Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The mouth of the bottle stopped less than 5 centimeters away from Mr. Zachary Ward's lips.

Through the bottle and the vodka inside, Lucius's face was distorted and ridiculous, looking like a real clown.

After all, he drank two large glasses of vodka, and his pale face turned red, looking like an overripe tomato.

His eyebrows and facial features were all distorted together under the reflection of the wine and the bottle, and the awkward smile on his face only looked ridiculous at this moment.

Looking at the ridiculous face in front of him, Mr. Zachley Ward felt extremely happy in his heart, but on the surface, he could only pretend to be painful and frustrated.

He tried desperately to grab the bottle with his hands and shouted loudly.

"Please give it to me, my lord. The only thing I can rely on now is the magic of alcohol. I have become a complete loser."

"There is not enough time. There is not enough time."

"What do you mean by not having enough time? Can you please explain clearly? Don't drink like this. It's harmful to your health."

Hearing the other party say that there was not enough time, Lucius felt that a large amount of profit was about to fly away, and he was extremely anxious at this moment.

While maintaining a concerned expression on his face, he disregarded the decency and elegance of a nobleman and tried to snatch most of the bottle of vodka from Mr. Zachary Ward.

Mr. Zachary Ward on the other side also saw Lucius's inner anxiety and immediately increased his performance intensity.

Like a completely crazy gambler, he tried his best to snatch the half bottle of wine, and secretly kicked Lucius twice in the process.

Lucius was kicked twice in the stomach and his cheeks twitched wildly in pain, but he still pretended to care about the other person on the surface.

While continuing to emphasize that drinking like this is harmful to the body, he plays this snatching game with the other party.

After a few rounds, most of the bottle of vodka was spilled all over the floor, and the two men's high-end suits were also stained with it.

The stench of low-quality industrial alcohol filled the entire reception room until the last drop of alcohol was spilled on the carpet.

This farce-like snatching game was officially declared over.

At the same time, Mr. Zachary Ward's performance officially reached its climax. He knelt on the carpet with lifeless eyes, looking up at Lucius who was drunk.

He looked distraught, like a desperate gambler. He stared into the other person's eyes, his voice mad and hoarse.

"Why, my lord, why do you want to stop me from throwing myself into the arms of Bacchus? I have nowhere else to go."

"There is not enough time now. The short-selling group cannot wait that long for that 1% of the shares. They are very anxious to get their funds offshore."

"I'm afraid I've already left London, England, and gone to any corner of the world. I don't have a chance anymore. I don't have a chance anymore."

Looking at Mr. Zachary Ward's distraught look, Lucius couldn't help but be shocked by the performance.

The rationality in his mind kept reminding him that he couldn't completely trust everything the young man in front of him did.

So he did not answer the other party immediately, but stood there and observed silently, trying to find the other party's flaws.

However, the scene before him made it impossible for him to find even a single flaw. Even if it was a performance, it was top-notch.

He had only seen this kind of performance in one person before, and that was Karl Hohenzollern.

"Impossible, impossible, there are not so many monsters in the world."

Lucius kept repeating this sentence in his mind, trying to deny his own guess. He knew very well that this kind of psychological activity was very bad.

You know, since entering the stock market in the Muggle world, he has not been standing still. He has also read a lot of books about stocks and psychology.

Although he is not as good as researchers who specialize in psychology, Lucius can now be considered a scholar with a certain level of knowledge in psychology.

He was very clear that the root of his contradictory psychological activities might be his fear of Karl Hohenzollern.

I don't want such a terrifying person to appear around me again, so I try my best to deny my own guess, even though it is completely correct logically.

But for a proud noble like him to admit that he was afraid of a Muggle-born wizard from the bottom of his heart, he might never be able to do it in his lifetime.

So all he can do is keep escaping, even giving up his rational judgment, and being constantly fueled by his inner greed.

Lucius finally decided to believe the other party. He tried hard to force a smile, slowly bent down to look at Mr. Zachary Ward, and asked gently.

"There's no need to be so sad, and there's no need to be so scared. I can help you with any of your difficulties. You said before that you don't have time."

"Keep calm and recall carefully. Explain the whole story clearly. As for your gambling debt, I will help you settle it later."

"Really? My dear sir."

There was a gleam of light in Mr. Zachry Ward's eyes, like a trapped person who had been drifting on the sea for many days and finally saw the green island in the distance.

"Really." Lucius, who caught the information in that look, reaffirmed himself. That illogical judgment might be intended to make the other party reveal the news as soon as possible.

He added one more sentence.

"I guarantee it with my noble status."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zachary Ward crawled forward on his knees and quickly crawled to Lucius' feet.

With those two stinky hands stained with vodka, he tightly hugged Lucius's trouser legs and howled with excitement.

"Thank you so much, my lord. I will give you everything I have. You are my second parent."

As she said this, she actually started to cry with snot and tears, and at the same time, she inadvertently wiped all the snot and tears on Lucius's trouser legs.

This made Lucius feel nauseous. He could only suppress his nausea and pointed at the sofa beside him.

"You should go back to the sofa and sit down. We are going to discuss what happened to you just now. Don't worry, your problem has been solved."

"Please be a man and stop crying like that."

Hearing this, Mr. Zachley Ward knew that the other party's patience was about to run out, and after completing his idea of ​​disgusting the other party to the extreme.

He loosened Lucius's trouser legs, slowly stood up from the vodka-soaked carpet, and smiled awkwardly.

He sat down on the sofa pointed by the other person, then casually picked up an expensive silk napkin and wiped his hands and face.

Then he turned to look at Lucius' distressed face and spoke slowly.

"That is so, my lord."