Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Carl walked slowly, his movements as gentle as a white fox on the snow. He did not run directly to the throne that symbolized power.

Instead, he came to the windowsill and looked outside.

The weather today is very good. The sunlight shines through the thin clouds onto the distant mountains, creating mottled light and shadows.

At his feet, a field of flowers looked particularly bright in the sun, with white cornflowers and tulips of various colors.

And the sunflowers, which occupy 80% of the entire field, bloom under the caress of the sun.

The breeze gently brushed through the petals, bringing waves of floral fragrance upwards, adding a touch of vitality to this somewhat dull room.

"My lady, I think we should start the meeting. Let me introduce you to the patriarchs and representatives of the families present."

Everyone in the reception room stared at Karl standing in front of the window, and the situation had been deadlocked for nearly a minute.

The awkwardness was not broken until Mrs. Joseph, the host, spoke.

This woman was completely different from the quirky and informal person she had been when she was chatting with Karl before.

At this moment, she looked like a typical medieval noblewoman, wearing a gorgeous and fluffy dress.

Wearing an exaggerated wide-brimmed hat and a thin black veil covering her face, she led the men behind her with elegant movements.

He walked slowly behind Karl and introduced him in a calm tone.

"Who is this......."

"no need."

Mrs. Joseph had just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by Karl. Standing in front of the window, he pushed the window in front of him hard outwards.

The tightly closed window was pushed open in an instant, and the biting cold wind poured into the room through the open window.

The temperature of the entire room dropped several degrees Celsius in an instant.

The moment the cold wind blew across their cheeks, it was like a loud slap in the face, waking up everyone who had been staying in the room.

They were no longer in the warm and cozy castle at home, but in the middle of the highest mountains in Europe.

Cold is the eternal theme here, and along with this cold comes an equally cold word.

"No need to introduce them. I don't need to know who they are. They just need to know who I am."

Karl turned around slowly, his black eyes with contact lenses were as cold as the cold wind blowing into the room.

It swept across the faces of everyone behind him, and those guys were also suddenly attacked by the cold wind as if before.

His body couldn’t help but shudder. Seeing this, Karl just sneered and walked towards his seat.

Looking at his leaving back, those men who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had extraordinary demeanor all looked embarrassed.

Only Mrs. Joseph had a smile on her face, but it was difficult for others to read anything from her expression.

After all, this woman's expression has never changed since she appeared in this reception room.

Every time someone saw her face, they would see a smile that was so standard, so perfect, and so fake.

On the other side, after Carl sat directly on the chair that Grindelwald had sat on.

The self-introduction and greeting parts were naturally skipped.

These people could only follow the instructions on the nameplates with some discomfort and sit down in their seats.

Some of them were anxiously and secretly exchanging glances, while Carl, who was sitting in the first seat, just observed these guys silently.

And try to retrieve information from your memory palace that matches the people in front of you.

This was the first time he met most of these people. Almost no one had shown up at the previous meeting in Berlin.

Including Mrs. Joseph on her left, who always kept smiling.

Now that I think about it, most of those who showed up in Berlin at that time were just the apparent leaders of these families.

Many of them are the grandfathers or great-grandfathers of these people. Those old guys are old and have high status.

But in fact, he had no idea about the family, the resources it owned, and the specific number of family members.

Perhaps they have no idea that beneath the smooth and peaceful surface, there are already all kinds of calculations.

Thinking of this, Karl shook his head unconsciously and complained in his heart.

"Noble bloodline, thousand-year family history, never associating with Muggles."

"Pretending to be a true noble from a medieval novel, but actually learning the Muggle tactics."

"Not a dick yet."

After complaining in his mind, Carl had basically planned how to deal with these guys since they wanted to play power games.

Then I will fight to the end. After all, the level of power politics in the land where I live is very high.

Compared with the country I lived in in my previous life, I can’t even sit at the table with the children. I’m only worthy of sitting with dogs when drinking.

So the first step when children quarrel is to form cliques and find allies for themselves.

According to this logic, Karl turned his head first and looked at Mrs. Joseph. He did not smile, but spoke calmly.

"The garden downstairs is nice. The heat preservation magic is very beautiful. What kind of sunflowers are planted in the flower field?"

“It looks very special and very beautiful.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Joseph immediately understood what he meant, and replied respectfully with a professional fake smile showing eight teeth on her face.

"It's RA1787. You may not have heard of it. It's a new type of sunflower cultivated by a Muggle technology company."

"It has the advantages of high oil yield, high seed kernel rate and high yield, and is a very excellent agricultural plant."

"Plants grown by Muggles." As soon as Mrs. Joseph finished speaking, Carl understood what she meant and pretended to be slightly surprised.

Then his face darkened and he spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"Once upon a time, many wizards in the wizarding world thought that Muggles were monkeys who needed to make everything themselves."

"They lack wisdom, are incapable of possessing noble and miraculous magic, and are even less able to change their current situation."

"Now they are able to use the power of technology to breed new species that have never appeared on this planet before."

"And yet here we are, meeting to discuss whether or not we should unite and make changes for the sake of the wizarding community."

"Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

The second step in a quarrel between children is to issue threats based on the topic. At this time, the language used is generally not vulgar, and it is just a verbal threat.

Based on this logic, Karl followed Mrs. Joseph's topic and briefly told everyone present.

I asked you to come here for a discussion, but it doesn't mean you're really here to have a discussion. It's just a gesture of appreciation. You should start taking sides now.

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence came out, a few tactful people joined in.

"Young Master is right. There is no need to hold this meeting today. We should just hold a real loyalty ceremony."

"The current situation is already so dangerous, how can we have any extensive discussions? I think you have lost your minds as officials in the Ministry of Magic of various countries."

"Democracy and all that be damned."