Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Mr. Diggory, go and chop the wood. I want to have a nice hot bath tonight."

"And Mr. Hohenzollern, I'd like to have white-tailed deer stewed with carrots tonight, with a little rosemary and black pepper."

"The taste should be a little lighter. I'm not like someone who has no taste."

In the cabin, Kevin Lestrange was sitting in his office, issuing orders to Carl and Cedric in a haughty manner.

A week ago, this was just a storage room for sundries, but after Karl's week-long renovation.

It has become very modern, with three huge electronic screens showing the current New York Stock Exchange, American Stock Exchange and Nasdaq stock markets.

The market changes of the three major stock exchanges, and three Omega quartz watches certified by the observatory hung at the top of the room.

The time of the three major exchanges is displayed respectively, and countless red and green stock K-lines rise and fall on the screen.

Behind this are trillions of dollars of capital flowing madly across this country.

“Can’t you change someone else?” Cedric, who was ordered, looked at Carl with a face full of grievance.

"He has been ordering us around for a week. We have been like servants, working according to his orders every day."

"And can't we improve the food? Whitetail deer meat has so little fat that it's not even tender for you."

Faced with Cedric's crying, Carl pretended to be helpless.

"I can't help it, Mr. Diggory. If you can use a computer, you can operate more than 400 accounts."

"With 27 shell financial companies and thousands of virtual accounts, there is no need for us to follow his orders anymore."

"We are now destitute and have no money in our account. Even the funds for decorating this room and purchasing equipment came from illegal loans I found."

"If this wave fails completely, you may end up working in some men's clubs in Las Vegas to pay off your debts."

"And I'm going to live out the rest of my life hiding in this icy and snowy hell. By the way, what do you mean I'm not soft anymore?"

"Nothing!" Cedric waved his hands and asked with some confusion.

"Why do I have to work to pay off the debt? Didn't you borrow the money?"

"Because I can't borrow one!" Carl smiled frankly, "I once had a bad memory in Las Vegas."

"To put it simply, I won too much money there and all the major casinos have banned me."

"So I can't borrow any loans myself. I signed a contract with them in your name, and they saw your photo."

“I am very satisfied. Besides, we are a team. In order to maintain the enthusiasm of the team and prevent anyone from jumping ship midway.”

"I must cut off all our escape routes."

Σ(⊙▽⊙“aCedric looked at Carl in disbelief. He couldn’t imagine that such cold words came out of a human’s mouth.

"Anything else, Mr. Diggory?" Carl still had a smile on his face.

Cedric looked hopeless. He didn't make a scene, but just silently picked up the axe beside him.

He lowered his head and said dully.

"I...I...I went to chop wood."

Then he walked out of the room alone. The two people in the room looked at his lonely back, and one of them continued to smile.

The other said with disdain.

"I thought he wanted to threaten you with an axe, but I didn't expect he had such a strange brain."

"Nothing." Carl smiled confidently, "I know he will never hurt me, and he also knows that I will never hurt him."

"Then why are you doing that kind of thing in his name?" Hearing this, Kevin Lestrange felt inexplicably sour in his heart.

"Aren't you afraid that I might mess this up on purpose? If I'm an undercover agent, now would be the best opportunity to destroy you."

"Nothing." Carl turned to look at him with the same confident smile.

"I know you won't do that. You won't betray me. You also know that I will never let down someone who treats me well."

"Don't say weird things!!"

Kevin Lestrange's cute face instantly turned red and he scolded loudly.

But no matter how he tried to hide it with words, he had to admit that his heart beat faster the moment he heard these words.

Looking at the blond boy in front of him who always had a wicked smile on his face, he suddenly felt that he seemed unable to look at that face again.

A heartfelt sense of guilt surged in his heart.

"Boom! Boom!!!"

He didn't know how long he stared down at the floor until the sound of an alarm clock going off overhead woke him up from his own mental struggle.

"What if, I mean hypothetically, something really happened that was beyond your control, like if I really messed up."

"You go bankrupt and that annoying guy is forced to work in a bar like that. What would you do?"

Kevin Lestrange looked up just in time to see Carl leaving the room to prepare lunch.

Looking at the golden figure bathed in the sun, he couldn't help but ask.

"I don't like this assumption, but it is not impossible. If that happens, our organization can be disbanded."

"You can continue to return to Hogwarts, complete your own studies, and go wherever you want. I will not do anything to you."

"I am a gambler who can afford to lose. I will never lose my temper because I can't afford to lose. Of course, if you want me to."

“You can also come back to this cabin once in a while and taste my cooking.”

"As for Cedric?" Carl was holding the door handle, with half of his face covered by the door.

There was still a smile on that face, but there was a hint of coldness in that smile.

"He certainly doesn't need to work at a place like that, and if you fail, his possible future workplace will disappear."

"I think it's very easy for a wizard to set a fire in the Muggle world. After all, I was just a criminal before."

“There’s nothing wrong with going back to the beginning.”

After saying that, Karl closed the door and hummed an unknown tune as the sound faded away.

Kevin Lestrange, who was alone in the small room, was silent for a long time, then he slapped his face hard with his hands several times.

The pain made his brain clearer and temporarily drove away some distracting thoughts.

Unfortunately, just when I finally woke up, someone came to sabotage again.

Just as he turned around and was about to open his computer to get started, he found a note on his laptop.

It was written in scribbled words.

“Don’t stress too much, how could the person I picked fail? What you want is in the drawer on your left.

o(￣▽￣)d good. ”

Looking at the little expression at the very end, Kaihai Lestrange felt that his brain, which had finally cleared up, began to become confused again.

Especially when he opened the drawer on the left side of his desk, there were eight small macaron-sized, exquisitely shaped cakes inside.

Has a lovely, fresh scent of lemon and mandarin.