Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

To develop, one cannot always rely on others. Lucius has exhausted his channels, and his current business scale is so large that no one else can protect him anymore.

Jimmy has no power of his own; at most, he can rely on Dumbledore's name for a while longer. Now, he has no choice but to start building his own power.

The three businesses employ a total of 89 people, most of whom are recent graduates of Hogwarts, primarily from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff schools.

Today, we've gathered here, and it's as lively as a party, with plenty of food and drink.

Jimmy knew the rule of eating before getting down to business, so he first distributed bonuses to motivate everyone before having dinner.

After the meal, the windows were closed, the doors were shut, the lights were turned on, and all the chairs under everyone's bottoms automatically flew away, dragging them to face the original food serving table and forming five lines.

The light focused on Jimmy, and with a snap of his fingers, the food counter transformed into a lectern raised only 30 centimeters above the ground.

Jimmy stood on the podium, simply spreading his hands slightly, and several protective spells covered the house.

The 89 employees below were all stunned by these few amazing magical moves and remained silent.

They were all adult wizards who had graduated an average of more than two years ago, and many of them had even achieved excellent results in the spells section of the advanced wizarding level exams. However, it was impossible for them to quickly transform the restaurant into its current state in a short period of time.

A prerequisite for casting magic is concentration; distraction can easily lead to the failure of a spell.

To be able to cast spells effortlessly is an advanced spellcasting skill that can only be achieved by a master's understanding and study of magic. None of the people here can do it; they don't have that much time to study such spellcasting techniques.

Jimmy deliberately used this blatant method to display his wealth to them.

How many of the employees below can be trusted?

It's hard to say, after all, they're just trying to make a living, so he has to show them his bargaining chips first.

"The reason we've gathered everyone here for this meeting is quite simple."

Jimmy waved his hand, and a table in the corner flew to him automatically, turning into a lectern that was just big enough to expose his upper body.

He stood behind the lectern, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces below the stage, and said seriously, "Brain Potions and Raccoon Alchemy Workshop can generate considerable profits every day. As a result, some people who consider themselves powerful and influential want to take these two businesses away from us."

The employees in the audience immediately began to whisper among themselves, wondering why someone would try to take over Jimmy's business.

"You might ask, why Blaine Potions and Raccoon Alchemy, and so many other shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade? Why not rob other shops?"

Jimmy voiced the doubts in the minds of the employees: even for ordinary intelligent people, it is extremely difficult to leave the carefully constructed information cocoon and see the true nature of the current wizarding world.

Today, he's here to give his employees a proper lesson in social practice!

He turned around and threw a pen, which spun and hit the wall, instantly transforming into a giant blackboard.

After creating the blackboard, Jimmy turned back to the podium, leaned forward slightly, gazed at the faces of everyone who looked at him, and asked a question, "Do you know what kind of world we live in?"

No one answered, but they all subconsciously began to think about the answer. Unfortunately, this abstract question was difficult to answer in a short time.

That's exactly the effect Jimmy wanted; public speaking is, in fact, an art.

He first poses a question that will pique everyone's interest, then throws out a shocking fact to grab the audience's attention.

"This is a difficult question to answer. Because they will never let you see the truth that this world is controlled by a small group of people."

Chapter 173 Gradually Going Mad

Is the world controlled by a small group of people?

The employees looked at their underage boss on the stage, and the answers they had come up with in their minds were not exactly the same as the answers they were hearing now; they were completely different.

"Now, let me tell you what the real world is!"

Jimmy's tone gradually became more enthusiastic. He turned around, took out his wand, and drew a circle in the center of the left half of the huge blackboard.

Inside the circle is the word "person," and then the tree stump at the edge of the circle branches out into multiple branches, with smaller circles at the ends of the branches.

"Let's take a look at everything that is relevant to each and every one of us: business, institutions, healthcare, education, and media."

The circles of the five branches are all labeled with nouns, and these circles of nouns extend into multiple branches.

"On June 29, I attended a dinner party where I met many businessmen, including the actual owners of most of the shops you can see."

Lucius Malfoy, the de facto controller of Malfoy Pharmaceuticals, Wright Harder, chairman of Whits Harder Books (the company behind Flourish and Blotts), and Aurelius Kuwait, general manager of Troll Security…

Jimmy cited no fewer than ten examples, drawing lines from various fields such as business, institutions, healthcare, education, and media, and recording the actual controllers.

Some clever people gradually figured out the trick, but they weren't quite sure.

But it doesn't matter, Jimmy will help them confirm the horror of it all. "The people I've listed occupy almost 90% of the shops in Diagon Alley, and these people can easily gather at one person's party and talk about when drug prices will go up and when certain goods will be sold off."

This means they have complete control over pricing; if they raise drug prices for a period of time, people who want to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical Injuries and Sicknesses might die because they can't afford the medical bills.

The employees below gradually realized the seriousness of the problem, and one of them immediately raised his hand and asked, "Shouldn't the Ministry of Magic take care of this?"

Jimmy was very pleased with his straight man; his name was something like Jack, and he was a pharmacist.

"That's a good question. Look here, the system. Do you know how many high-ranking members of pure-blood families are in the Ministry of Magic? Even excluding the Weasleys, more than 70% of the people in the Ministry are pure-blood families. 90% of the wizards in Wisengamori have interests related to pure-blood families."

To make it clearer, he counted on his fingers and named some of the more famous people.

"Dolores Umbridge, Director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magical Items; Eric Travers, Captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Investigation Team; Dimitri Flint, Director of the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control; Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation; the Wizarding Examinations Authority... Oh, I can't say, the issues involved are too big, knowing too much won't do you any good."

Jimmy said with a mysterious expression, "Those who understand will understand, and those who don't won't say anything more. I won't say anything more until you confirm that you're staying!"

Gudong!

The employees below kept swallowing, and under the deliberate guidance, they developed a sense of tension as if they were standing on the edge of a cliff, as if there was an invisible hand behind them, a giant hand pushing them off the cliff.

So they dared not move forward, nor dared to retreat, and remained in place pretending not to have heard anything.

Jimmy continued to deepen their fear of purebloods: "The path to advancement in the British wizarding world is now almost entirely monopolized by purebloods. Purebloods are not the Holy Twenty-Eight Races, nor are they bloodlines; purebloods are a tool they use to distinguish 'their own' from food."

Purebloods can be Muggles or half-blood wizards; they don't care about bloodlines at all. Families that truly cared about bloodlines have long since disappeared!

They only care about profit; whoever can bring them wealth will become a pureblood!

Umbridge, who groveled to climb the ladder of power, was a pureblood. Barnabas Guffey, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, abandoned journalistic integrity for profit; he too could be a pureblood!

At the end of the 19th century, the first Dark Lord Grindelwald deliberately exaggerated the Muggle threat theory.

In the mid-20th century, Voldemort could engage in racism.

Now, it wouldn't be a bad thing if Jimmy added a completely different kind of Jimmyism to the wizarding world!

“Every crime committed by the dark wizards of Knockturn Alley is for the benefit of pure-bloods! Pure-bloods control all avenues of advancement, and behind every appointment of a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, there is a group of unseen people giving their approval.”

Ordinary people will always be stuck in the bottom rungs of society. When you try to break through the net and see the truth of the world, they'll just let your head peek through the mesh..."

Jimmy chopped his knife in mid-air.

Click!

The blackboard on the wall behind them was split in two, which terrified the dozens of people sitting below.

“That’s not right!” Landon, one of the first employees to join Raccoon Alchemy, stood up and retorted, “If that’s the case, then Cornelius Fudge is a half-blood, and he’s always targeting pure-blood families. I think he’s doing a pretty good job, always emphasizing equality.”

"Thank you for your question, I can answer it."

Jimmy gestured for the somewhat excited Langdon to sit down, and then slowly began to explain, "In order to prevent ordinary people from understanding their purpose of plundering resources, the purebloods created a set of identities: pureblood, half-blood, and Muggle. While profiting from this artificially created set of rules, they also have to abide by these rules."

Therefore, in their circles, pure-blooded individuals must receive preferential treatment, which is taken for granted.

And who initially put Cornelius Fudge in the position of Minister of Magic? I'll tell you! It was Albus Dumbledore!

Wow!

The dozens of people below seemed to be just discovering this secret, their eyes wide with disbelief.

While everyone else was still processing these words, Jimmy suddenly roared, "But, on what grounds!"

He waved his arms excitedly, “A politician’s son is a politician, a doctor’s son is a doctor. Is this how the world should be? Are ordinary wizards destined to be suppressed by them?”

Jimmy slammed his hand on the lectern with a loud thud. "No! It shouldn't be like this! In my eyes, the wizarding world should be free, open, equal, and inclusive!"

Politicians serve the public, doctors save lives, and businessmen distribute wealth.

We should all unite and strive forward towards a common goal. The road may be winding, we may cry, lose, and grieve, but we will never be happy to collude with evil!

I will never feel pleasure from bullying the weak, nor will I live a muddled, unknown, and confused life!

Because I have always held a belief in my heart: to uphold freedom and egalitarianism!

The employees stared blankly at Jimmy on stage, who was spouting lofty words like freedom, fraternity, and equality.

They couldn't understand Jimmy's words, but they could see some noble mission calling them from his waving arms, the booming voice from his chest, and his swaying head.

Chapter 174 The Round Table

"The eternal struggle and hatred between people are all due to injustice, which is caused by the greed of a few people. It is a small group, like leeches that crawl on your body and suck your blood!"

Jimmy was spitting everywhere; his movements, expressions, and voice were all tributes.

"They don't belong to the wizarding community, and they never see people as equal individuals. Today they see people as tools, tomorrow as consumables, and the day after tomorrow as garbage to be discarded!"

Those pure-bloods who control over 95% of the wizarding world's wealth are the true traitors to the wizarding world, and I will never associate with them!

People are chained to repetitive, day-to-day work; their jobs are controlled by pure-blooded nobles; their very lives are held captive, allowing these pure-blooded aristocrats to exploit them!

"Down with the purebloods!"

Someone shouted this out, which immediately drew more people in agreement, and in an instant, it sounded like ten thousand people were roaring in the main hall.

Jimmy, his voice nearly hoarse from shouting, finally got his reward. He glanced at the crowd below with satisfaction, and after they had vented their frustrations, he raised his hand and pressed it down slightly.

The noise from the audience gradually subsided. His eyes swept over the young faces, first observing the women, then the handsome young men, before his tone returned to normal as he began to wrap up.

"What gives me courage is not money or fame, but you! Those nameless heroes who fight silently for fairness, justice, and ideals in the world!"

clap clap clap!

A loud roar erupted from below; everyone's emotions were stirred by the speech, and for at least a brief moment of fervor, they were able to do many things they shouldn't have done without thinking.

Having read countless online novels in his previous life, Jimmy had accumulated a lot of theoretical experience in rebellion. Now, he wanted to draw on this experience to first build up his organization.

"I know this cause is brutal, because we will be fighting against the remnants of the old world, those parasites who are unwilling to let the people live a prosperous life!"

He glanced at the now quiet employees, raised his hand, and held up one finger, saying, "I won't force you to participate. Anyone who wants to leave can take 1000 Galleons and go."

A thousand Galleons is a lot; it's enough for the people below to live comfortably for several years.

Now, as long as they leave here, they can get the money without having to get involved in those dangerous things.

Unsurprisingly, someone stood up. It was a Hufflepuff alumna who had recently joined the restaurant as a waitress. She hesitated and said, "Uh, I just want to find a regular job."