Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Have you heard? About that unseemly rumor."

"How can you call it a rumor? I've been waiting for this day. A handsome blond junior and a silly senior. Oh my god, I'm so happy."

"You make me sick."

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, a pair of third-year girls were eating and whispering to each other, gossiping quietly.

Of course, they just thought they were speaking very softly. In fact, the volume of their voices was loud enough for people around them to hear their conversation clearly.

Fortunately, the entire auditorium was filled with discussions about this topic, and the students once again divided into small groups, whispering to each other.

Most of the boys had a puzzled expression on their faces, with some awkward changes on their faces from time to time.

The ladies were discussing very heatedly, and screams broke out from time to time.

A week has passed since the first rehearsal of the drama, and in two days, this long-prepared competition will come to an end.

During this week, the hottest topic in the entire Hogwarts was no longer the drama performance competition.

It was about the gossip between Carl and Cedric. At first, it was just a few Gryffindor students chatting while eating.

Then the topic started to spread like wildfire, from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

The entire Hogwarts, whether it was the young wizards or professors, were all discussing this strange love story, and people no longer cared about whether the story was true or not.

Wanting to know more about the details of what happened that night, the little wizards discussed it enthusiastically. Their flushed cheeks and yearning expressions reflected their inner thoughts.

In fact, at the beginning, some people were opposed to this, believing that it was nothing but fabrication. Among them was the leader of the opponents.

It was the long-legged senior from Slytherin, Miss Charlotte. Even now she had always firmly denied that there was any improper relationship between Carl and Cedric.

And the attitude was so strong that it had reached a paranoid point. In the entire Slytherin house, several boys had been admitted to the infirmary because of this incident.

But it's strange to say, regarding the duo protagonists of this incident, Carl basically does not appear in public except for necessary drama performances.

He had been staying in the dormitory all the time. As for Cedric, he had been there a month before the news came out.

His Hufflepuff classmates rarely saw him, and now it has developed to this point, and the script of the story has become...

The two of them had already gotten used to it and began to practice day and night in their dormitory. Now they would do it every noon or evening after class.

There was a large group of little badgers lying in the corner of the dormitory door and eavesdropping.

"As expected of Mr. Hohenzollern, even though it has come to this, I think those people still like him very much."

"They rushed to perform drama without caring what the mouth had tasted."

In the Great Hall, in the corner of the long table of Gryffindor House, a short student next to Ron looked at the lively discussion in the Great Hall and said sourly.

And his words soon resonated with the people around them. These people rushed to express their dissatisfaction with Karl, and their tone was full of jealousy.

Ron or Voldemort just sat quietly in their seats, elegantly savoring the beef red soup in front of them.

While glancing at the other people present without leaving a trace, he saw that the people around him all showed their disgust for Mr. Hohenzollern.

He couldn't help but smirk. It was obvious that he was the one who hyped up this topic, although he was not willing to admit it.

But Voldemort has indeed begun to learn the methods and strategies of Carl, this little guy, when his hard power is inferior to that of the other party.

The operation worked wonders, and he began to use public opinion to destroy the opponent's reputation and expand the conflicts within the opponent's team as much as possible.

It is obvious that his message has had a very good effect.

The discussions among people around me are proof of this.

"Humph, that blond devil has been using his handsome appearance to seduce others. That kind of seduction is the lowest level, taking advantage of the lowest desires in people's hearts."

"The core members around him basically gathered around him for this reason. Now he finally couldn't help but expose his true face."

"The disintegration of the core team is nothing more than normal. Mr. Kevin Lestrange is said to have returned to France."

A senior student said this in a disdainful tone.

He is very tall but very thin. If it weren't for his thick black hair, he would look like a stick insect that has turned into a spirit.

"I've heard about it too, but I don't know if the news is true or not, but the only thing I can be sure of is this."

"Mr. Lestrange has disappeared for a whole week without any trace. It seems that he has indeed left in anger."

A fat classmate echoed.

The Lestrange they were talking about was naturally Kevin Lestrange, who was beside Carl and one of the people Voldemort had always wanted to get rid of.

Through the channels of "Gold Devourer", he has learned that Mr. Kevin Lestrange has been in charge of all financial aspects of Mr. Hohenzollern.

It can be said that nearly half of the wealth of the entire British wizarding world is in the hands of the other party, if this guy can turn against us.

It will be a huge benefit to me, and it will also help me accept the entire British wizarding world more smoothly after this matter is over.

At the same time, he can also use the wealth in the other party's hands to further seek control of the entire magical world.

That's right, simply returning to his prime is far from enough, the great Dark Lord's ambition will never stop.

Again, if that damn Karl Hohenzollern could do it, there was no reason why the great Dark Lord couldn't do it.

As for failure, how could the Dark Lord's plan fail? The previous ones were just ridiculous accidents, and now everything is running smoothly.

Thinking of this, Voldemort elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth with a white silk scarf, then stood up and gave a polite smile to the others present.

He turned around and left with the plate. He made sure that no one was noticing him. The audience was still discussing that topic enthusiastically.

Voldemort left quietly, being very careful as he went, constantly touching the wall with his hand.

As if sensing something, he finally came to a lady's laundry room, after making sure that the annoying female ghost did not appear.

He said "Turn on" to the faucet with a little snake carved on it.

But the sound didn't seem to be made by a human.