Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"That's very thoughtful, Mr. Lestrange." Carl took the lighter and cigarette handed over by the other party with his right hand.

"You're welcome. I'm a professional." Kevin Lestrange pouted proudly.

"I'm a professional." Cedric on the side curled his lips with disdain and said something in a low voice.

Carl was helpless in the face of this pair of bickering lovers. He ignored them and directly opened the red and white cigarette package.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then casually turned on the lighter and lit it.

Just take a deep breath and feel the nicotine-rich smoke flowing through your lungs, putting you at risk of cancer and wasting your life.

Memories of the past ten years, the screams I heard during those years, and the girl whose face I almost forgot.

They all came out of his mouth with a puff of white smoke and disappeared into the starry night sky.

“Дo cвnдahnr, hataльr?!”

Carl used magic to throw the cigarette butt towards the manor. From dozens of meters away, the cigarette butt went straight to the target like a bullet.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, and the raging flames engulfed the entire manor.

The fire spread quickly, and the wood made crackling sounds under the high temperature, as if telling the story of the building's past.

Black smoke billowed straight into the sky, illuminating half the sky red.

As the legend goes, Jehovah rained down sulfur and fire from the sky and completely destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah.

The red flames were like the endless fire of hell, burning away all the sins and human desires.

The surrounding air was distorted by the heat wave. Even though there was snow covering the trees and grass in the distance, they were affected and turned black.

Carl, standing on the hillside behind, watched all this quietly. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, only an indescribable complex emotion.

After an unknown amount of time, a biting cold wind blew in from the valley, finally taking away the scorching air.

As the flames gradually died down, the originally towering building had turned into a pile of ruins.

"A perfect closing performance." Carl turned around and called the other two to leave.

Kevin Lestrange said nothing and followed him directly.

Cedric looked at the rubble nervously and spoke in a warning tone.

"Should we go check it out? If there are still fires in such a dry environment, it may cause a large-scale fire."

Hearing this, Karl turned to look at him and pointed a finger at the sky.

"Let's leave quickly. I think the New York fire police and other departments should have discovered the fire."

"They will be here soon. There is no need for you to worry. They will restore everything here to its original state."

"We will get a very generous insurance payout, Mr. Epstein, and he will be sent to where he belongs."

"It's not just a show, it's also a signal of something special."

Hearing this, Cedric reacted immediately.

"You arranged all this, didn't you? Karl, you kept me in the dark again."

"I'm not targeting you alone." Carl showed his signature smirk and pointed his right finger at Kevin Lestrange beside him.

"The reason you feel like you're the only one being cheated is because you're a little clumsy."

"I think Mr. Lestrange should have guessed it long ago."

"Of course." Kevin Lestrange smiled triumphantly, looking at Cedric, whose face was dark.

"I'm not some dumb pumpkin that can't think."

After that, he followed Karl and left the scene.

Watching the two people disappearing from his back, Cedric's face was puffed up with anger. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"You two teamed up to bully me again, I hate you!!"

The sound waves vibrated, and flocks of birds flew in the mountains in the dark night.

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December 12th, Christmas, London, England.

Interior of the bar "Das schwarze Wunder"

After saying a brief goodbye to Cedric and Kevin Lestrange at the airport, Carl rushed straight to the bar in front of him.

This is a typical German pub with wooden decorations, retro furniture, and German beer mugs and sausage patterns hanging on the walls.

The air seemed to be filled with the aroma of roasted pork knuckle and sauerkraut. Since today was Christmas, there were not many customers in the bar.

Carl, who was sitting by the window, could only look out the window. Outside the window was the downtown street of London. The people coming and going seemed particularly busy under the lights.

"How was your vacation, my child."

A playful greeting drew Carl's gaze from the window back to the inside of the bar, and Grindelwald walked over to him with a tray.

With a disrespectful smile on his face, he placed the plate in front of him and sat down opposite him.

The dishes on the plate are quite rich and are also iconic German, with three kinds of grilled sausages of different shapes and lengths.

A handful of mashed potatoes with sauerkraut and a huge, crispy roast pork knuckle.

Carl didn't hesitate or be polite for a moment. He picked up the knife and fork beside him and started showing off without even laying out the napkin.

The advantage of poorly grilled sausages is that the rich fat combined with the aroma of cheese and black pepper explodes directly in your mouth.

The mashed potatoes were slightly inferior, probably because only salt was added during the cooking process, but they were served with sauerkraut.

It can maximize the original flavor of the two ingredients, and the crispy roasted pork elbow is a must.

The crispy puff pastry makes a sinful crisp sound when you chew it, which is a complete challenge to healthy eating.

"Don't be so cold to the child." Grindelwald looked at Carl who was concentrating on eating and pretended to be a little sad.

"I thought you would have countless stories to share with your dad after your trip to America, but now it seems that it's all in your heart."

"My status is not as good as that roast pork elbow, and maybe even not as good as that plate of pickled vegetables."

Grindelwald was so moved that he even squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes.

"That's enough." Carl slammed the dinner knife on the table, raised his head and glared at the handsome old man in front of him.

"You know, when I was in the United States, I spent at least half of my time balancing the relationship between my two subordinates."

"They were even rolling around on the ground fighting each other in the middle of one of my biggest moments, all because of you."

"It was caused by forcing that guy into my team."

"But that's also a kind of happy distress, isn't it?" Grindelwald didn't buy it at all and looked at Carl with a sly smile on his face.

"From what I know, Mr. Lestrange is your right-hand man. He even took away the financial power of your company."

"You should be thanking me for being such a capable person. Never mind. I don't really care about this."

As he spoke, Grindelwald leaned down slightly, put his head close to Carl's ear, and asked in a serious tone.

"By contrast, I would like to know whether my dear child has made his final choice. Which one do you like?"