Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Thinking of this, Kevin Lestrange couldn't help but shook his head, trying to drive out those messy thoughts in his mind.

But just as he was about to devote himself to today's work, Karl's voice rang in his ears again.

"Have you investigated the whereabouts of those funds?"

Hearing this, Kevin Lestrange clicked a few times casually on his laptop and turned it around.

He pointed at the computer screen and said.

"This is where the funds went. I wonder how he, as the technical director of our company, could be so poor."

"Now he doesn't even dare to buy snacks in bulk. I thought he had changed his mind and started to consider our overall plan."

"I didn't expect that he was simply poor. He is really a kind person."

Kevin Lestrange's words were full of sourness and sarcasm, and Carl's eyelids twitched wildly as he listened.

But after carefully looking at the data on the computer screen, he could only wave his hands helplessly.

"Let him be. People's personalities always change at different stages of life as they grow older and gain more experience."

"People who are innocent and kind when they are young may not necessarily become evil, perverted bastards when they grow up, but there are always some minority."

"They held on to their bottom line and even protected their younger selves from being killed by something called time."

"Some people never grow up, but that's exactly why they seem cute, isn't it?"

"Yes!! He is so cute that he has deceived the eyes of our great Mr. Hohenzollern."

Kevin Lestrange suddenly let out a strange cry, and the sourness in his words was even stronger than before.

Carl was frightened by the strange cry, and at the same time realized that he had said the wrong thing. He looked so angry that he became like a pufferfish.

Staring at Kevin Lestrange who was sulking at him, he first awkwardly reached out and touched his nose, then suddenly put his hand on the other person's face and pinched it hard.

Carl pinched the other person's chubby face and said unhappily.

"You're angry every day, angry every day. That's why you're not cute. Isn't this little face quite funny?"

"Why does it have to be so round?"

"Let go, let go. This is not what a leader should do."

Kevin Lestrange tried his best to escape from the clutches of the devil. He rubbed his red face and glared at Carl fiercely.

Then he lowered his head and continued his work. Seeing this, Carl stretched out his right hand and touched the smooth head.

It can be considered as compensation or a reward. After spending such a long time together, he has already understood how to deal with a tsundere little cat.

The usual way of dealing with dogs no longer works, and sometimes you need to do the opposite.

Just like that, the two of them sat together, leaning against each other, without saying a word. The only sound in the entire living room was the typing of the keyboard.

I don’t know how long it took, but the quarreling sounds coming from the other side of the wall gradually disappeared, and a bunch of chaotic footsteps sounded.

The two people in the living room did not make any move. One continued to enjoy his cigarette while the other continued with his work.

As the sound of footsteps got closer, Cornelius Fudge, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared at the door of the reception room with his group of lackeys.

When Cornelius Fudge first saw the two people in the reception room, he was obviously stunned for a few seconds, but he quickly recovered.

He stretched out his right hand from a distance, with a smile on his face, and walked quickly towards Karl, speaking in an apologetic tone as he walked.

"I am very sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Hohenzollern. Those old stubborn people are really difficult to deal with."

"You must have waited a long time."

"I didn't wait too long." Facing Cornelius Fudge's outstretched right hand, Carl continued to sit in his seat and smoke, with no intention of shaking hands.

He squinted his eyes at the fat man in front of him and said contemptuously.

"It was just an hour, 1 minutes and 48 seconds of waiting."

Hearing this, the smile on Cornelius Fudge's face froze instantly. Kevin Lestrange, who was standing next to him, replied to the last message.

He also silently put away his laptop. He looked at Carl beside him, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Has it started yet?"

The situation remained deadlocked for half a minute, and Cornelius Fudge was the first to give in and apologized.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Hohenzollern, but the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore resigned is really too surprising."

"I have to take care of such an important matter first. After all, he is your adoptive father."

Cornelius Fudge's attitude was very humble, but there were some warnings in his words. It was obvious that this guy wanted to use Dumbledore's resignation as an excuse.

You no longer have the backstage subtext to threaten Carl, and at the same time you are trying to express it intentionally or unintentionally.

Now the entire British wizarding community believes that Dumbledore is the mastermind behind this financial crisis.

You are his adopted son and a notorious blond devil in the entire British wizarding world. Aren’t you afraid of being implicated?

If it were someone else, they might have some concerns about this kind of veiled threat, but for Carl, it was like looking for death.

He took out another cigarette from his cigarette box, lit it with magic, and took a deep puff.

Then he blew the smoke directly into Cornelius Fudge's face, and the acrid smoke made it impossible for the other person to open his eyes.

He shed a lot of tears and looked miserable.

When Cornelius Fudge finally opened his eyes, he saw a pair of determined blue eyes staring at him.

"Minister, I still have several handwritten letters from you here, as well as the most recent invitation letter you sent me."

"Would you like me to recite it here in public? I was invited here to help you solve the problem."

"I'm not here to listen to your stupid meetings. I don't care what those idiots in the British wizarding world think, or what you think in your hearts."

"I came here today just to inform you that I have a plan and then tell you the plan."

"It doesn't matter whether you are willing to listen or accept it. Anyway, I think this stage is too small. The wizards in the British wizarding world have no advantages at all except that they are a little stupid."

"If you want to take advantage of my misfortune and implicate me, then at worst I will give up the British wizarding world and the American Magical Congress across the ocean."

"You have always been very interested in my plan, so the only way to give me an accurate answer is to listen carefully to my plan."

"Or do you want to chat with me again?"

At this point, Karl paused, took another puff of cigarette, and then spoke in a cold tone.

"By the way, I have to remind you that I don't care what you think, or what the wizards in the British wizarding world think."

"Albus Dumbledore is still my guardian and adoptive father. I have never denied his love for me, so you'd better pay attention to what you say."

"It's best if those unbearable adjectives never appear again."