Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"So what if I did all this? I was the one who killed that girl. You and me are all what I want."

"Those people are not my clients. I have all the leverage over them and I am the one who is profiting from them."

"I am the master behind this. I don't know what tricks you are playing. Let me go from here immediately."

"Otherwise, those guys will never let you go. I only need to use the little bit of information from those videos to make sure you die without a burial place."

"Don't you know their identities?"

The potion began to work, and the wounds on Epstein's body began to heal slowly, even though the severe pain made his face distorted like a demon.

But this does not stop him from uttering harsh words, which is a perfectly normal emotional expression for humans after being brutally beaten.

There are often two emotions. One is extremely negative silence, silently enduring everything.

Others, under the stimulation of adrenaline, began to become extremely angry.

Obviously this guy is the latter.

He even tried hard to get his fat body up from the ground.

Unfortunately, just as his knees were about to straighten, Carl took out an M1911 from his ring.

He shot the guy in the knee. The .45 caliber bullet shattered his knee directly, leaving him half-kneeling on the ground.

"I am not satisfied with your answer, and there is nothing new about it."

Karl was still squatting on the ground, staring into the other person's eyes, the smile on his face never fading.

He snapped his fingers, and three newspapers, driven by the levitation spell, slowly floated in front of the guy.

While Epstein was checking, Carl was playing with his pistol.

"Look carefully at the text above. If you still know English, these are three bizarre suicides and an accidental fire."

"Your ex-wife, your mistress, your illegitimate child, and your private apartment in Pennsylvania."

"They all died so cleanly. The truck and the gunshot in the back must have been done by the FBI. After all, if it was the CIA, they would have been dumped in an unknown lake."

"Or be built into the foundation of a building, still contributing to this great country."

As he spoke, Carl suddenly fired another shot, breaking the opponent's other intact knee.

"When you read, you should be serious, hold your head high to see what is going on, and read every word carefully."

“This is impossible!! This is impossible!” Epstein screamed like crazy, his eye sockets whose wounds had finally healed.

He opened his eyes too wide and started bleeding again, and fear exploded in his heart.

The words before him clearly told him that he had been abandoned by those people, even though he had planned all of this.

Even if he thought he had the upper hand over those people, he only needed to publish his list.

It would completely end the political career of any one of them.

But now every line of text and every photo before him told him that he was just a piece of paper used to wipe their butts.

You can discard it at will after use.

"You are really disgusting, not only because of what you did, but more because of your IQ."

"Even in school, all bad students will understand one thing, that is, if everyone does a bad thing, it will be done by everyone."

"That means no one has done it. The videos and evidence you collected are completely useless."

"Anyone who dares to reveal even a little bit of this is equivalent to going against all of them."

“If a person wants to take all the chips on the table, he will inevitably be the first to be eliminated.”

Carl looked directly into Epstein's eyes, watching the other's eyes turn into despair as deep as the abyss.

He showed a very satisfied smile, but it was far from enough. Carl forcibly grabbed his hair and dragged him to the front of the tombstone.

He used magic to clear away the weeds under the tombstone, pointed at the words on it, and spoke word by word.

"Look carefully at this name, Karl Hohenzollern. Don't doubt that even your body was dug out by me from that dark and dark place."

"Even this tombstone and the cemetery were made by me. You never thought that I would be the only person in this world who cares about you."

"It turned out to be me, and I really missed you sir. I think all the time about how to bring you back into this world."

"Then I will personally push you into the real hell. You must be very moved. But we agreed that you can be moved but don't feel grateful."

"Otherwise I'd feel sick."

"what!!!!!"

Epstein, whose hair was grabbed by Carl, let out a ghostly roar.

He used every ounce of strength in his body and tried to bang his head against the tombstone.

The force was so great that he even tore off part of his scalp.

Unfortunately, Carl was faster, and he directly confined the opponent to the spot with one move.

Then he took out a square cement box from his ring. The box was not big enough to hold the person.

There would only be a tiny gap left at the top of the head. Carl used the levitation spell to put the other person into the cement box.

Then he jumped to the top of the concrete box and looked down at the ugly face that looked as pale as death.

"Please rest assured that your life will not end at this moment. In fact, your life will be extended for a considerable period of time."

Having said that, Carl deliberately turned his head to look at Professor Snape and asked seriously.

"Professor, from your professional perspective, how long can the effect of the potion last?"

Professor Snape saw Carl with a dark face. He witnessed the whole process of how this little guy in front of him used the method he had mentioned before to kill people and destroy their hearts.

From both a physical and psychological perspective, the process of completely destroying that ugly mountain monster was indeed not a pretty sight.

But he did not say anything to stop him, because he knew that this little bastard in front of him was indeed a little crazy and undisciplined sometimes.

But everything the other party does will be in line with his bottom line.

So Professor Snape spoke directly.

"When you asked me to brew the potion, you didn't tell me about this guy's size and weight. Take this into consideration."

"The drug's effects last about 50 years and are renewed every 24 hours."

"It's a little below my expectations." After hearing the answer, Carl seemed a little disappointed, but he quickly cheered up.

Soon he smiled again and looked at Epstein in the cement coffin.

"You may not have understood our conversation just now, but you should have felt the difference in your body."

"Simply put, your body regenerates itself every 24 hours, no matter what torture you endured the day before."

"Your body will recover to its original state so that it can meet the next challenge, and this is the container you are in now."

"The sewage treatment grid at the fourth nuclear power plant. This kind of thing will never be opened since it is produced because of the radiation."

"You will be buried at the bottom of the new nuclear power plant here in the future, and your body will be used to filter the nuclear waste water."

"The wastewater heated by the reactor, with its extremely high temperature and radiation, will flow through every inch of your skin, under the blessing of the drug."

"You can see with your own eyes the radioactive waste water flowing over your head, and every inch of your skin is slowly cooked by the heat."

“And it will continue like this until 50 years later.”