Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Damn it, he used all the energy he gained from eating so much on me."

Karl sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his red and swollen shoulders, looking at the kicked-open door of the guest room with an unhappy face.

Cedric had long disappeared. After getting the answer, this guy stood up with an expressionless face.

Then he ran out of the room like a madman.

Karl looked at the deep corridor outside the door, his heart filled with deep helplessness, and he slowly fell backwards.

I slumped my whole body into the soft mattress, staring blankly at the luxurious ceiling above my head.

When I think about it carefully, I really haven't had a single reliable subordinate along the way, although Kevin Lestrange is extremely capable.

But just thinking about that tsundere personality gives me a headache.

Professor Snape is good in all aspects, but his flaws are too obvious. What if someone controls Harry one day?

There was no doubt that Professor Snape would definitely betray him, and that he was more of a partner than his subordinate.

Let alone Grindelwald, this wild father never left him any good memories.

Although the old bee has been helping him wholeheartedly, after all, the two people's ideas are very different.

The final outcome of the old bee can only be to bear the big blame and disappear from the British magical world.

Go to some remote place with your wild father and live a shameless life.

As for Cedric, Carl felt his shoulder ache again when he thought of this stupid pumpkin head.

"It's really a headache." Carl stretched out a hand and clenched it in the air, his eyes full of fatigue and helplessness.

In fact, he didn't want to force that stupid pumpkin head like this, but the conversation with Mrs. Joseph.

It finally made him realize, or recall, how dangerous what he was about to do was.

Come to think of it, his previous actions in the British wizarding world and the United States could only be considered as rebellion.

I did not try to shake the ruling foundation of the British wizarding world, but just stayed within the existing framework.

Keep making excessive attempts, even if they seem earth-shattering and sensational.

In fact, to use the historical discourse that I learned in my previous life, it did not change the nature of society and could only be regarded as a radical reform.

In addition, he had already found a vest for himself, and the identity of Dumbledore's adopted son did help him avoid a lot of trouble.

But what he has to do next is not just rebellious reform.

It is a complete revolution, although I have often mentioned this word before.

But when the time really came, Carl had to admit that he started to get a little nervous.

Recalling the history of the Muggle world, anything associated with these two words often requires a heavy price to pay.

Because when you raise this banner, it means everyone from the old society and the old class.

They will stand against you without hesitation, and they will concentrate all the strength in their hands to try desperately to strangle you.

They even did a lot of crazy things, like when the Franco-Prussian War ended.

Bismarck, Germany's Iron Chancellor, felt that the peace agreement negotiated by the Imperial Parliament was harsh and unimaginable.

However, no one expected that the Paris government at that time would sign it so easily.

Because to the elites living in Paris, Germany only wanted Alsace and Lorraine.

But the emergence of the Red Commune in Paris would kill them all.

It is better to give to friendly foreign countries than to domestic slaves. Throughout history, the ideas of rulers have always been surprisingly consistent.

"I was planning to fall to pieces." Carl said inexplicably, and then jumped up from the bed.

After using magic to change his clothes, he stayed in front of the mirror for a few seconds, then turned around and left the room.

The red high heels stepped on the stone slabs, making crisp sounds, as if telling stories from the past.

The long corridor in front of me seemed like a tunnel with no turning back.

The murals on the walls, the beautifully carved stone pillars, and the high ceilings all reveal a rich historical heritage.

It looked beautiful, but Carl felt that it was like countless pairs of eyes greedily examining him.

He suddenly recalled what he had talked about with Cedric before, about the meaning of the Chinese word "sacrifice".

Now, he felt like he was walking towards the altar as a sacrifice.

"There's no turning back." Carl spoke again inexplicably. This time there was no hesitation or doubt on his face, only a pure smile.

He quickened his pace, finally even jogging, and soon he arrived at the reception room.

The moment the high heels touched the ground, the crisp sound was like the shout of an officer of honor.

Everyone in the living room focused their attention on Carl at the door.

Carl glanced at the building in front of him. It was a standard palace reception room. There was a huge oak table in the middle of the hall, surrounded by some carved chairs.

There are oil paintings hanging on the walls, depicting the past glory of the Lestrange family.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows onto the floor, creating mottled shadows.

And the most important thing is the huge Deathly Hallows flag with black background and silver lines on the wall opposite the gate.

Under the flag was a gorgeous chair, which was different from the other carved wooden chairs.

The chair was made of pure metal and shone brightly in the sunlight.

And compared to its own brilliance, the historical significance of this chair is even more attractive.

His wild father, Grindelwald, the founder of the Saints, was sitting on this chair and met his believers for the first time.

So much so that after he imprisoned himself in the tower, the chair has not appeared for almost half a century.

So much so that everyone in the audience focused their eyes on Carl for just one second.

After seeing the person clearly for a moment, some people still unconsciously glanced at the chair that was emitting dazzling light.

Carl couldn't help but smile. He previously thought that the dog system had only rated him at 50% of the organization's mastery.

Did something go wrong? Now it seems that I underestimated these wizards at the previous meeting in Berlin.

These people are much more experienced and calm than the naive people in the British wizarding world. They can hide their desires well until they see enough temptation.

It was not until the second meeting that everyone saw the highly symbolic chair finally appear in front of them.

The suppressed desire finally began to stir.

Power is truly an addictive poison.