Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What does this mean?" Carl looked at the bank draft he had given to the other party half a month ago.

He looked at Cedric in confusion.

Cedric had a very serious expression on his face.

"In fact, at the beginning, I really just wanted to accompany you through this journey, but all the way down."

“Although the journey was still fun, I don’t think it can be called a real journey.”

“We were doing deals along the way, in America, in Germany, all over the land, it wasn’t so much a journey.”

"I think a more appropriate way of saying it is that I accompanied you on a long business trip, so during that bet."

"I just had a vague idea that I wanted to win some money from you and use it to buy a day of your time."

"The reason for this number is that I did a simple calculation before, based on all your transactions in the British wizarding world."

"This amount of money is exactly your entire income for the day. It's a fair trade and the price is right. This is what you have always taught me."

"Then why has it become half a day now?" Carl was silent for a while and asked again.

Cedric didn't hesitate. He asked the waiter for a napkin and took out the pen he carried with him.

On that soft napkin, a bunch of complicated formulas were listed, and after substituting a series of complex numbers.

He calculated a result and handed it to Carl.

"This is the calculation process I just went through in my mind. If there are no major mistakes, I think the money will be mine now."

"Converted into gold Galleons according to the exchange rate of the First Savings Bank of the Magical World, it might only be enough to buy half a day's worth of food."

"You can check my calculation process and point out any mistakes."

Carl looked at the ink marks on the restaurant paper and couldn't help but nod his approval of all the people he had known in the past.

Perhaps only Professor Snape could possess such exquisite calculation skills. He looked at Cedric's slightly larger head.

I am impressed by this pumpkin brain. Although it only has a single-core processor, this single core still holds many surprises waiting for his discovery.

But as Karl was looking at him, Cedric seemed to ask again with some urgency.

"Are there any loopholes? Do you agree to the deal?"

These words drew Karl's gaze back to the other person's face, the face that usually always had a warm smile and was full of innocence.

Now there was a hint of unspeakable urgency between his brows, and he couldn't help but laugh, and then he said to the waiter who had just walked not far away.

He waved gently, and when the other person came over, he whispered a few words in his ear.

Soon the waiter came over with a box of bread sticks covered with various butters and placed it on the table between Carl and Cedric.

Then he left happily with the $1000 tip Carl gave him.

They also began to guide the diners around to leave. In less than half a minute, Carl and Cedric were the only two people left in the entire restaurant.

Sitting next to the window close to the street, outside the window is the Moscow street which still looks a bit gloomy and cold even in midsummer.

"Don't be anxious, my dear senior." Carl had a wicked smile on his face and pointed at the breadstick in the black porcelain.

"It's really hard to weigh half a day. Is it 12 hours, or a morning and an afternoon?"

"I think one day is better. Considering your limited financial resources, you can try discounts and promotions."

"It would seem that my time is worthless, so we can't play a game. You lost a round before."

"Now I'm giving you a chance to make a comeback. Among this box of breadsticks, there is one that is the most unique. You just have to draw that one."

"Then I will give you the same amount of money. According to the number you just calculated, it can just buy one day of my time."

"Let me remind you, you only have about 15 minutes to consider, because according to the current growth rate of my wealth, after 15 minutes, you will win the bet."

"You can't buy me a day either, because you still need 547.6 gold galleons."

"Ah?" Cedric opened his mouth slightly, looked at Carl's smirk, and then looked at the box of breadsticks.

He scratched his head and thought for a long time, but still had no intention of taking action.

Seeing that the other party hadn't taken any action for a long time, Karl felt inexplicably anxious in his heart, so much so that he blurted out what he was saying inadvertently.

"Dear Mr. Diggory, please make a decision as soon as possible. Time is limited. If you continue to hesitate, there will be no hope."

"And judging by the current situation, unless there are major changes in world finance, I will suddenly go bankrupt."

"Otherwise, with your current income level, I will never have such an opportunity in my life, so you must seize it."

This statement is well-reasoned and explains both the rarity of the current opportunity and the terrible consequences of losing the opportunity.

But even so, Cedric still sat there silently, his eyes fixed on the box of bread.

Unlike before, he was not in a daze at this moment, but was calculating nervously.

The aroma from his nose told him that there should be two flavors of cream in it, one with a strong strawberry flavor and the other with a light passion fruit flavor.

If he guessed correctly, the bread stick dipped in passion fruit cream was the winning number this time.

But there were 15 breadsticks in front of him, and through smell analysis, he could roughly identify the one with passion fruit flavored cream.

It should be located in the lower left corner of the container. After the approximate range is framed, Cedric is like a determined groundhog.

He stared at the six breadsticks in the lower left corner, as if trying to see through the black porcelain surface.

But even if he kept not blinking for a whole minute, tears would well up in his eyes due to eye fatigue.

But you can still only determine the last 4 goals, which is a 1/4 chance, no matter how good you are at math.

Now we can only listen to the judgment of the God of Probability.

"There's no need to be so nervous. Hurry up and do it. Time is running out."

"If you don't do something, we will have to go back to England tomorrow?"

"What's so good about a pile of bread? Why are you just standing there in a daze?"

While Cedric was desperately brainstorming, Carl, who was standing beside him, could only urge him anxiously for some reason.

Finally, in the last few seconds of 15 minutes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the breadsticks.

Then he nervously pulled it out, but the moment the end left the porcelain, he despaired.

The bright red cream at the bottom of the bread stick and the aroma coming from above indicate that this is a bread stick dipped in strawberry cream.

Countless calculations ultimately succumbed to the judgment of the God of Probability. Cedric held up this "carefully selected" breadstick.

He sat in his seat with a depressed look on his face, looking at the sky with blurry eyes, as if the world had turned gray at that moment.

Until a crisp breaking sound came from his hand.

Cedric, who was looking up at the sky, then retracted his gaze and saw the breadstick in his hand.

I don’t know who bit off most of it, but Carl was still chewing it.

He spat out the bread crumbs and said this with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Congratulations on winning the prize, Mr. Cedric. You picked the most unique breadstick because of the one in your hand."

"It's the shortest one in the box!!"

"Tomorrow I will belong to you alone!"