Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

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Carl's head was full of question marks, and he looked at Professor McGonagall with a look of astonishment, while the other students began to burst into loud cheers.

At the same time, there were a few angry curses, and several senior students almost lost their temper on the spot.

A seventh-grade senior student stood up and angrily scolded the bootlicker next to her.

"Didn't you promise me that you would vote for me? Why did you let a little first-grade kid get elected?"

"If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I will remove your faucet."

The boy who was scolded looked calm as he pointed in Karl's direction and said.

"That's because I didn't look at him that seriously before. If you look at him now, you will know why I voted for him."

The angry senior was still a little unconvinced. She stood up and looked in the direction of Carl, but only saw him at a glance.

All the anger and words disappeared. If a girl with good makeup is a beautiful work of art that can be created by humans and appreciated.

Then Carl, who was sitting there in a daze, was the flowers in spring, the breeze in summer, the fallen leaves in autumn, and the snow in winter.

There is no need for any movement or expression, just standing there blankly is already the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Carl was still in a daze. He didn't feel any joy about winning the award, but instead felt a little scared.

He removed the blockade of the dog system in his mind, and sure enough, he heard the dog talking with wild laughter.

[Too perfect host, you are the strongest succubus in the world, making everyone submit to you. ]

[Play with the hearts of these vulgar guys, hehe! ! ]

[Reward: +1 to male charm, exceeding 90 (you can make men fall in love with you completely because of your appearance).]

I was talking nmd, and Carl greeted the dog system with a friendly sound of birds and flowers.

Professor McGonagall in reality looked at Carl helplessly and urged him in a low voice.

"Okay, Mr. Hohenzollern, after all, this is the choice made by the professor and the students. Don't let everyone down."

"Good intentions!" Carl repeated the word strangely, wondering what kind of good intentions this was.

Now everyone's eyes are focused on me, and each of them is filled with vulgar desires.

So he waved his hand and said quickly.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, but the original intention of establishing this award is to encourage healthy competition among students."

"At the same time, a considerable amount of funds will be awarded to those outstanding students, thus playing an excellent guiding role."

"To be honest, I'm not short of money, so I'll give up this award. This bonus will be awarded to all the seniors in the seventh grade."

"They are about to leave Hogwarts and enter society. They need the money more than I do."

After he finished speaking, all the professors and students stood up and applauded, and the applause continued.

Professor McGonagall also shed tears of emotion. She wiped her eyes and nodded.

“I thought before that the establishment of this award had no effect, but now you have taken the lead.”

"I think this award is very meaningful. On behalf of all students and professors, I recognize you as the most fascinating student of this year."

"You are also the first student to receive this honor. Your name will be forever engraved in the history of Hogwarts."

Hearing this, Carl could only stand up with an awkward smile. He could foresee the future history of Hogwarts.

This award will 100% turn into a so-called campus beauty pageant, and I will most likely be the only boy.

Carl felt a chill on his back when he thought of this, and he quickly whispered to Professor McGonagall.

"If possible, there is no need to remember history or anything like that. I don't pursue that so much."

Professor McGonagall was resolute.

"What are you talking about? Honor is honor. How can I not record it? And I have already made my decision."

"In the trophy display room of Hogwarts, there will be three huge stone tablets displayed in the most prominent place."

"Mr. Hohenzollern, your name will be engraved here forever."

Hearing this, Carl sat back in his seat with a dead heart, quietly enjoying the applause given to him.

At the same time, taking advantage of the chaotic situation, Cedric quickly came over and said with a smile on his face.

"Well, I told you that you would win the award. I put a lot of effort into helping you win this award."

Carl came back to life, grabbed the guy's shoulders with both hands, and stared at him with hawk-like eyes.

He asked with difficulty, gasping for breath.

"You're the one canvassing for me?"

"Yeah." Cedric nodded happily, like a cat waiting for praise from his owner.

He looked at Carl and smiled.

"Yes, I didn't know about this at first. It was Hannah who told me that this vote was to elect the best-looking person in Hogwarts."

"I thought about it carefully. You are the best looking one among all the people I have ever met, so of course I will vote for you."

"Of course it's not all my credit. Hannah and many Hufflepuff classmates have contributed, so if you want to reward me."

“They should also get some of the rewards.”

"Then thank you so much." Carl's back teeth were about to break as he looked at the stupid guy in front of him.

He wanted to kill the other person, but before he could think of how to punish him, Cedric's expression changed.

Suddenly he looked at Karl seriously and asked suspiciously.

"You don't look very happy. By the way, you can't vote for yourself for this award."

"So I'm a little curious, who did you vote for?"

This question forced Carl's sword, which was about to be unsheathed, back into the scabbard.

At the same time, an indescribable embarrassment swept over his whole body. He gently let go of Cedric, turned his head and coughed lightly.

"Stop talking. After all, the award ceremony isn't over yet. We should still pay attention to discipline."

When Cedric heard this, he looked around and saw the young wizards around him because of the result of this award.

They kept discussing and whispering together, and the surroundings were in chaos, as if they didn't need to be quiet.

And why did the other party avoid this question? Is this question difficult to answer?

Feeling something inexplicably strange, Cedric pulled Carl, who had turned his head away, back, held his head with both hands, stared into his eyes and continued to ask.

"Don't avoid the question, Mr. Hohenzollern. I feel like you're feeling a little guilty. Tell me who you voted for."

Carl, whose head was being held down, didn't dare to look into Cedric's eyes at this moment, and his eyes looked upwards.

Staring closely at the bronze clock hanging from the ceiling, he never for a moment wished that time would go faster.

The awkward situation lasted for more than a minute, until the surroundings gradually quieted down, and Cedric still asked without giving up.

"Tell me quickly, who did you vote for?"

"Is it time?" Carl said slowly, but this was not the answer Cedric wanted. He asked back with a puzzled look on his face.

"What time is it?"

But just as he finished speaking, the door of the auditorium was pushed open from the outside, and Hagrid, covered in dust, shouted at the top of his voice as soon as he entered the auditorium.

"It's bad, Professor McGonagall. There are ten Death Eaters, a total of ten dark wizards. They have set the Forbidden Forest on fire and are heading towards the castle."