Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

There was damp mist condensing on the glass partition. Carl slowly pushed open the glass door in front of him and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment around him.

He couldn't help but start to tense up, all the muscles in his body began to tighten, his observation speed and sensory abilities also began to increase.

Just like a carnivore ready to catch its prey, it is always prepared to deal with sudden danger.

He was absolutely certain that this place was definitely not the Hogwarts Great Hall, nor was it deep in his own memory palace.

Everything around him was too real, the humidity in the air, the noises around him, and that unique smell he had almost forgotten.

He walked step by step towards the interior of the building, and saw only screens shining with fluorescent light, and people lying on seats and sofas.

The teenagers were wearing loose blue and white clothes. Most of them had dark circles under their eyes and their hair was sticky because they hadn't been washed for a long time.

At my feet were piles of leftover instant noodle boxes or white fast food boxes with food residue still on them.

The strong foot odor brought by adolescence, mixed with the smell of cheap tobacco and the rich smell of leather, brings a unique sensory stimulation.

Carl stood in the corridor for a few seconds until a scolding woke him up from his daze.

"Hey you, why are you standing in the corridor in a daze instead of going in to find your friends?"

"I remember you stole your grandmother's ID card and registered as a member here, didn't you?"

"I've already opened the card. Don't stand there in front of the bar, or you'll get mad again when the cleaning lady comes over."

Hearing this, Karl turned his head and saw a fat young man sitting behind the bar, looking at him impatiently.

The other person seemed to be very familiar to him, but he could not remember who the other person was.

The guy saw Carl staring at him, frowned and wanted to continue scolding, but when he saw those eyes.

He couldn't help swallowing and said awkwardly.

"They are all in Box 20. I'll pay you the training fee I owe you in a few days after the boss pays the wages."

"I'll transfer it to you right away. Didn't I give you a little extra internet money?"

"Internet fee?" Carl muttered to himself, and then memories flooded into his brain like a tide.

There seemed to be other memories pouring in at the same time, and he was absolutely sure that those memories did not belong to him, or rather, did not belong to his own soul.

His body began to tremble and his feet staggered, and he stumbled towards the explosion area.

The swaying figure made the network administrator a little worried. He quickly pulled his butt off the sofa, stood up and looked at it.

Fearing that the other party would accidentally faint on the ground, he didn’t sit back in his seat until Karl’s back completely disappeared.

Said with some emotion.

"These young people will eventually break down their bodies."

On the other side, Carl also came to the door of No. 20 where the explosion occurred. He wanted to push the door and go in directly, wanting to quickly figure out where he was.

As a result, just when his hand reached for the glass door of the box, the scene in front of him made him dare not push open the glass door.

I saw a young man with ordinary looks and messy hair sitting in front of the computer in the middle of the box.

He tilted his keyboard and wore headphones crookedly, the mouse in his hand cast an afterimage, and his eyes were fixed on the latest 1080p high-definition LCD screen in front of him.

His movements were extremely sharp and the character he controlled moved gracefully. After a wave of extreme operations, he single-handedly killed five opponents.

He blew up the opponent's crystal by himself, and the friends around him cheered like thunder at the moment the crystal exploded.

The entire glass partition that was affected by the explosion was shaking, and the young man sitting in the middle was undoubtedly the object of their cheers.

He is their hero at the moment, and all kinds of flattering drinks come pouring in, including a 4-yuan iced black tea, dedicated to the hero of this game.

The young man who accomplished this feat was just leisurely drinking iced tea while typing with one hand during the final chat session.

Start by greeting your opponent's family with beautiful words, and then enjoy watching your opponent's defense break.

Outside the door, Carl looked at what was happening in that dirty little room, and a thunderbolt exploded in his heart. He began to subconsciously mobilize the magic power in his body.

He wanted to break everything he saw, but no matter what he did, the magic power in his body did not respond at all.

"Do you really want to leave? This is one of the few bright moments in your life."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded behind him. Carl turned around, only to find that the surrounding environment had changed.

The black Internet cafe that I just remembered has disappeared, replaced by nothingness.

Just like in all blockbuster movies, the protagonist is swimming in a pure black egg.

Looking up, there was only darkness except for the white light on the center stage.

"I have to say, your performance tonight was really awesome." The familiar young man suddenly turned around his gaming chair.

Looking at Carl with a smirk on his face, he completely sank his body into the gaming chair in an extremely lazy manner.

In order to ensure that he could get the most comfortable feeling, he took the iced tea in his right hand and drank it in big gulps, while his smiling eyes stared at Carl.

"I feel like a champion ancient Roman gladiator. This pirated Wrangler mouse, which costs less than 25 yuan, is the Roman dagger I use to cut the throat of my enemies."

"The low-quality leather gaming chair has now become a real iron throne, and the accelerated heartbeat is the drum of war that crowns me."

"The spider web chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the Internet cafe turned into a brazier in the Roman Colosseum, and the fortress made of instant noodle buckets turned into a marble colonnade in the afterglow."

"And this?" The young man gently shook the bottle of iced black tea in his hand and said with a proud look on his face.

"Of course it is the real wine of victory. I have to say that your description is really apt. You are very talented."

"At least that's the case at this moment."

Hearing this, Carl felt that every pore on his body was expanding, his heartbeat began to accelerate sharply, and an indescribable chill rushed from the top of his head to his heels.

He stared at the familiar face in front of him, trying hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and asked tremblingly.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know this description? And what the hell is this place?"

"What kind of magic is this, and what do you want from me?"

"Magic?" The boy looked puzzled, then laughed and said indifferently.

"It's so exciting. I haven't heard this word for a long time. Don't deny your inner guesses anymore."

"Long time no see, my dear self. I thought we might never meet again."

"Karl Hohenzollern, that should have been my name."