée dans toutes les situations. Je vous prie d'entourer de votre lumière et de votre grace. Amen.”

The voice of the prayer was so small, but it still attracted some people's attention. The little wizard from Muggle-born was okay.

After all, whether in Britain or on the European continent, there are many people who believe in religion, but for those pure-blood wizards.

They still hold deep hostility towards the Catholic Church, a group that once persecuted countless wizards.

Just a prayer separated him from the small group of pure-blood wizards.

He always found it funny to see those little brats who deliberately distanced themselves from him, as a student at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France.

Having played the role of school bully for many years, he is no longer sensitive to such tricks.

The small group of pure-blood wizards he had formed in that school had done far more outrageous things than these.

But what no one knows is that he is the heir to a famous pure-blood wizard family in France.

In fact, he has always been curious about Muggle society. This curiosity may come from his mother, who is a half-blood wizard.

Under her guidance, he was full of curiosity and interest in the political philosophy, scientific economics and other aspects of Muggle society since he was a child.

But so what? It was not until he entered the magic school from his family that he discovered what he loved.

Instead of winning respect for themselves, they were met with countless ridicule and school bullying.

Faced with this situation, he spent a whole year learning how to disguise himself and make himself look more likable to those people.

I thought I had worn this mask on my face long enough that I almost forgot my real face.

However, he did not expect that his interest in Muggle society would become an advantage.

After all, Mr. Hohenzollern was said to be very interested in Muggle society, which might be the reason why he was chosen by his master.

Now he no longer had to hide himself, but for some reason, he didn't feel too happy.

Looking at the chattering little wizards in front of him and the tightly closed door in front of them, he was more afraid of the future.

Just as he was daydreaming, the tightly closed door was pushed open from the inside, and an older witch with an outstanding temperament came in front of the young wizards.

He said it with full aura.

"Now form two lines, keep quiet and follow me."

The young wizards followed the witch nervously, looking at the bright hall that was getting closer and closer.

Kevin Lestrange couldn't help but clench his fists and encouraged himself in his heart.

"Come on, I hope it won't be an ugly one."