Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

“Carl, Karl??”

Cedric whispered Carl's name and pushed the other's shoulder with his hand.

But Carl, who was curled up on the sofa, showed no intention of waking up. He just turned his head slightly.

Like a disturbed kitten, he went back to sleep after having a tantrum.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Cedric was a little overwhelmed for a moment, on an ordinary day.

Karl's daily routine can be considered very regular, and in this respect he is like a typical German.

Every night at 7 o'clock, I arrive at the dormitory on time and then sit behind my desk to process documents for an hour.

8点起身去换洗间进行简单洗漱，8:15坐在床上看半小时书，8:45准时上床睡觉。

He will get up at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, and the time can even be accurate to the second, just like the German Emperor William I.

The accuracy of the schedule can even be used by Berlin citizens to calibrate their clocks.

But now, looking at the lazy and gorgeous kitten in front of him, Cedric couldn't take his eyes away because of its cuteness.

And because I had never encountered such a situation before, I was a little overwhelmed.

Just at this moment, a breeze blew into the room from the windowsill, bringing with it a faint scent of tulips, which made the temperature of the whole room drop a little.

In the early summer on the Scottish Highlands, the breeze in the middle of the night still carries a hint of the chill of the lingering winter.

Cedric tightened his collar, looked at Carl who curled up tighter because of the cold, and smiled helplessly.

I slowly squatted down and looked at that face quietly. The moonlight shone on the boy's face, and his trembling eyelashes looked particularly playful.

Her delicate skin was covered with exquisite facial features, and the moonlight seemed to cast a layer of translucent light over her.

Cedric had to admit that Carl, who occasionally became quiet, had lost his former powerful aura.

Instead, she looked a little lazy and cute. He stretched out a finger and poked the other person's face.

The touch is a bit like pudding, with a slight coolness.

After playing enough, Cedric stood up with a smile and said in a serious tone.

"Well, Mr. Hohenzollern, as your senior, I can't bear to see you catch a cold in the middle of the night because of this bad habit."

"But as your roommate, your previous dictatorial behavior has deeply hurt the relationship between us."

"So I have no intention of forgiving you yet. I am helping you only out of responsibility. I hope to receive your sincere apology later."

After saying that, he poked Karl’s face again, and seeing that the other person’s expression did not change, he nodded with satisfaction.

“Since you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your admission.” Cedric said as he tried to pick up Carl.

As a result, due to the opponent's non-cooperation, several attempts failed. The guy in front of him was much heavier than he had imagined.

His body was also very strong, and he had never noticed before that this guy had such a bad sleeping posture.

There would be a huge reaction to any slight disturbance, and on the third attempt, Cedric was punched in the chest by the opponent.

He quickly leaned over to the bed and coughed a few times, then pulled open his collar to look at his chest muscles, which he had worked so hard to build up. They were now red from being beaten by this guy.

He could only scratch his head for a moment, and the repeated exercises made him feel a little thirsty.

After all, he had been in the common room for nearly six hours without having any food or even a drop of water.

So he kept scanning the dormitory, trying to find anything drinkable, and soon he found something.

On the small table next to the sofa where Carl was sleeping, there were many glass bottles placed in a mess, which looked like wine bottles.

He hurried over, picked up the empty bottle and smelled it, only to smell a fresh scent of strawberry and passion fruit.

"It's not alcohol?" Cedric was a little confused, "Then why did this guy sleep like this."

After saying that, the guy started to clean the table as usual and was at the end of cleaning up the garbage.

I found a bottle full of pink liquid and looked at the unopened bottle.

Cedric was a little confused. What if it was something important? Wouldn't it be a bit rude to open it so carelessly?

Just as he was struggling, Carl, who had been curled up on the sofa, suddenly stretched lazily.

Then he turned over and continued to sleep quietly. Seeing this guy looking so comfortable, Cedric felt a little uneasy and ashamed in his heart.

It disappeared in an instant. This guy owed me something. I couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night.

I have to help him clean up so much mess, so drinking a bottle of his drink is nothing.

With a completely moral closed loop, he opened the seal without hesitation, picked up the glass bottle and took a sip.

Yes, it was the same strawberry and passion fruit flavor, after making sure it was not poisonous and tasted good.

Cedric drank the entire bottle of pink liquid in one gulp without any hesitation.

After drinking it, I didn't feel anything other than it was a bit too sweet.

Just when he turned around, he suddenly saw Carl, who had been curled up on the sofa and sleeping.

I don't know when I walked behind him, this guy's eyes were hazy, as if he had not woken up yet.

He looked at him with dishevelled clothes, his nose moving slightly as if he was smelling something.

"Are you awake? If you are, go back to bed and sleep. You will catch a cold and get sick if you continue like this."

Seeing Carl suddenly appear, Cedric, who was startled, quickly calmed down, pointed to the bed on the side and asked in a low voice.

Carl did not have any direct reaction. He slowly approached Cedric as if he was sleepwalking.

She slowly moved closer to the other person, then suddenly grabbed the other person's shoulders with both hands and squinted at Cedric's face.

Then he stretched his head over and kept sniffing something on the other person's neck with his nose.

"What a nice smell! If something smells this good, it must be delicious."

Carl was talking to himself as if in a dream, with a weird smile on his face that made Cedric's whole body creep out.

But this is not the most terrifying thing. After this guy talked to himself for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit his own neck.

Cedric quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the despicable attack, and then began to run around each other's beds with Carl.

Cedric yelled as he ran.

"Wake up, wake up, what do you want to do?"

Carl, like a vampire smelling blood, kept following Cedric closely, stretching out his hands to try to grab him.

While shouting in that hazy voice.

"Don't go, wait a minute, I'll just take a bite, I'll just take a bite, it smells so good, it really smells so good."

The two guys started doing a set of aerobic exercises in the dormitory late at night.

However, as the number of laps he ran increased, Cedric, who had not eaten dinner and had already exercised before, became tired.

His physical strength began to decline and his speed gradually slowed down, but Carl behind him seemed to be determined to achieve his goal.

After pursuing him relentlessly, Cedric was finally thrown onto his own bed by Carl with a thump.

Carl held Cedric's arms with both hands, squinted at him under him, and said with a smile.

"I told you not to run. I'll only take one bite."

After saying that, he opened his mouth wide and bit Cedric, while Cedric was already tired and confused on the other side.

He looked like he had resigned himself to his fate, he was so tired that he could hardly move, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

But when he closed his eyes and prepared to face the imagined pain, he never felt it.

He didn't know how long it was until he heard a slight snoring sound in his ear, then he slowly opened his eyes and looked to the side.

I only saw that Carl might have fallen into a deep sleep without knowing when because he was too tired.

Looking at the other person's profile, Cedric, who was almost out of strength, could only use up his last bit of strength.

He covered the two of them with the quilt, then fell on his back, looked at Karl’s profile and spoke softly.

"Good night, you troublesome fellow."