Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Lucius would have been nearly killed by the other party's sudden change of topic, if he hadn't considered where the two of them were now.

He really wanted to stand up and roar loudly.

"Do you want to listen to what you are talking about? Who is that? Albus Dumbledore, the most famous wizard in the entire British wizarding world."

"He can even be said to be the most famous wizard in the entire wizarding world, and he is actually getting married, and he is already so old."

"This topic is no longer a surprise, it can be said to be a shock."

But compared to Lucius's momentary difficulty in accepting the situation, Carl's reaction seemed much more indifferent.

He said calmly.

"Don't doubt your ears, Mr. Malfoy, and remember to keep it secret. This is not news worth spreading everywhere."

"I am only responsible for inviting some people I trust to attend this secret wedding. This is the first time I have entered the British wizarding world."

"As for the promises I made, I am a man of my word."

"That's natural. Thank you for your trust in me."

Lucius's expression was distorted, feeling extremely awkward, and he secretly complained in his heart.

"This is more of a test than an honor, attending the wedding of a man over 100 years old."

"It would be scary to think about if something eye-catching happened at the wedding."

Lucius couldn't help but tremble all over. Fortunately, there was only endless darkness between them, so it didn't seem too awkward.

After doing this last thing, Carl turned around and left, leaving Lucius sitting alone in the corner of the conference room.

He looked down at the glittering golden invitation in his hand, then struck a match and lit a cigarette for himself.

He now has to rely on the power of this item. This news is too shocking for him.

It is even more complicated than when you find out that you have become a beggar.

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Tuesday, March 3th, in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory at Hogwarts.

Ron, or Voldemort, stood alone by the windowsill, looking at the scenery outside through the window.

The Black Lake in the distance sparkles, like a huge piece of emerald inlaid in the earth.

The willow trees by the lake have sprouted tender green buds, and their soft branches sway in the wind, as if greeting passers-by.

The shore is full of colorful wild flowers, red, yellow, purple... They compete with each other in beauty, exuding bursts of fragrance, attracting bees and butterflies to come and collect nectar.

Occasionally a few birds fly over the lake, causing ripples and breaking the beauty of this tranquility.

The grass around the castle also became full of life, and various small animals began to become active.

Rabbits were hopping in the grass looking for food; squirrels were busy collecting pine cones.

You can even see one or two foxes taking a leisurely stroll, enjoying the warm spring sun. The air is filled with the fresh scent of soil, flowers and plants, making people feel relaxed and happy.

As the winter cold gradually disappears, the temperature gradually rises and starts to warm up, and people's mood gradually begins to improve.

Coupled with the good news coming from the British wizarding world, the atmosphere in the entire Hogwarts finally emerged from the cold winter and moved towards spring.

As the economic conditions of many young wizards' families began to improve, their parents got new jobs under the bailout plan of the British Ministry of Magic.

Many people regained the pocket money they had always dreamed of, and the young wizards had a great change in their views of Carl and those so-called dark forces.

After all, most of their parents are now basically arranged to work in Carl's new magic factory.

The British wizarding world's reputation of Carl changed from an unforgivable greedy devil to the economic savior of the entire British wizarding world.

This change in attitude also greatly affected the views of the young wizards.

Now they are no longer keen on quarreling with Slytherin or other houses. With pocket money in their hands, they would like to buy some snacks that they have not eaten for a long time.

Buy some limited edition Hearthstone cards, a broomstick, or bring three or five friends, find a cozy meadow around the castle, and enjoy the spring feeling.

As a result, not many people paid attention to the special game that Carl had proposed before, not even Carl.

He left the content of the competition to the students of the four colleges to vote on, and did not even interfere with the way the competition was conducted.

Anyway, everything is developing in a good direction, just like the scenery outside the window, only one person feels angry and helpless.

That was Voldemort. From time to time, he looked at the little wizards playing on the grass with resentful eyes.

He whispered in dissatisfaction.

"What a bunch of stupid idiots. They were bought off with just a tiny bit of pocket money. Can't they see that?"

"Will this current classmate of theirs become someone who will influence their lives in the future?"

"Their lives will be completely controlled, just like the cattle and horses in the Muggle world. Do they still have any trace of wizards in them?"

Voldemort muttered to himself in dissatisfaction, which immediately resonated with the other owner of this body.

Ron's voice came out of this body's mouth, also expressing his dissatisfaction with those classmates.

"They have always been like this, always deceived and blinded, but no one has woken up like me."

"Only someone as special as me can see through the false face of Mr. Hohenzollern, and only I dare to accept this heavy responsibility."

"We must stop his plot."

Hearing this, Voldemort, who was controlling the body, felt like a thousand horses were galloping in his heart. He first used magic skillfully to cut off the connection between the other party's soul and this body.

Avoid the other person hearing what you are thinking, and then complain harshly in your heart.

"Why do I always end up possessing idiots? How did such a stupid guy grow up? It's so stupid."

After complaining, Voldemort picked up a glass bottle next to him, which had a special mark on it.

This is also a helpless move. After all, the potion is absolutely no different from ordinary water if it is not marked.

Maybe one day I will get it confused and drink it. He held the potion in front of his eyes and observed it carefully, scratching his head and saying.

"How exactly should the poisoning be accomplished? Why would there be such a despicable method? It is really distressing."