Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Needless to say, it was still Cornelius Fudge who said this, and he interrupted Kevin Lestrange's speech in an unusually forceful manner.

He stared at Carl, who was sitting in the first seat, with a determined expression, as if he would never give up until he got an explanation that satisfied him.

Everyone else present looked at him strangely, as if they were meeting him for the first time today.

In the impression of these people, when has Cornelius Fudge been so brave? Could it be that he concentrated all his bravery in his entire life and burst it out in one day?

A strange silence once again fell over the entire conference hall, and everyone was waiting for Carl's answer.

Carl, who was sitting in the first seat, just narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person with a barely perceptible weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that our Mr. Malfoy does not just want to make more money. This guy really wants to start a new business and even wants to replace himself.

Even though he already knew the other party and had done many things secretly behind his back, he was still able to make this cowardly Minister of Magic...

He was really surprised by the reckless charge forward, and even a little curious about what price Lucius had offered to the other party.

But curiosity aside, in such political meetings, whoever has the right to speak often represents the power.

Of course he couldn't retreat at such a critical moment, so he spoke slowly.

"Very good. It's rare that our Minister has such a spirit of seeking knowledge. It would be impolite if I didn't answer your question."

"But verbal answers always seem a little pale. Let's just watch the live broadcast."

After saying that, Kevin Lestrange on the side immediately started operating on the computer, and soon the picture of the stock hall of the City of London appeared.

It was projected onto the wall by the projector, and the sound was played from a small speaker that came with the computer.

The volume was very low, but fortunately the conference hall was quiet enough for everyone to hear it clearly.

"MAT Technology's stock price has risen by 5% again. There are 72 high-quality shares for sale. If you are interested, please contact the salesperson at window b2."

"MAT Technology Company is selling 176 million shares. If you are interested, please contact the salesperson at window A2."

"476 million shares of the old steel mill in Wales are being sold. If you are interested, please contact the salesperson at window C2."

The noisy sounds in the stock trading hall rang in everyone's ears, giving many people present a sense of déjà vu.

"Is this the bond market in the Muggle world?"

Not long after, a young official spoke up.

After his reminder, most of the people present instantly understood why they had a sense of déjà vu.

They had seen this kind of scene before in the bond market of the First Savings Bank in the magical world.

However, the place where they were at that time was much smaller than the huge and bright trading hall in the picture before their eyes.

The scale shown in the picture was at least 100 times larger than their bond market. The busy flow of people and the noisy sounds made them start to feel a little nervous.

Just two months ago, many of them even pretended to be sick and took leave to go into the bond market to fulfill their dream of getting rich.

But in just one day, those dreamlike fantasies of getting rich were like a soap bubble that expanded to the extreme.

It exploded in an instant without leaving any residue. Now when I see this scene again, the painful memories instantly flood back to my mind.

Carl observed the reactions of the people in front of him. He appeared calm but found it funny in his heart. He glanced at Kevin Lestrange again.

The other party pressed a button on the computer, and the camera angle and microphone reception angle were all focused on a corner in the hall.

A familiar figure appeared in front of everyone.

"Lucius, how come this guy is in the stock market of the Muggle world?"

"How did he get here? No wonder we couldn't find him recently. It turns out he hid among the Muggles."

"What is this guy doing there? Does he have assets in the Muggle world? This kind of behavior is a violation of the Statute of Secrecy."

The moment they saw Lucius appear, everyone else present immediately started talking.

There was surprise and confusion in their words. Through these voices, Carl could basically judge who were on the same page with Cornelius Fudge.

Those Ministry of Magic officials who avoided eye contact and looked embarrassed when facing questions and discussions from their colleagues beside them could basically be concluded that they must have received the news in advance.

Carl had to admit that these guys were good at hiding themselves. From the time he entered the door to now, he hadn't noticed anything unusual about these people.

He originally created this live broadcast just to let others present relive the feeling of seeing their wealth drop to zero in an instant.

Unexpectedly, there were unexpected gains.

As the discussion in the conference hall grew louder, the sound coming from the stock hall was instantly drowned out by the crowd's discussion.

The entire conference hall was as noisy as a vegetable market, until a shrill scream pressed the pause button for the entire conference hall again.

As for the owner of the scream, it was naturally our Mr. Lucius. In the picture, he was shaking all over as if he had a stroke.

His face was as pale as a deathly person, and he only did not fall to the ground because there were people around to support him.

Those eyes revealed fear and disbelief. Being there to see him like this, one could feel the wound in his heart that had taken two months to heal.

The dull pain began again. They were very familiar with Lucius's current appearance and the fear in his eyes.

On that Black Friday, they were standing in the bond market trading hall of the first savings bank in the magical world.

Just like that, from that day on, they lost all the wealth they had accumulated over the years.

Just when they wanted to figure out what happened to Lucius, the live broadcast was cut off.

It turned back to the disk distribution map, and everyone instantly turned their eyes to Carl who was sitting in the first seat.

I saw this extremely handsome young man slowly taking out a cigarette from his sterling silver cigarette case and putting it between his lips.

Then he took out a lighter and lit it. After taking several puffs, he slowly spoke.

"In the following scene, Mr. Lucius Malfoy's investment career has completely ended at that second."

"The Malfoy family's wealth legend has completely become a thing of the past today. As for where his money went."

"I can't say much, but this is my answer. Are you satisfied, Mr. Cornelius Fudge?"