Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What did you say?" Mr. Zachary Ward couldn't believe his ears. He slowly pointed a finger at himself.

"You mean to let me..."

He didn't continue speaking because he saw the boy in front of him was already smiling and nodding.

"Don't doubt your ears. You heard it right. I want you to take over Mr. Smith's position."

"London's underworld cannot do without an emperor, otherwise it will be in chaos. You are the perfect person to replace him."

"Why me?" Mr. Zachary Ward still couldn't believe it.

"It's very simple." Carl slowly moved in front of him, squatted down and stared into his eyes.

"Because you meet my requirements. I need a ruthless person who is free from worries and dares to do things. You have sufficient academic qualifications and professional knowledge."

"At the same time, the fact that you can get in touch with Mr. Smith shows that you have reached a certain level in the London underworld."

"This shows that you can survive on this path, plus you've been divorced for a long time, and your ex-wife has remarried since you have no children."

"Both of your parents are in a nursing home, and we rarely interact with each other. Among all the financial elites in London, you are the only one who has worked in the underground industry."

"And among the London underworld, you are the only one with a certain level of professionalism."

"So after all the choices, the most suitable candidate is still you. Now tell me your answer."

Mr. Zachary Ward felt his heart beating wildly. He had never imagined that one day he would be able to take over the entire London underground financial industry.

As the new "Black Gold King", he has begun to imagine his wonderful life in the future.

But imagination is imagination, and the reasons given by the young man in front of him could not convince him. These reasons were too high-sounding.

He couldn't help but suspect that the other party was deliberately plotting against him, but just when he was still hesitating.

Karl suddenly changed the subject and said with a smile.

"Oh, there is another important reason. That is, you are a gambler. Once you get addicted to gambling."

"In fact, it is a kind of mental drug to some extent. I never believe that gamblers will turn back, so you will definitely keep gambling."

"You will definitely become a pauper again one day, so you will always be short of money. This is also the best reason for me to find you."

"A man who runs London's underground financial empire must be a bastard and a gambler. He cannot store up huge profits."

"And I need to send it out continuously. Only in this way can I feel at ease."

Hearing this, Mr. Zachary Ward no longer hesitated, even though these words sounded like sarcasm and ridicule towards himself.

But at least it sounded real, so he nodded silently at the smiling face.

"Yes sir, I will do my best."

"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

Carl smiled and stretched out his right hand.

Mr. Zachary Ward also extended his right hand and shook it gently, but he did not say anything polite. Instead, he looked into the other person's eyes and spoke.

"You just said something very frank, but it's definitely not what you really think. Can you tell me the real reason now?"

Hearing this, Karl chuckled and spoke calmly.

"Simple, because I am also a gambler."

After he finished speaking, with a burst of air, his figure disappeared from the room, leaving Mr. Zachary Ward alone with his back against the huge gold nugget.

He raised his head and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

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The next day, the British Ministry of Magic went to the corridor leading to the underground meeting room.

Lucius Malfoy covered his nose and walked forward with disgust on his face. The reason why he was like this.

Because there was garbage all over the ground and no one cleaned it up along the way, the air around us became increasingly smelly.

The usually busy corridors were now empty of any Ministry of Magic employees, and the entire British magic looked and smelled like a garbage dump.

You should know that the main building of the British Ministry of Magic is completely hidden underground, without sunlight and with relatively low temperatures in winter.

It stinks so bad here, one can imagine how dilapidated and ruined the British wizarding world outside is.

Diagon Alley, the busiest commercial street, is now approaching Knockturn Alley.

80% of the shops on the entire commercial street have been closed, and the prices of the shops are not even 1/10 of their original prices.

Whether it was a broomstick or other products, no one would buy them even if the price was lowered. The entire British wizarding community was dead silent.

If it weren't for Carl's forceful order, faced with such a low price, the pure-blood family represented by him would have been...

They have been eager to make a move for a long time. With a large amount of cash in hand, they really want to make the entire Diagon Alley their property.

He had always had this idea before, and he had been the first to write letters to debate with Mr. Hohenzollern many times.

There were many unpleasant things between the two of them because of this, and in the end, Mr. Hohenzollern got angry.

He used that cool black raven to write letters to all the pure-blood families one by one, warning them not to take any action.

If you dare to destroy his plan at this time, just think about how he burned Voldemort to ashes in the Battle of Hogwarts a year ago.

In the face of absolute strength and violence, the major pure-blood families finally calmed down, but they watched their asset prices become increasingly low.

The greed in this guy's heart had long been uncontrollable, and the same was true for him. He was very uncomfortable being caught in the middle.

But after his trip to the Muggle world yesterday, he suddenly had a good idea, so after returning, he wrote letters to all the familiar pure-blood families overnight.

He explained to them in detail what he had seen and heard in the Muggle world, and assured them that direct confrontation would make everyone unhappy.

It would be better to take out some money to test the waters first, and there would definitely be a satisfactory harvest. So I was exhausted after catching five owls in one night.

He raised 200 million gold Galleons in one go, which was twice the amount he had promised the Muggle.

When he thought of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He had never forgotten the sarcasm and ridicule that Muggle had made towards him before.

A lowly thing actually dared to mock the nobles, so he must pay the price. One can imagine the huge value that the magical tool called finance operated by the other party can bring.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited, so he looked at the Patek Philippe gold watch on his hand that he had just bought from the Muggle world.

He felt a little impatient again. Today's meeting was a complete waste of time. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.