Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Hearing this suddenly, Carl quickly let go of Cedric's collar and turned around with some embarrassment.

At the same time as he did so, Carl's number one anti-fan leader Hannah, along with a group of good sisters, also turned their heads.

I looked behind me angrily, wanting to see who was the blind person who dared to ruin my good deeds.

As a result, after just one look, they were frightened and retreated quickly, along with a group of Hufflepuff students, who hurriedly retreated with their plates.

It turned out that Professor Snape had come behind the crowd at some point and was staring at Carl with a dark face.

Although his image has changed a lot now, his smooth black hair is no longer as greasy as before, and is neatly combed on both sides of his shoulders.

The deep facial features and the black and green custom-made long suit give people a sense of distance while also being beautiful enough.

In fact, just after the holiday, Professor Snape appeared in front of the students in this image.

It did cause a sensation, and many boys tried to imitate this look, and many girls were attracted by the handsome middle-aged professor.

I couldn't help but feel a fondness for him, but unfortunately all this admiration and fondness were given to the wrong person.

Professor Snape attributed all the kindness shown to him to his lack of attention in class or the snot of a troll getting into his head.

So in the Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions classes, he tortured these students even more severely, and because of his cooperation with Carl.

Professor Snape, whose pockets have become very well-off, even has the time and money to prepare various healing potions.

Before every class, he would place the potion directly on the podium, then look at the students below with cold eyes and speak mercilessly.

"In my class, no unnecessary emotions are allowed. The only requirement is to be professional and serious enough."

"I believe that after this class, you will benefit a lot. As for those little accidents that happened to you during my teaching."

"Things like broken bones, facial burns, and severe coma are completely irrelevant. I guarantee that you can all walk out of the class alive."

Such inhumane words, coupled with the even more inhumane actions that followed, made all the students from grades one to seven complain bitterly.

What's more, when Professor Snape prepared the potion, he seemed to focus only on the strong medicinal properties.

To ensure that no matter how badly injured a student is in class, after taking a bottle, he will be full of energy and will not be affected in attending the next class.

As for the smell of the potion, it can only be described as indescribable. The smell of booger and rotten eggs are considered mild.

I heard that Ron, who had always been inseparable from Harry, had his arm accidentally broken by Professor Snape during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

As a result, after drinking the potion, the other person was so spicy that he couldn't utter a complete word for a week.

But that is not the most important thing. After all, physical pain is bearable, but the psychological gap is even more difficult to let go.

Whether it was accidental or intentional, after another accident, Ron simply took the wrong bottle of potion.

After drinking the potion that Professor Snape prepared specially for Harry, the bleak taste he remembered did not appear.

Instead, it smelled of a very refreshing orange juice. Harry, who was standing by, saw her friend standing there in a daze, and said with some comfort.

"I don't think it tastes good, but Professor Snape said that potions of this flavor are rich in vitamins."

"It's better for your health. If you don't like it, he'll give me strawberry flavor tomorrow. You can try it then. That one tastes better."

After hearing his friend's "caring" words, Ron was so moved that he burst into tears.

As a result, this guy cried too loudly and was discovered by the sharp-eyed Professor Snape, and was deducted 20 points from Gryffindor.

He was also sentenced to seven days of solitary confinement, for handling the smelly carcasses of snotty caterpillars with his bare hands without gloves.

So much so that now at the Gryffindor table, Ron still occupied a large area by himself, and no one dared to sit next to him.

In order to avoid the indelible stench that would ruin your appetite or make you faint on the spot.

So when Professor Snape, who is so considerate and sympathetic to his students' glorious deeds, appears in front of a group of little badgers.

Only then will they be able to endure the pain of not being able to eat properly and retreat immediately.

But of course this kind of thing would never happen to Carl. He just glanced at Professor Snape and asked calmly.

"Don't get me wrong, Professor. I'm just educating some fool who can't appreciate my special tenderness."

"Nothing awkward will happen. By the way, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Special tenderness, huh?"

Professor Snape looked at Carl, then at Cedric, sighed, and then nodded.

Such frequent movements aroused the curiosity of the little badgers, and Professor Snape was stared at by everyone in surprise.

He took out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and filled in the parameters into the equation in detail.

Then he went through a series of calculations that no one could understand, looked up at Carl again, and said seriously.

"After the last time, I improved the formula. After a month of observation, I found out why the calculation results were the same twice."

"Almost exactly the same, you......"

"No need to be so precise, professor." Carl stood up quickly, so fast that everyone could only see a shadow.

He quickly came to Professor Snape, snatched the draft paper from his hand, and stuffed it into his ring without leaving a trace.

Then he grabbed Professor Snape's hands, stared into his eyes, and said with a forced smile.

"Let's talk about business first. If there are any problems, solve them. Please use your professional skills as much as possible in the things I have assigned to you."

"Stop using your formulas to calculate the relationships between people. They are definitely inaccurate."

Professor Snape, whose hands were held, had confusion in his eyes as he looked at the anxious boy in front of him.

Said with some doubt.

"Impossible. My formula is proven. I will give it to Professor McGonagall as compensation for my drastic change in appearance."

"This mathematical formula is very accurate and reliable in preventing premature love in grades 6 and 7, especially in terms of relationships."

"I think......"

"It would be impolite to continue talking." Carl interrupted Professor Snape directly and quietly set up a soundproofing spell around the two of them.

To be honest, he was helpless as he couldn't control his charm. You can't ask a sunflower not to face the sun.

Fortunately, his hiding skills are very good, and most people can't see any clues at all, and he can also curb those boring and unreasonable thoughts.

But it seemed that no matter how superb the performance was, it had no effect on the professor in front of him. He was as precise as a machine.

It is really terrible that the results can be obtained by simply calculating the parameters one by one without any deviation.

When Carl thought of this, he became a little panicked. He had to find a way to make Professor Snape stop this dangerous behavior in the days to come.

In order to prevent the image he had worked so hard to build from being destroyed by this guy, he thought hard and came up with a solution after a few seconds.

He looked at Professor Snape seriously and asked calmly.

"Have you used this formula to calculate the relationship between you and Harry?"