Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Carl's words made Cedric hesitate. In the past years, he thought he was not a coward.

But the flame of courage in his heart began to gradually extinguish when it came into contact with the cold reality.

There was always a voice in his mind that kept repeating to him not to try to get close to the truth.

Your life has nothing to do with them. Go back to Hogwarts, go back to England, and everything will be fine.

You are still the most respected and beloved senior among Hufflepuff students.

Still an excellent student in the eyes of teachers.

Still the pride of my father.

The voice was so strong that he could only bow his head and remain silent.

Until a plain voice sounded.

“You can opt out.”

“What!!!” Cedric looked up suddenly, but found that Carl, who was looking at him, had no change in his expression.

He opened his lips slightly and repeated it again.

"Don't doubt it. Generally speaking, for others who join my organization, their only chance to quit is death."

"But you are my first real friend in Hogwarts after all. People who are first-timers always have some privileges."

"You can choose to quit, and I won't do anything bad to you. We can still be good friends when we return to school."

"My world has nothing to do with you."

Karl said these words so calmly, but in Cedric's mind, these words were like thunder.

It exploded in his mind, and the huge noise kept echoing in his mind.

It was like a red-hot coal, branding directly into his heart, causing him to feel excruciating pain.

But while those coals brought pain, they also provided the most precious fuel for his dying flame of courage.

Cedric stood up suddenly, his red eyes filled with tears, and roared loudly.

"What right do you have to make such a choice? Do you think you are a god? Can you dominate everything in the world?"

"Why do you become so arrogant and think you can control the fate of others? We can't do anything, right?"

Facing Cedric's roar, Carl also slowly stood up, his expression did not change at all, and his tone was terribly cold.

"You're right. I'm not a god, and I don't have any ability to change the world, but it's the same."

“Those who stand at the top and enjoy the cake made by the people at the bottom with their lives, blood and tears, have no power to change the world.”

“They claim to be the ruling class of this world, the makers of the world system, but in fact they are just another group.”

"People who have been alienated by the system have never been the subject of history. Neither you nor I are the 1000 warriors who sacrificed their lives to realize their ideals."

“And their compatriots who are still suffering behind them, and all the ordinary people in this world, they are the main body of history.”

"I have never been so naive as to believe that one person can completely change the world. I am an absolute egoist."

"I will only act in my own interest."

"Then why did you do this?" Cedric continued to roar, his brain quickly digesting what Carl had just said.

"Don't tell me you didn't do this out of any good intentions."

Hearing this, Karl's expression finally began to change, and a smile appeared on his face, this handsome young man.

He smiled and shook his head, then looked at the still burning city at the foot of the mountain and spoke calmly.

"Of course, I do all this because I can't get what I want under the current world order."

"Since this world cannot provide what I want, then this world is meaningless to me."

"Letting it go to chaos, or even complete destruction, is what I want to do, and I don't have much patience."

"Some people say that if you leave the fire, you can wait slowly, but I don't like this. The fire is meaningless to me."

"I prefer to throw the incendiary bomb directly into the powder magazine."

When Cedric heard this, he wanted to refute Carl, but he had not systematically studied this knowledge.

He couldn't find any words to refute, so in the end he could only stare at Carl and yell from a personal perspective.

"What about life? The lives of those 1000 people are just bargaining chips in your eyes. Human life should not be used as any kind of bargaining chip."

"Everyone's life is worthy of respect, and the loss of life can never be restored."

By the end of his words, Cedric's throat was hoarse, and this kind-hearted boy was using almost all the strength of his lungs.

Then he forced the words in his heart out of his throat.

But Karl, who was sitting opposite him, was still terrifyingly calm, and his tone of voice still did not show any emotional fluctuations.

"You're right. No one's life should be used as a bargaining chip, but they can be used as a sacrifice."

"Please understand that the sacrifice I'm talking about is not some kind of fuel for black magic, but something much grander."

"You know what? In the east of this continent, in that distant country, they call the death of a hero a sacrifice."

"If you have some knowledge of their writing, you should know that the word 'sacrifice' originally refers to the cattle and sheep slaughtered in sacrifice to heaven and earth."

"Don't you find it strange to use a word like this to represent the death of a hero?"

Carl's question made Cedric, a top student at Hogwarts, freeze in place.

Of course he knew what Karl meant, but he hadn't thought deeply about it.

So he slowly looked up at Karl and said frankly.

“I don’t know the answer to that.”

Hearing this answer, Carl laughed with relief, and his tone finally changed. He spoke with some excitement.

"I must also be honest with you. I have never thought about this question before, or I have never deeply understood the answer to this question."

"But I can give you the answer now. Although there are many unfair things in this world, there is one thing that is always fair."

"That is, everything follows the principle of equal exchange, whether it is an individual or a country."

“When great nations are in trouble, the best men of their people use the heavens and the earth as altars and their lives as sacrificial calves.”

"Pray to this ruthless world, in exchange for the liberation of your nation, in exchange for the prosperity of your country. If one life is not enough, then ten people will do."

"If ten lives are not enough, then one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, or even one million or ten million."

"The holy city is right under our feet. The god believed in by three religions is indeed ruthless. He always collects payment before delivering goods."

Having said this, Carl stood on the top of the mountain, opened his arms to let the breeze caress his body, and took two deep breaths.

Because he also needs time to ease the guilt in his heart, but he adjusts quickly.

It only took two breaths to dispel the remaining guilt in my heart.

Then he slowly turned around, looked at Cedric quietly, and asked calmly.

"I don't expect you to understand what I'm saying right now, but I hope you can answer my first question right now."

"Is it a choice to quit or not?"

When asked this question, Cedric stood there silently, then lowered his head and slowly approached Karl, and finally grabbed the guy's tie.

He imitated the other person's previous domineering attitude, forced the other person's face close to himself, and spoke with a weird expression and gritted teeth.

"Don't think about dumping me you bastard, I will always be behind you, and if you do anything bad, I will definitely be your most staunch opponent."

"I will verify every word you say in the years to come, you annoying junior."

Karl, who was forced face to face by the other party, showed no sign of anger, but just spoke calmly.

"Of course, my dear senior, or to put it another way, you are welcome to join our organization, Comrade Diggory!!"

After they finished speaking, with a burst of air, the two figures disappeared on the Holy Sepulchre Mountain.

At the same time, in a valley in the north, Muhammad had just finished his prayer and was listening to the radio in his ear.

There are constant reports coming in from the "squid" government about this "terrorist attack".

Mohammed shook his head and was about to ask someone to turn off the radio, but suddenly some books or something fell down from above his head.

Those things were wrapped in exquisite paper, made into a traditional gift style, tied with exquisite bows, and pinned with a card.

it reads.

"This is your Christmas gift, K. The true path to salvation lies within it."

Looking at the line of text, Muhammad was a little excited. Having lost both hands, he did not seek help from anyone.

He bent over and opened the gift with his teeth. Inside was a small book wrapped in red leather.

There is a golden sun painted on the package, with a kind old man portrayed in it.

And underneath the little book, there was a newspaper, but the time of the newspaper surprised him a little.

2024 5.13! Looking at this string of numbers, Mohammed's heart beat extremely fast. He was so excited that he flipped through the newspapers with his only remaining foot.

I want to see whether my country will have escaped from suffering in the future, almost half a century from now.

But as the newspapers were turned, this strong soldier would smile and then sigh and cry.

After all the newspapers were turned over, Muhammad suddenly saw that there was a card at the bottom with the words written on it.

"If this is the real future, are you still willing to fight?"

Looking at the line of text, Muhammad slowly closed his eyes, letting the tears from the corners of his eyes wet his collar.

But when he opened his eyes again, he shouted without hesitation.

"??? ????? .(forever)!!!"