Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The winter morning light slowly rises, and the city of Paris gradually wakes up from the night.

The Eiffel Tower in the distance looks particularly dazzling under the rising sun. Its outline is looming in the morning glow, like an elegant lady swaying gently in the morning light.

Along the Seine, the sun shines on the water, making it sparkle and contrasting with the historical buildings on both sides of the river.

The river is like a silver ribbon, closely connecting the ancient and modern of Paris.

The number of pedestrians along the river began to increase. Some of them took a leisurely stroll, while others stayed in groups of three or five, watching and commenting on the tourists coming and going.

Paris during the holidays always reveals a unique laziness, until the sun shines on the Champs-Elysées, the avenue known as "the most beautiful street in the world".

It is even more brilliant at this moment under the winter sun. Although the trees on both sides of the street have lost their green leaves, their branches form beautiful silhouettes under the sunlight.

Shops on the street opened one after another to welcome customers, with all kinds of goods displayed in the windows. Lazy clerks stood at the door without any intention of soliciting customers.

In the meeting room on the top floor of the French Ministry of Magic, Mr. Raymond stood on the windowsill, overlooking the city waking up in the sunshine.

He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Nearly half an hour had passed since he sent Mr. Leonard and the two rookies to investigate the situation.

No news had come yet, and the whole city was eerily quiet, just like every peaceful morning.

He took a sip of the wine in his hand, let out a helpless sigh, and turned to look back.

As a result, the sadness in my heart did not dissipate at all, but became even more intense. The scene before me was really unbearable to watch.

The top-floor conference room, which symbolizes the highest power of the French Ministry of Magic, has now become a special restaurant.

The long table, which should have been filled with important documents, was now covered with a white tablecloth and placed with exquisite silver tableware and sparkling crystal glasses, creating a formal and solemn atmosphere.

However, in sharp contrast to this solemnity are the overly greasy and formal dishes on the table.

Plates of golden fried food are piled up like small mountains, and the crust is so crispy that you can almost hear the "crunch" sound when your teeth bite into it.

Next to it is a steak fried in plenty of butter, exuding a rich but not so fresh flavor, without any trace of the lightness and healthiness of a French breakfast.

In addition, these guys got some traditional oriental dishes from somewhere that looked exquisite but were actually heavy in taste.

For example, braised pork and sweet and sour spare ribs, although they are delicious, they seem a bit inappropriate at such an early morning.

The executives who were previously dressed in strange attire have now changed into neat business attire.

Sitting around the table, everyone opened their mouths wide and enjoyed the high-calorie food in front of them like a glutton.

The speed at which they ate and the exaggerated shapes of the food made people who didn't know think that the French Ministry of Magic had gone bankrupt and even the top leaders didn't know how many days they had been hungry.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of oil and the sound of bottles of sparkling water being opened. After all, it is impossible to pair so much fried chicken and steak with a bottle of Burgundy red wine.

Two liters of happy water is obviously a more suitable choice.

Looking at these colleagues eating fried chicken with Coke, Mr. Raymond even had some doubts about how desperately these guys wanted to surrender.

It is possible that it is not necessarily for the sake of family interests or personal future, but simply for the sake of being able to enjoy these high-calorie foods openly.

After all, let alone those wizards who look down on Muggles, even an ordinary Frenchman.

As an old European Zhengbaiqi, we don't think highly of this unhealthy diet coming from the other side of the ocean.

You have to know that when these guys are in public, they are more pretentious than each other, and they are experts in all kinds of red wine and perfume.

In contrast, Mr. Raymond, who only drank a glass of sherry for breakfast, became the healthiest one in the group.

"Would you like a piece, sir? This is top-quality fried chicken, marinated with black pepper and various spices."

"Coat it with egg batter and bread crumbs, fry it in hot oil until golden brown. God has no better food than this."

Looking at his leader, he was standing aside with a glass of wine, and his expression was not very good.

Gerald Leroy, who had previously advocated surrender, walked up to the other party with a piece of fried chicken on a plate and made an invitation with a smile on his face.

Looking at this subordinate who could be diagnosed with severe kidney deficiency without a doctor's diagnosis, Mr. Raymond could only feel his temples throbbing wildly.

He stared at the other person and asked uncomfortably.

"Mr. Leroy, you are a member of one of the most prominent wizarding families in the French wizarding world."

"Why do you like to eat this kind of food? And aren't you worried at all?"

"More than half an hour has passed, but the whole city is still eerily quiet, without even a sound of movement."

"You worry too much." Mr. Leroy smiled indifferently and looked out the window, watching the city of Paris waking up in the sunshine.

He said it in a very literary way.

"What a nice day! If it weren't for all this trouble, I would have brought my violin."

"If you go to the Seine and set up a stall to perform, you can not only earn some money for drinks and snacks, but you may also meet some foreign beauties."

"I tell you, you don't have to play those classical pieces, you also have to learn some popular music."

"Last time I hooked up with a high school student from the United States. Of course, she is an adult. Let me tell you about her legs..."

"Get lost." Seeing that this irrational guy had brought the topic back to women, Mr. Raymond interrupted him in annoyance.

He waved his hand with disgust on his face and the other person returned to his seat.

As a result, this guy just stood there motionless, still holding the plate forward with a smirk on his face.

"Have a piece, my dear Minister. It's really delicious. I'm not kidding you. This thing is better than Beef Wellington."

"There are so many strange and expensive things, and so many delicious things. This is the simplest happiness."

"We eat calories directly into our stomachs to please our bodies, minds and brains."

Seeing that this guy was trying to pester him, Mr. Raymond had no choice but to pick up the fork on the plate.

Put a piece of fried chicken in your mouth and take a bite. When the crispy skin makes a pleasant "crunch" sound.

His tired and somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

Mr. Leroy, who was standing by, immediately said something mean when he saw this scene.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I? Enjoy it, my dear minister."