Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

When the duty steward was about to commit suicide, everyone in the tower looked troubled and began to think about the next stage of their life and career planning.

Suddenly, the noisy telephone ringing disappeared at the same time, and the whole room became unusually quiet.

All the communicators were stunned and began to frantically check the telephone lines and computer systems.

You should know that Kennedy International Airport is now in an overloaded state, with dozens of planes requesting to take off or land at all times.

At this time, if all communications are suddenly lost and an accident occurs, it will no longer be a matter of career planning for the next stage.

There is a high chance that everyone present will go to jail.

Just when everyone was getting nervous, a young man's voice came from the telephone receivers held by the two communicators beside the duty manager at the same time.

"Please assist in flying Arkansas Governor Bill Clinton to California, who is a guest of our company."

As soon as he finished speaking, all systems and telephone lines were restored at the same time, and the pilot's urgent calls continued.

The sound of telephones ringing one after another once again filled the entire building.

"What do we do now Boss? We have to decide immediately if this is just a boring cyber attack."

"Which one should I choose, Boss? If we delay any further, we'll be in big trouble!!"

The two operators held the receivers tightly with their hands and looked anxiously at their supervisors.

The steward on duty on the other side first laughed strangely, and then suddenly seemed like a different person.

The two communicators beside him gave the order calmly.

"Both of you take your hands off the phone at the same time to make sure both sides can hear what I'm going to say next."

"what?"

"You're crazy. Once you make a decision and choose to help one side, it's good for the other side to hear it. We can't let it go."

The two communicators were already extremely panicked at this time, one had a confused look on his face, and the other was crying and shouting.

But the steward on duty remained calm and shouted loudly.

"If you want to continue to mix, then listen to me, let go and don't hang up the phone, and move the microphone closer to ensure that both sides can hear me."

The two correspondents had no other choice at this point. Seeing that the other party was full of confidence, they had no choice but to join in the gamble.

Both people open their palms holding the microphones at the same time and place the two microphones on both sides of the supervisor's mouth.

"Mr. Bill Clinton, we have just received accurate information about the company that is holding a press conference in California."

"It seems that you have been invited to the press conference. You gave us the notice an hour ago."

"The other party just called to urge us. Are you ready for takeoff?"

The duty manager tried hard to control his emotions and make his words sound more like a normal announcement.

After he finished speaking, there was silence for about a minute from the two microphones that had been noisy, and then a warm thank you was heard.

"Thank you for your service. The plane is ready to take off."

“Beep beep!!!”

A word of thanks and a dull sound of electricity, no accusations or cursing, and no threats.

It was not until the two communicators returned the microphones to their places that the duty manager sat back in his chair with a sense of relief.

The wet back of his shirt showed how nervous he was at the time.

He spoke loudly as soon as he sat down.

"All communication equipment in the tower will have backup recordings, as long as the communication equipment here is used."

"There will definitely be recordings left behind. Even if you two die here today, you must find the young man's voice for me."

"Otherwise, you should be prepared to be sent to an African company."

After saying this, he looked at the other correspondents working and spoke sincerely.

"If anyone asks you about what happened today, you must answer truthfully."

"The only thing that can protect us is the truth. Don't go out drunk and brag. I don't want to see some of you."

"Committed suicide in his own garage for unknown reasons."

After saying these words, he slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, then stood up and turned off the fire alarm system next to him.

In the tower where smoking is strictly prohibited, he began to puff out a cigarette and looked through the glass in front of him at a plane taking off on the runway.

“I hope my choice today is not wrong.”

In Santa Clara County, California, backstage at a press conference, Carl, Cedric and the other two were lying comfortably on the sofa.

The FBI agents who were enjoying their magic sleep beside him had long since disappeared without a trace.

As soon as Carl returned to the backstage, he immediately lifted the spell from them.

At the beginning, as soon as these young men woke up, they drew their guns and aimed at the trio.

At a critical moment like this, Carl originally wanted to act cool and be like a villain in a movie.

He deliberately teased these federal agents, but before he could say anything, the fool Cedric raised his hands in the air.

He squatted down slowly, and finally lay on the ground with his hands on his head.

The movements were so standard and the actions were so swift that even the federal agents who had been dealing with criminals for years were stunned.

In the end, it was Kevin Lestrange who reacted first and dialed a life number directly.

Then hand the phone to the captain of the federal agents.

"Yes, Governor. We are here right now. We will definitely cooperate with Mr. Hohenzollern. Please rest assured that we will maintain order at the scene."

"No problem, I guarantee you'll complete the task."

The disdainful expression did not last for a few seconds. After hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, there was no hesitation.

The federal agent who was ordered to arrest the criminal transformed himself on the spot and became the temporary security guard for the press conference.

They are still maintaining order in front of the stage.

“Please do not crowd or scramble. Please line up and come forward one by one to experience it.”

"After the experience, the executives will get the sample machine, but no one is allowed to take the sample machine away from the site before then."

"I'm talking to you! If you cut in line again, your experience will be cancelled."

The captain's roar reached the backstage through the wall, and the impatience and irritability in his words could be heard.

You can imagine how popular the front desk is right now. Karl, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but tease when he heard the voice.

"Mr. Diggory, you are still sitting on the sofa. I thought you were so scared by the roar that you squatted on the ground."

"You really embarrassed us just now. Where did you learn all that knowledge as an ordinary person who grew up in the United States?"

"I have to admit that at least when it comes to dealing with the police, you are already a qualified American."