Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Do you need me to tell you about the follow-up plan first?" Carl also became interested and asked the other party.

"No need." Kevin Lestrange still answered very straightforwardly.

Although he hadn't raised his head until now, his tone began to become more firm and confident.

“Although I have previously emphasized the three-step approach to problem solving, sometimes it is necessary to make a decision only after fully understanding the problem and fully analyzing it.”

“Although it is a manifestation of rationality and responsibility, it also appears to be somewhat conservative and incompetent, perhaps in some special stages.”

"You need some radical and unconventional advice."

"Oh my god!" Carl couldn't help but feel a little happy, even though he had already understood the other party's abilities during his previous communication with Grindelwald.

But when he heard the other party say such words face to face, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. What a considerate subordinate who cared about the boss.

It's much more considerate than that Pumpkin Head who is still lying on his bed and performing toad rolls.

So he didn't hesitate for a moment and pretended to be a little excited.

"Then tell me, if we want to implement my next possible plan in the UK, where do you think we should start first?"

"It's done." Kevin Lestrange was excited and his self-confidence increased instantly.

It seems that my previous analysis was completely correct. The other party really values ​​ability more. I can complete the master's task.

"My light, I will prove that I am the one who deserves to be invited to dance."

He prayed silently in his heart again, after feeding himself all the spiritual food.

He finally raised his head and looked at the handsome blond boy in front of him, and said with a firm look in his eyes.

"politics!"

"Can you be more specific?"

"I think our next goal should not be to focus on the economy like the British wizarding world."

"We should focus all our attention on politics. Power is the womb of money, the biggest difference between Muggles and wizards."

"It's just that the differences between them are very small. In the magical world, people naturally trust and admire outstanding magical geniuses and powerful wizards."

"But it's completely different in the Muggle world. They rely on the legal and political system to build a framework for their lives."

“If we want to enter this framework, we must start from the top of the pyramid, starting with the political aspect.”

"What about the specific entry point?" Carl remained calm.

"Prime Minister election!" Kevin Lestrange gave the answer. He also looked very serious, with determination on his face.

But if you look closely, you can see a hint of redness deep in the boy's face.

His clenched hands and slightly shaking body made him realize that he was not as serious and earnest as he appeared to be. He seemed to be trying hard to fight against something evil.

But Carl was not in the mood to pay attention to those things. He was really happy now. This was the first time he heard the same idea as his own from a wizard.

Moreover, he was a perfect subordinate when the other party had no idea about his specific plans.

With this feeling in mind, he liked the other person more and more, the one in front of him who used magic to make himself younger.

The cute boy with black hair and black eyes, who still looks a little immature, is indeed an important helper that he will need next.

On the other side, as Karl inadvertently moved his body closer and closer to him.

Kevin Lestrange felt his heart beating faster and faster, while the rational mind told him...

I should get away from this dangerous guy as soon as possible, but my body seems to be not listening to my brain.

He was frozen in place, unable to even move back towards the chair.

Just as he felt the hot breath of the other person getting closer, a roar suddenly came from the dormitory.

"Karl, quickly get this guy to remove the magic from me. No, what do you two want to do?"

Cedric roared loudly. He was now lying on the bed, unable to move his eyes, which resulted in a narrow field of vision.

And what a coincidence, his bed was right next to Carl's desk.

So from his angle, he could only see Carl moving his body slightly closer to Kevin Lestrange.

Two heads overlapped each other, right in front of him.

"We are discussing work." Carl turned his head to the side, looked at Cedric helplessly, and said impatiently.

"It's already late, go to bed early. I don't want to see a senior acting as the last one to leave the common room in front of the freshmen again."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cedric blushed immediately, but he still said stubbornly, "It's just because I have to take care of the flowers and plants in the common room."

“That’s why I’m a little later than others.”

After saying this, he probably felt that this reason was not sufficient, and suddenly added something as if possessed by some strange impulse.

"And in the days that followed, the reason why I stayed up later than others was because there was a slob living in my dorm."

"I had to clean up the whole room, help someone take their dirty clothes to the laundry room, and even supervise someone eating breakfast."

"Shut up." Carl stood up with a red face, then looked at Kevin Lestrange sharply.

"Can you give him a few more injections, maybe to disable his language system so he can't speak for a week or something like that?"

"What do you want to do? You are seeking revenge. You two must be planning to do something bad behind my back?"

Upon hearing this, Cedric screamed.

Kevin Lestrange shook his head very seriously.

"No, I can't hurt my senior."

"Really?" Carl didn't want to give up.

"Listen to me, you ungrateful guy." Cedric felt a little warmed as he looked at Kevin Lestrange.

The previous 100% hostility also increased to 1% guilt.

But the fact is that every time he feels guilty, he always finds that he feels guilty too early.

"I can't hurt my senior. If I want to make him lose his language system function, I need to stick a needle into his face."

"I'm not that skilled. I'm likely to paralyze his facial muscles or even turn him into a fool."

Kevin Lestrange still spoke very seriously.

"It's okay. He's already stupid enough. It's acceptable to lower his IQ a little bit. Let's do it."

Carl still didn't want to give up.

Only Cedric collapsed on his bed, suddenly realizing what Carl had told him before, that there are no good people in this world.

Seeing the two of them still talking to each other, he felt sad and felt that he had to release his anger.

So he took a deep breath and suddenly yelled.

"I hate you two. You two bully me."