Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

As he spoke, Carl used his improved optical magic to project a light and shadow of the trading hall between the two of them.

At the same time, he acted as a commentator in a seductive tone.

"There are rows of neatly arranged trading counters, and a professional trader sits in front of each counter."

"Their eyes were focused and determined, and their fingers were typing quickly on the keyboard. The wizard had never seen such a scene before. Just by typing on the keyboard in front of them, transactions were completed directly."

"In front of him were multiple display screens, on which were scrolling price information for various real estate futures, equity funds and other financial products. The numbers were changing so fast that it was dizzying."

"The noises in the trading hall were endless, including ringing phones, intercom calls, traders shouting prices, and printers spitting out transaction documents."

“These sounds interweave to form a unique symphony that is both rhythmic and full of uncertainty.”

"Countless wizards lined up to exchange their life savings for pieces of paper filled with words."

"I left the hall with a look of excitement on my face, but of course this wasn't the most exciting thing."

Having said that, Carl paused, snapped his fingers lightly, and the projection in front of the two began to change.

I saw a wizard in tattered clothes, with an excited look on his face, coming to the counter with a piece of paper in his hand. The waiter at the counter didn't say much.

He just glanced at the document in front of him, and after verifying its authenticity, he placed a pile of gold Galleons wrapped in black wrapping paper in front of the wizard.

The gold Galleons were packed into cylinders of 100 each, with the outside of the paper being pure black and the emblem of the first savings bank in the wizarding world printed in gold.

The eyes of everyone present were drawn to the ragged wizard, who stretched out his black hand with ugly nails.

He raised one of the rolls of gold coins with trembling hands, and then broke it open with force. The moment the wrapping paper broke, countless gold coins shining with golden light fell on the marble floor, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Of course, that voice was simulated by Carl himself. He had a smile on his face and his eyes were looking at Professor Snape.

Then he slowly opened his mouth and continued speaking in that seductive voice.

"At the moment when the gold coins fell to the ground, the wizard seemed to feel that time had stopped flowing. He looked at the gold coins jumping on the floor."

"I just felt my breathing start to quicken, and next to the screen in front of him, the speaker kept playing the sound of successful transactions."

"In such a noisy environment, the ragged wizard did not pick up the gold coins on the ground, but just turned around and left with the remaining gold coins."

"And the moment he walked out of the door, countless neatly dressed wizards immediately surrounded him. They did not try to snatch the money from him."

"Instead, they were like a group of jesters seeing a monarch, fawningly trying to sell their products to him, looking at the wizard who was surrounded by a crowd outside the door."

"What would the wizard think? What's more likely is that when he turned around, he saw the gold coins scattered all over the ground, and no one picked them up."

"The crowd crowded forward, and everyone's face was filled with an undisguised madness, as if they would be the one to get rich in the next second."

As Carl finished his interpretation, the projection in front of the two of them also fixed the camera on the moment when the wizard turned his head.

I don’t know if it was intentional or for other reasons, but the wizard’s face in the picture was blurred and no expression could be seen.

Professor Snape stared at the scene in front of him, silent.

Carl lit another cigarette, and as he exhaled the first puff of smoke, he spoke slowly.

"What is the probability that he will remain rational now? Dear professor, can you answer this for this stupid student?"

"0%." Professor Snape gave the answer without hesitation. This was his character, even though the answer went against his usual logic.

It was the answer he didn't want to say, but he would still say it without hesitation. He has always been a person who can afford to lose, with only one exception.

When Carl heard the answer from Professor Snape himself, a smug smile appeared on his face. He had finally defeated his opponent in the field of logic, which was his opponent's best.

This feeling is really wonderful. Facing the loser, he must take on the attitude of a winner, completely kill him and rub salt into the opponent's wounds.

So he continued while smoking.

"That's great. According to your previous calculations, if this wizard enters the bond market and makes a lot of money in this way."

"Considering his reputation for being cautious and stingy, it will only take about two weeks."

"This matter will be known to all wizards who have had any relationship with him. So guess what those wizards will do next."

"Let's assume that only 10% of wizards start taking actual action, and then use this formula to calculate repeatedly."

"Then set the final number to be the number of all wizards in the entire British wizarding community. How long will it take to complete the spread?"

"432 days and 6 hours!" Professor Snape gave the answer directly, and then looked at Carl deeply.

At this moment, a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart. As the top potion master in the entire wizarding world, he had absolute confidence in calculations.

His calculations would definitely not be wrong, just like the young man in front of him, with his blue eyes hidden in the white smoke.

It seemed as if he had seen through everything long ago, and everything was just as he had calculated, or just as Carl had calculated.

Exactly to the minute, in a year and a little over a month, those wizards were like the monsoon that came on time every year.

He voluntarily put all his wealth into this guy's pocket and looked at the boy smoking in front of him.

Professor Snape was silent, influenced by this bastard.

During this time, he read a lot of Muggle books on physics and science, and was interested in those wonderful mathematical formulas.

I have sincere admiration for the geniuses in Muggle history, but I am not interested in books on philosophy and economics.

But he felt that it was nothing special. The contents of most of those books were ambiguous and every sentence could be interpreted in various ways.

That kind of uncertainty and duality were what he hated the most, but the bastard boy in front of him made him understand.

Behind those absurd words, there is indeed a sophisticated and strange logic, which has no effect on individuals.

But once a group is brought under this rule, it can change everything silently.

Professor Snape remembered that that logic had many names, sometimes it was called Keynesianism, monetarism, and neoclassical macroeconomics.

Of course they also have a general name, "capitalism".