Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Mr. Cornelius Fudge, you are unwilling to even address me as Minister?"

Cornelius Fudge asked loudly, of course in his heart, in reality he could no longer control his anger.

He turned around and looked straight at Carl who was sitting in the first seat, forced out that ugly smile again, nodded slightly and said.

"Okay, Mr. Hohenzollern, let's try not to waste any more of your time."

After saying that, he walked alone towards the end of the conference table. You should know that this conference room is the second largest room in the entire British Ministry of Magic.

The main chamber of the Wizengamot Council, second only to the Supreme Court of the British Ministry of Magic, is commensurate with the room's floor area.

The conference table in this meeting room is also the largest one in the British Ministry of Magic, with a length of nearly 20 meters.

The person sitting at the end is at least 5 meters away from the two closest people, which causes the person sitting in that position to look up every time.

I could feel a group of people staring at me from above. This arrangement was originally intended to allow other people who came to this conference room for negotiations.

Feeling great mental pressure, making it easier for them to succumb to the Ministry of Magic.

What Cornelius Fudge didn't expect was that one day, his careful arrangements would actually have an impact on himself.

When he looked up, he saw countless pairs of eyes staring at him, with disdain, pity, and helplessness in their eyes.

Of course, the most special one was the young man sitting in the first seat, who didn't even glance at himself sitting at the end.

The other party had taken out a bottle of red wine at some point and placed it next to him. He drank it by himself while discussing something with the boy next to him.

He spoke slowly only after he finished a whole glass of red wine.

"Well, since Mr. Cornelius Fudge has just said so, there is no need for us to waste each other's time."

"Then let's get straight to the point. The current crisis in the British wizarding world is essentially a financial crisis caused by deflation."

"I know you don't have any idea about this term, you can simply understand it as there is not a penny in the market."

"All the items cannot be sold no matter how low the price is. The solution is very simple, that is, someone comes up with a large sum of money."

"By backing up those financial products that have gone bad and injecting liquidity back into the market, all problems will be solved."

After hearing this, the other senior officials of the Ministry of Magic felt that it was quite professional and made some sense, but at the same time, it seemed as if it had said everything and nothing at the same time.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and we were still confused.

At this time, old Barty Crouch, who had been silent before, was the first to speak.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, not all Ministry of Magic officials have been sitting there doing nothing since the crisis began."

"Some people still went to understand what happened and learned some of the reasons for the crisis. For example, I, the old man, also read some books."

"First of all, I want to confirm that your statement is professional and correct. Then I must ask you a simple question, which is who will pay for this money."

"I don't care about your tricks and complicated contracts."

"No matter how well you package yourself, I always believe that money and wealth cannot disappear without reason. Someone must have made a huge fortune from this crisis."

"So I hope that someone can take out some of the money they earn instead of waiting for the Ministry of Magic to clean up this mess."

"Even the remaining savings of the Ministry of Magic were taken away in the same way."

Old Barty Crouch's words made the others present stand in awe of him, even though they knew the old guy in front of them.

He has a bad temper and is stubborn, and has never really listened to the Minister of Magic. But then again, how many people are willing to listen to the Minister of Magic now?

Many people just don't want to offend each other, so for old Barty Crouch who always confronts Cornelius Fudge.

Others just smiled and no one looked at it differently, but the situation today was completely different.

Regardless of whether the others present were willing to admit it or not, they all knew that the young man in front of them was actually the most powerful person in the entire British wizarding world.

Only the other party can save the current British wizarding world, and at the same time, the other party can completely push the British wizarding world into the abyss.

So when faced with such a person, most other executives did not dare to have too many ideas.

The previous behavior of their minister has already represented the thoughts of the vast majority of people. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

So when I saw old Barty Crouch say these words so righteously, and dared to defend the interests of the Ministry of Magic in front of the other party.

No matter how unwilling the others were, they could only admire the other party in their hearts, thinking that he was a real man.

Carl on the other side immediately pretended to appreciate it, but his tone did not weaken.

"Mr. Barty Crouch, what do you mean by that? I beg your pardon that I cannot admit the accusations you have just made."

"We have done some deals before. I don't care whether those people call me a greedy devil or some other nicknames."

"But I can guarantee that at least as a trader, I am always sincere and fair, and I give the other party what they want."

“Everything I have is earned legally.”

"So you're not willing to pay the money." Old Barty Crouch said in a tit-for-tat manner.

After he said this, the atmosphere in the Time Conference Room suddenly became tense. Other high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic all held their breath, not daring to even breathe.

I was afraid that the two of them would break down in the next second, and then all the days of waiting would be in vain.

Fortunately, this stalemate did not last too long, just a few seconds, and Carl took the lead in waving his hand to signal everyone to relax.

Then he looked at old Barty Crouch with a smile and spoke.

"Don't be so nervous, sir. Since I came here today, I must have come with sincerity, but I definitely won't give out a gold galleon for nothing."

"Every penny I spend must bring me back a penny of profit."

"What do you mean by that?" old Barty Crouch spoke up next.

Karl just continued to smile, turned to look at the others present, and said calmly.

"Need I say more? A deal, a fair and reasonable deal. I will help you solve the current crisis."

"In the name of all senior leaders of the Ministry of Magic and on behalf of the entire British Ministry of Magic, you sign a reasonable plan contract with me."