Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"The man sitting opposite me was so gentle to everyone a year ago, but now his true colors have been revealed."

"I became a vampire who only knows how to exploit others and force them to do jobs they don't like."

Cedric looked at Carl who was sitting opposite him, thinking indignantly.

Today is September 9st, the first day of school. They are now in the compartment of the Hogwarts train, preparing to return to school.

Outside the window, the beautiful scenery of the Scottish Plateau unfolds like a picture scroll, with vast meadows, rolling hills, crystal clear lakes and ancient castle ruins.

Every place looks so natural and spectacular. When the train passes through the mountains, the peaks in the distance are shrouded in clouds and mist.

It seems as if nature has deliberately covered this land with a mysterious veil.

The sun poured in through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the stream in the valley, and rippling golden light on the water surface was breathtakingly beautiful.

The warmth shines into the box from the window, making the whole box seem unusually quiet and beautiful.

Such a beautiful scenery, Cedric always thought that he was stimulated by such beautiful scenery.

Carl might allow himself to have a cup of afternoon tea, eat a piece of cake, and go to school with a good mood accompanied by the beautiful scenery.

However, he did not expect that the other party would not buy it at all. In such a beautiful scenery, he actually sat there reading a book.

Oh, no, he should be looking at the account book there. There is no trace of snacks on the small table between the two of them.

Sometimes there are open photo albums and a pile of obscure reports.

"What are you daydreaming about? Have you completed the two requirements I requested? Don't you know that you are working now?"

Just as Cedric was complaining madly in his heart, Carl had put down the account book in his hand without knowing when.

He looked at Cedric sideways with an unusually serious expression.

Cedric was startled by this and quickly pushed his glasses up on his nose, lowering his head and placing his hands on the keyboard of his laptop.

Said with pretending effort.

"Right away, but the software you requested is extremely difficult, and you didn't tell me that this job would be so boring."

Cedric said this because he felt that he had been deceived again, about two weeks ago.

Carl suddenly sent him a letter via owl, and a book was attached to the letter.

"The Application of Magic in Digital Programming", the content of this book is obscure and difficult to understand, and it is a strange language overall.

The other party assured in the letter that if he learned the language, he would be able to use an electronic device called a computer to program.

Create wonderful programs, such as navigating vehicles on the road, or sharing your daily life in a virtual space called the Internet.

At the end of the letter, he wrote:

"You have seen the darkest misery in this world, but you have also discovered that those who suffer do not seem to have the upper hand in public opinion."

“Learn this language and you have the opportunity to change all of this.”

Under such verbal stimulation, Cedric worked day and night and learned these languages ​​in just half a month.

Then began his miserable life, without any grand vision or beautiful wish for world peace.

It's all shit. The only feeling he has now is that Karl is using him like a beast of burden.

This guy kept making all kinds of unreasonable requests, asking me to modify the programs that had already been made.

He also required himself to fix various bugs, working up to 10 hours a day, and he even felt that he seemed to be losing some hair.

Even the glasses on my nose were bought specifically for this job, in order to relieve eye fatigue.

Speaking of this, Cedric became even angrier. He remembered that when he boarded the train today, he was wearing glasses.

All my classmates who know me praise me for looking good in glasses and saying that I have a special sense of professionalism.

As a result, when I walked into the box excitedly wearing glasses, this annoying guy just slightly moved the account book in his hand to the side.

He glanced at himself out of the corner of his eye and said bluntly.

"Very good indeed, Mr. Diggory. After wearing these glasses, you finally change from a silly-looking pumpkin head."

"I have turned into a stupid pumpkin head." It makes me angry just thinking about it.

"A good job only exists in fantasy." Carl ignored the angry Cedric and continued to pick up another account book.

He glanced at the programming code on the other person's laptop and froze in place for a moment.

His cheeks twitched wildly as he spoke in a creepy voice.

"He was still so gentle to everyone a year ago, but now his true nature has been revealed."

"I became a vampire who only knows how to exploit others and force them to do jobs they don't like."

"Are you talking about me, Mr. Diggory?"

"What?" Cedric was still a little confused. He felt like he had heard the other person's words before.

After a moment of daze, he finally reacted, looking at Karl in horror while leaning back.

He said tremblingly.

"How did you know that? Can you read minds? When did you learn such a terrible black magic?"

Looking at Cedric's surprised expression, Carl felt angry and amused. He slowly leaned forward.

He pushed Cedric to the corner of the box through a small table, and finally stretched out his hands, slapped the other's ears and slapped the wall hard.

He looked down at Cedric, who was almost frightened, and spoke in a deliberately low but hoarse voice.

"Of course I have been studying the horrible dark magic in a place you don't know. Do you know why I always bring you to me?"

"Why?" Cedric looked up in horror.

Carl took his right hand off the wall and slowly moved his "claw" closer to Cedric's big head.

Then stroke it gently.

"That's because I like the empty brain. It tastes the best."

"Ah?" Cedric was confused, and endured the ravages of the other party's claws.

At the same time he said sincerely.

"That's not right. Don't dark wizards like to eat the brains of smart people? Why do you like to eat stupid ones?"

“Because you are an idiot.” Carl’s tone suddenly became heavier, and the right hand that was stroking Cedric’s head turned into a knife.

Hit that big head hard.

"Ouch!" Cedric cried out in pain, and Carl grabbed his chin with his right hand and twisted his big head to the side.

Let the other person look at the laptop screen which is not turned off.

"Next time you curse me in your heart, don't put your hands on the keyboard, or you will type out your own thoughts."

"Your single-core processor brain can't handle such a complex problem."