Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"It's enough."

Carl glared at the other person angrily, then slowly put down the coffee cup in his hand and said to Grindelwald with a serious face.

"Do you really think that what bothers me are those boring scripts?"

"I do admit that those scripts made me feel very sick, but that's all I felt sick about it."

"What really worries me is that this proposal was made by that guy, even though I never thought highly of him."

"But I have to admit that he is definitely not someone who likes to stir up trouble. He is more likely to think about how to harm me."

"After going through so much trouble and killing so many brain cells, I would never agree to such a disgusting idea if there is no other purpose."

"But you didn't find any suspicious points, right?" Grindelwald looked at Carl calmly with a smile on his face.

"No matter what aspect you take, you can't find any suspicious points. You have lost your overall grasp of the situation."

"This is the source of your anxiety now. You have been in an advantageous position for too long, child, ever since you entered the British wizarding world."

"You hardly encountered any real challenges. Your talent and your level of knowledge far beyond everyone else's allowed you to defeat all your opponents easily."

"So when you really encounter a difficulty that you can't handle, you will become so anxious."

Hearing this, Carl stopped talking, because Grindelwald was right, he was indeed a little anxious for this reason.

From all the intelligence he had obtained, it seemed that the entire British wizarding world and even the European wizarding world were part of his plan.

Nothing unusual happened, and all forces that had conflicting interests with him had either surrendered or surrendered.

Either they have already been taken into his possession, or the only remaining Gringotts is also actively considering the plan he proposed.

There is no attitude of fighting to the death, and within Hogwarts, there is even less to say once the economic conditions recover.

The dark cloud that had been hanging over the four major colleges had automatically dissipated long ago, and the students, now having pocket money, had once again turned their attention to the new flying brooms.

Take your girlfriend to the Three Pigs' Heads bar, or to various strange toys, the student organization carefully organized by Voldemort.

He was completely vulnerable in the face of pocket money, and the opponent had no possibility of defeating him directly.

Ron's body was too weak. Even if Voldemort's soul was fully recovered, he could be reborn with the help of his body.

He could also easily burn the other person to ashes. Everything was too normal, and yet all these normal phenomena seemed so abnormal.

Since the traps hidden beneath the calm water are the most frightening and worrying, this is why Carl is so troubled.

He scratched his head, then looked up at Grindelwald helplessly and asked tentatively.

"You are right. I am indeed very worried. This state makes me feel very uncomfortable, so I need your help."

"You may be the only one in this world who can help me now. If I remember correctly, you have the most powerful ability to predict the future in the entire magical world."

"Compared to that crazy teacher, your ability is more like real magic. I need you to tell me an answer."

Hearing this, Grindelwald slowly put away his smile and then shook his head gently.

"You don't want to help me?"

Carl looked displeased.

"Of course not a child." Grindelwald gave a helpless smile, then said seriously.

"When I was younger, I often used this special magic to create all sorts of unique conditions for myself."

"But as I used these magics more deeply, I finally understood that the reason why the future is the future is that it cannot be changed."

"When you use magic to peek into the future, that future is already determined. The harder you struggle, the faster you will move towards it."

"If there really is magic in this world that can change the future, why would I have waited so long for half a century?"

Hearing this, Karl took a deep breath and then nodded silently.

"Well, since you've already said that, there's no need to say anything more. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Although today is the weekend, I have to go back to school as soon as possible. Strict deployment is always necessary."

"I don't like the feeling that things are beyond my control."

After saying that, Carl stood up from his chair, turned around and prepared to leave, but before he took a step, he was grabbed by Grindelwald.

"Is there anything else?" Carl turned around and asked puzzledly.

Grindelwald pointed a finger around and said with a smile.

"Since we are already in this store, I will also give you a set of clothes and let Little John make you a set."

"His cooking skill is the third best in London."

"Third best?" Carl was even more confused, "Then who are the first and second best?"

"Of course it was his grandfather and his father." Grindelwald smiled smugly. "You didn't really think I just picked a random shop to make such important clothes."

Having said that, the old guy just wanted to pull Karl to the living room.

Karl slapped away the other person's right hand and refused directly.

"No, I have countless custom-made suits, and time is running out. I don't have time to stay here any longer."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Having said that, Carl turned around and left, but just as he had opened the door with his right hand, Grindelwald behind him suddenly said something.

"I know that you have countless expensive clothes in your wardrobe, many of which are much better than those here."

"But none of them were given by me. For a boy, there are many times when a sense of ritual is needed."

"For example, let my father take me to customize a suit for me."

Carl's right hand stopped in mid-air. He took a deep breath and turned to look at Grindelwald with helplessness.

"I can only give you two hours."

"That's enough." Upon hearing that, Grindelwald instantly turned back into that old kid and came to Carl's side happily.

He grabbed the other person's right hand, skipped into the living room, and then shouted at the top of his voice.

"Little John, come out quickly and make my dear son the best suit he can get. This is a gift from his dear daddy."