Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"It's no big deal Professor Snape."

Compared to Professor Snape's nervousness and anger, Carl seemed very calm. He looked at Professor Snape calmly.

"With your level, no abnormalities were found in the potion test, and no abnormalities were found in the chemical test."

"There are only two possibilities in this situation. One is that the opponent really has no intention of doing anything in this game."

"The other answer is that the other party has found something, a magical potion that can escape all these tests. Compared to the previous answer."

"To be honest, I'm more looking forward to the latter one. Otherwise, this game would be a bit too boring."

Hearing this, Professor Snape glared at Carl unhappily, then quickly waved his hand to signal him to get out.

"Since you like challenges so much, then leave now. I have other work to do and I am not in the mood to talk nonsense with you here."

"How is the biology lab I need ready?"

"I've brought it to you." Faced with Professor Snape's expulsion, Carl did not get angry. Instead, he took out a suitcase from his ring and handed it to the other party.

"It's not easy to get these things. BSL-4 level laboratories, this level of laboratory, only a few major countries in the world have it."

"And it is subject to very strict regulations. It probably took a lot of effort to get these devices. I started preparing a year ago."

"From planning the equipment procurement route to designing the accident, I don't know how much thought went into it, in addition to bribing various parliamentarians and senior officials."

"It also cost me some connections in Palestine and the Middle East to reassure me that the equipment is safe and that it is in real life."

"It should have been hit by an anti-ship missile and sunk into the Mediterranean Sea along with the freighter."

Hearing this, Professor Snape's expression changed slightly. His expression has always been awkward.

It seemed like he hadn't smiled on his face for a long time, and he had forgotten how to thank others.

He could only twitch for a long time, then nodded awkwardly.

"Got it. I won't forget everything you've done for me. I will definitely do what I promised you."

Without much greetings or corny sentimentality, Carl, upon hearing this, casually threw the suitcase in his hand next to Professor Snape's chair.

He waved his hand, turned around and left. It was extremely quiet all the way until he was about to climb out of this space using the ladder.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

"Please don't die, you nasty Mr. Hohenzollern."

Hearing this, Carl showed his signature smirk, nodded slightly, and left confidently.

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At the same time, in the secret room of the Gryffindor dormitory, two souls in one body were arguing fiercely.

Ron Weasley's face kept changing into various expressions, looking like a person suffering from schizophrenia.

"Didn't you tell me that you had already put something in those cosmetics? How come that guy was able to wake up safely?"

"Our plan failed, didn't it? Our plan failed, didn't it? Our plan failed, didn't it??"

"No, I've explained to you many times that this is just a little trick and a little maneuver."

"The soul power of your classmates is too weak. If they are given a sufficient amount at once, their souls will be traumatized immediately."

"The whole person will look like he hasn't woken up yet, which will arouse the other party's suspicion, so I deliberately divided these potions into several portions."

"Anyway, there are still two rehearsals and a formal performance to come. As long as everything goes smoothly, Mr. Hohenzollern will be doomed."

"And with so much time, we can also slowly add some other things to those performers."

"Let them try to stay awake in their damaged souls, leaving no trace, just like we have always done."

Voldemort was really driven a little crazy. Ever since today's rehearsal, he had occupied this body, which belonged to the nasty red-haired kid.

Like a madman, he kept asking himself whether his plan had failed, and this question continued throughout the journey.

It was like a hundred crows howling in my ears, and the other person seemed to be extremely excited. There were even several times when I almost lost control of my body.

He didn't expect that this red-haired kid's resentment towards Mr. Hohenzollern was much deeper than his own.

So much so that his soul, which was almost annihilated, could still burst out with such strong control.

This made Voldemort very helpless, and he could only hide in this secret room and persuade the other party in a kind voice.

This behavior, which wasted all his good temper, left him with a very bad feeling.

I used to be in a corner of the Hogwarts Infirmary, using all I had learned about Transfiguration to persuade another idiot in a nice and gentle manner.

That time, he had almost exhausted all his patience and good temper. As for the result? He was burned to ashes by the green flame, along with the remaining soul.

Fortunately, after your last failure, Voldemort thought he had calmed down a lot and was more patient when facing such fools.

He knew that this red-haired kid had lacked recognition and care from others since childhood, so he had to go along with his temper and praise him well.

So he spoke as gently as possible.

“Before you do anything big, you should first have patience. You should not forget what height the other person has reached.”

"The entire British wizarding world, the entire Hogwarts, has been deceived and blinded by him. Only people like you who possess extraordinary wisdom can do that."

"Only then can you see through his disguise and wake up on your own. This is a level that no one has ever reached. Do you want to do this just because of your impatience?"

"Will it ruin our efforts over the past few days? We must hide ourselves and use the tactics that guy is best at to defeat him and reveal his true face."

After hearing these words, Ron, who had been making a fuss, finally calmed down and kept talking to himself.

"That's right. I'm the only one who's awake. I'm the only one who's seen through his disguise. I'm the only one who's the wisest."

"I need to be patient, I need to be patient..."

As he continued to mutter to himself, Ron's breath became weaker and weaker until it completely disappeared from this body.

Voldemort regained control of the body and completely sealed the cowardly and deceived boy deep within his body.

Green light appeared in those pupils, and anger and unwillingness appeared distortedly on that face.

"Karl Hohenzollern and this annoying red-haired brat, we don't have much time left, wait a moment."

"Wait a little longer, the great Dark Lord will be back soon."