Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"There's no need to worry about the kids."

In a high-end private custom suit shop in London, Grindelwald looked at the sad-looking Carl and comforted him with a warm smile.

“You can’t have complete control over everything. Life is wonderful because it is full of unknowns.”

“If everything can be controlled, then your life will lose a lot of fun.”

This high-end private custom suit shop has an elegant and noble decoration. The magnificent chandeliers emit a soft and warm light, reflecting the extraordinary temperament of the store environment.

Compared to those famous brand suit shops, this shop only undertakes some private high-end custom-made orders.

The entire store was much quieter than those bustling shopping malls, and there were only two customers inside: Carl and Grindelwald.

And the two tailors serving them. Carl, wearing a white tight shirt, was sitting on the sofa nearby with a distressed look on his face.

His distress, of course, came from the fact that he was forced to perform an unreasonable drama, and his head ached whenever he thought about it.

If it's just a performance, it's fine. Just make some sacrifices, close your eyes and bear it.

But the news that has been coming out recently has been more explosive and more bizarre than the last.

I thought that at most he was just a man dressed as a woman, playing a role like Snow White or Sleeping Beauty.

However, they did not expect that the four major academies suddenly announced that they would use original scripts. There was still only one princess, but the number of princes increased explosively.

What is certain at present is that Slytherin House is the most subtle, with only four princes added. The script of the real drama is basically adapted from the four major colleges of Hogwarts.

As the villain, the Prince of the Fire Kingdom of course corresponds to Gryffindor, and there is no need to say more about the rest.

In the end, it was the prince of the Emerald Kingdom who defeated all evil forces and proved that he was the princess's favorite.

I thought the plot was explosive enough, but unexpectedly, Gryffindor came up with a story about 6 princes.

The situation on the Hufflepuff side is no less severe. Ever since he failed to make a choice that day, Kevin Lestrange, one of his most capable subordinates.

He actually took the lead in doing things for himself, and wrote a story about 12 princes and princesses in just one day.

But what Carl never expected was that the most exaggerated thing was the group of Ravenclaw guys, who directly made up a story about 20 princes.

Carl's scalp tingled when he thought of those scripts, so he took advantage of the weekend to find Grindelwald to discuss countermeasures.

And this guy brought himself to this inconspicuous suit shop.

At this moment, Grindelwald was standing not far in front of Carl. Although he was gray-haired, he was in good spirits and had an upright posture.

He was wearing a neat suit, which, although a little old, could not hide his former elegance.

Grindelwald's face was filled with a friendly smile, and he was obviously looking forward to this customized journey.

An older staff member was taking him to select fabrics from the shelves nearby. The fabrics were of high quality and rich in color, and each piece exuded a unique luster that made people marvel.

Following the recommendation of the staff, Grindelwald began to carefully select the fabrics.

He gently stroked the soft yet tough fabrics, feeling the comfortable touch they brought.

From time to time, he also puts forward his own requests.

"This one is very good, but it needs to be close fitting and warm enough."

"At the same time, the outer fabric should be stiff enough, and the color should be slightly changed. He doesn't like pure black."

"Is there any khaki or light brown? A reddish brown coat is unnecessary. He likes to wear dark vests."

"The colors are a bit repetitive, and most importantly, the pants must highlight the curve of the hips."

After careful selection, Grindelwald finally chose a high-end fabric that suits his temperament and taste.

Then he began to chat with the old tailor in a relaxed tone, and the experienced tailor immediately gave his answer.

Just nodded and said.

"No problem sir, but we only do private customization here. If you want to order two suits of different sizes."

"It's best to bring that person along. Also, I strongly suggest not to order a pure black three-piece suit, especially one where even the shirt buttons are black."

"This kind of clothes is very unlucky because..."

"Because he usually wears it at funerals, right?"

Grindelwald patted the other's shoulder with a smile, and then spoke very calmly.

"That's the mourning dress made for me."

The old tailor was visibly stunned when he heard this, and immediately wanted to apologize, but Grindelwald waved his hand and continued.

"There's no need to feel embarrassed. My life has been perfect enough. In the last stage of my life, I finally dared to face my inner self."

"I have no regrets anymore. My only wish is to be able to be dressed decently when I die."

"Let's move on to the next step."

Next comes the custom-made process.

The old tailor held a tape measure and carefully measured every part of Grindelwald's body.

His movements were skillful and precise, and every piece of data was accurately recorded by the young apprentice on the other side.

Karl continued to sit on the sofa nearby, watching everything quietly, without saying a word and not interrupting the whole process.

Even though he had many doubts in his heart, he understood more clearly that quiet and warm time together like this would probably become less and less in the future.

Voldemort and those disgusting scripts certainly gave him a headache, but he also knew more clearly what was the most precious thing.

While waiting for his custom-made suit, Carl chatted with Grindelwald in the lounge area of ​​the store.

The main topic of their discussion, of course, was Dumbledore's past scandals. Grindelwald seemed to have endless energy and explosive material to share about such things.

Time seems to become slow and gentle at this moment, making people intoxicated.

Soon, the skilled master craftsman completed the customization of the rough pattern, and the two people came to a separate lounge.

Grindelwald began to enjoy the delicious tea, blowing the hot air from the coffee cup in front of him with his signature smirk on his face.

Said jokingly.

"Actually, there's no need for you to feel too much pressure. You're a natural performer, and your performance is untraceable."

"It's more natural than an average person's expression. You just need to take it seriously. Besides, it shouldn't be too easy for you."

"All you have to do is lie down peacefully on the soft velvet bed, close your eyes and wait for princes to kiss you one after another."