Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

“Thank you for the compliment.” Karl asked casually, his face calm and as if he had just remembered something.

"By the way, you said that Dumbledore asked you to find me. What exactly did he want from me?"

"If you have any questions, just ask. I have time to answer them now."

"I don't think that's necessary." Grindelwald also had a calm expression on his face. He tilted his head and looked at Carl with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"You are such a smart person, how could you not guess that what he wants to ask is nothing more than to make you brake."

"And a hint of serious dissatisfaction with your not having written to him for so many days."

"But how do you want me to answer him? Tell him that his dear adopted son has no intention of braking at all."

"And I have already regarded him as the final scapegoat, ready to put him on the altar at any time. You are making it very difficult for me, kid?"

Hearing this, Karl just glanced at the other person with his eyes slanted, and then said expressionlessly.

"I don't have to go home this Christmas, so I can use the holiday to sort out things in Europe."

"To lay the groundwork for the next story."

"I know what to do." The moment Carl said that he could not go home for Christmas, a smile immediately appeared on Grindelwald's face.

This handsome old man with white hair and beard truly expressed his happiness for the first time at this moment.

With a smug smile on his face, he pushed the pile of keys in front of Carl and said happily.

"It's always a pleasure to deal with smart people. These are yours, kid. Have fun in Europe."

"Have a wonderful and sweet Christmas. At the same time, as a father, I still want to ask one thing."

"Are you sure you don't want to tell Mr. Diggory about this?"

"Shut up, you disgusting old man." Carl glared at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald waved his hands and said with a smile.

"Don't be angry, kid. This is just my concern as a father. If you don't want to answer, it's up to you."

"I like this Christmas gift very much. I hope you can be nicer to me next time we talk."

After he finished speaking, Karl only felt a flash before his eyes, and he suddenly appeared in a corner of London International Airport.

That bar and that handsome old man had long since disappeared without a trace.

The speed of the whole process is really unimaginable, and at the same time, the body does not feel any discomfort from being squeezed.

"Sure enough, he is not worthy of being Grindelwald. With this level of magic manipulation, Voldemort probably can't even match a toe."

Karl looked at the people coming and going in the airport, muttered to himself, and then prepared to get up to buy a plane ticket.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he stood up, a first-class ticket of British Airways would slide down from his seat.

A blue sticky note was also attached.

"For your Christmas gift, when you come back, remember to buy a bunch of golden sunflowers in Paris and mail it to the address below."

"Don't forget your mother. She is still angry with you. By the way, I have stored some rare golden rose seeds in the vault in London."

"Give it to Ms. Rozier. I owe her that for Christmas."

"What a damn old bastard, he even didn't forget to cheat his own child before leaving."

Looking at the words on the note, Karl felt his eyes twitching wildly, making himself stand in for his biological father.

Giving gifts to the adoptive mother who raised him, the key point is that there is an unclear relationship between the two.

Just thinking about this logic gives me a headache.

But even so, Carl had nothing to say, but just as he was about to put away the note in front of him.

A small flame of orchid is needed as evidence to defend yourself when conflicts may arise in the future.

It suddenly caught fire and burned the note completely.

Looking at the scattered ashes in his hands, even though they were probably a hundred kilometers away, Carl could still hear someone's wild laughter in the dark.

"Damn old man." Carl cursed angrily, brushed off the ashes on his hands, turned around and walked into the airport.

Since it was a first-class ticket, and the old man did have some power, the fake identity he arranged for him was very high-end.

In less than a moment, Carl passed through the VIP channel and arrived at the first-class cabin of the plane and sat down.

Carl, who had just arrived in the cabin, did not sit down in his seat directly, but kept looking around.

At the same time, magic was used to conduct magic sensing scans on all the passengers who boarded the plane one after another.

After making sure that there were only Muggles on the plane and no wizards, Carl sat down in his seat.

He slowly leaned his body against the sofa, looked out the window at the airport, and shook his head helplessly.

He had never been so confused as he was at this moment. Logically speaking, all the plans were going according to plan.

I have finally put an end to the memories of the past, and I should feel happy.

But the reality is, sitting in this extremely quiet first-class cabin, Carl just feels extremely lonely and confused.

The surroundings seemed a little too quiet. Maybe I had become accustomed to the noisy life with a cat and a dog around me.

Thinking of this, Karl first smiled unconsciously, and then immediately shook his head continuously.

"No, you can't have such an idea. If you take Cedric to France, it will be a terrible disaster."

“It’s scary to think about.”

Carl comforted himself and constantly emphasized this to himself in his mind to help himself strengthen his confidence.

But no matter how he emphasized it to himself, that feeling of loneliness and emptiness could never go away.

Helpless, he could only prepare to call the flight attendant and drink a glass of warm milk so that he could fall asleep quickly.

But just as he stretched out his hand and was about to press the button to call the stewardess.

There was a sudden noisy sound behind me, and a flight attendant was shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Sir, you cannot bring such dangerous items into the aircraft cabin. Please take off the mask on your face."

"We need to verify your identity."

When he first heard this voice, Carl just sneered. It seemed that London was about to become like Florida in the United States.

There are weird things everywhere, but when I think about it, I can't help but feel a little nervous.

I quickly stood up and looked back, and sure enough, I saw a man in a high-end black suit.

He wore a golden mask covered with intricate patterns on his face and held two large plastic bags in his hands.

There were some strange objects inside, even an exposed gas tank.

Looking at this strange flower that was being desperately controlled by the two stewardesses, Carl roared in his heart with a wry smile on his face.

"Grindelwald, it's my honor to have a wild father like you."

At this time, in the suburbs of London, in a suburban market, an old man who was quietly selecting ingredients suddenly smiled meaningfully.