Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Then tell me what is going on with this factory. What exactly are the products you produce? You use drugs to ruin a person's life."

"This is truly disgraceful, Mr. Hohenzollern."

Cedric, who was pressed down on the sofa, roared angrily.

Carl, who was called out by his full name by the other party, was really a little angry. He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm and spoke.

"I repeat, this is all a legal business. I am not that low-class and I don't bother to do that kind of thing."

"I was making money from drugs, but I was not a low-end drug dealer."

“You still don’t admit it.” Cedric roared, turned his head with effort, opened his mouth wide and bit Carl’s right wrist hard.

"I wipe."

The bite was really hard. Carl withdrew his right hand because of the pain and grimaced in pain as he looked at the red wound.

Cedric took the opportunity to break free from the other party's restraints and ran straight to the office door.

As soon as my right hand touched the door handle, I heard an urgent shout from behind.

"Colloportus, imprison him quickly!"

The light hit his back, and he fell straight to the ground as if he was tied up by invisible ropes.

Carl didn't waste any time talking to him. He just carried the guy on his shoulder and raised his bitten right hand.

He slapped the other's butt hard and cursed.

"How dare you bite me, you fool who doesn't want to use your brain, I will definitely teach you a lesson today."

As Karl was about to throw Cedric on the sofa and ask him to explain, the door of the office was suddenly opened from the outside.

Deandre ran into the office in a panic, and as soon as he stopped, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw my eldest brother carrying another boy and was about to throw him roughly onto the sofa, watching the boy's actions.

There seemed to be some bondage elements in it, and seeing that he had seen something he shouldn't have, he could only cough lightly and explain awkwardly.

"Sorry, sir. I left my car keys here. I'll come get them. I'll be leaving right away."

After saying that, he was about to pretend to take the key from the cupboard next to him, but before he could reach out his hand, he was greeted with three sharp gunshots.

Three 9mm Parabolic pistol bullets flew past the dreadlocks on his head and shattered the energy-saving incandescent light bulb behind him.

"roll!!!"

"No problem, boss!!!"

With a rebuke and a response, Deanre slid out of the office smoothly. Before leaving, he not only closed the door considerately, but also locked it from the outside.

Then he slowly sat down along the door panel, patted his chest and gasped for breath. It was so thrilling that he almost got silenced.

In the office, Cedric was thrown roughly on the sofa by Karl, and then he was like a shrimp that had just been fished out of the water.

After tossing and turning on the sofa, Carl ran to the desk beside him, opened the drawer and searched through it.

He walked up to Cedric with a pile of documents.

"Look carefully, this is the certificate issued by the American Medical Association."

"This is a certification made by the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration."

"This is the customs declaration form, and most importantly, the tax record of this factory."

"Open your eyes and take a good look. It's both English and you should be able to understand it. When did I lie to you?"

Karl threw documents in front of Cedric, but his movements and angles were a bit tricky.

He rolled the documents into sticks and spanked Cedric hard on the butt each time he took out a copy.

Cedric listened to the other party's confident words and could roughly guess that he seemed a little reckless just now.

But he was still a little unconvinced, and like a huge caterpillar, he curled up his body and tried hard to pupate.

He tried hard to turn his body around, then used his mouth to turn the pages of the documents and began to read.

Karl sat in the chair behind the desk, looking at his right wrist with a distressed look on his face.

There was a red and purple tooth mark on it, and it still hurts a little.

About half an hour later, Cedric felt that his saliva was almost absorbed by the papers.

He then stopped and asked with some lack of confidence.

"Even if your actions are completely legal from a legal perspective, I have personally seen the raw materials for the drugs you produced."

"Those are all psychotropic drugs, which can cause people to become seriously addicted. How do you explain that?"

Seeing that the other party was still not convinced, Carl had no choice but to stand up and take out a fresh plant from his ring.

He asked, placing it in front of Cedric.

"You should know what this is, right?"

"Dream Bubble Flower?"

Cedric recognized the plant in front of him immediately, "Isn't this thing used to make sleeping potions?"

"What do you use it for?"

"Of course it's used to make medicine." Carl said unhappily, "This potion has the property of making people have a good dream."

"Another little-known feature is that it can replicate the effects of certain drugs, but only in the form of dreams."

"With the help of Professor Snape, I mixed this potion with those opioid raw materials so that it could replicate the anesthetic effect on the human brain."

"It can only be presented in an illusory way, giving people the same high as when taking drugs, but without causing actual damage to the brain."

"It's like eating zero-calorie candy when losing weight. It's mainly a trick on the brain, and it doesn't really have calories."

Cedric was silent, mumbling with his head down.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? I misunderstood you."

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Carl angrily pulled Cedric up from the sofa and pinched his face tightly.

He roared angrily.

"Yesterday at dinner, you reminded me that using magic in the Muggle world is a very dangerous act."

"Why did your brain forget this today? Didn't I say that I never make promises to anyone easily?"

"But once I make a promise, I will definitely keep it. I said I would not deceive you, but you doubted me."

Cedric, whose face was sprayed with Carl’s saliva, turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly, but still spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"But what about this community? And whose dog are you going to hang? Whose cafe are you going to burn down? Why are you doing this?"

"I want answers to what is going on here."

"Answer!!" Carl shook his head helplessly and pulled a chair over from the side.

Then he placed Cedric neatly on the sofa like a giant doll.

He sat opposite the other person, took a deep breath and then spoke.

"If you want answers, then you should ask questions first. I won't have to do anything today so that I can answer you properly, Mr. Diggory."