Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

“Although his attitude was still arrogant and unpleasant, I still gave him valuable advice very professionally.”

"Even if he didn't accept it, it didn't matter. I wasn't angry at him for ignoring it."

"But if he still uses margarine and diet sugar in his cakes, I will not accept his apology."

"This is a matter of principle and cannot be shaken. I hope his attitude will be better when he apologizes."

"The obnoxious Mr. Hohenzollern."

At the end, Cedric crossed out the last title "Mr. Hohenzollern" and re-wrote the name Karl.

There was just a big question mark written in red ink behind the name.

"Before I am forgiven, I will temporarily forgive you half of it. I hope to make up the remaining 50% as soon as possible."

Cedric muttered to himself as he looked at his journal.

Then he carefully put his notebook back into the secret box in the drawer, and then opened the laptop in front of him.

Take a deep breath and roar!

"Come to the damn work and let's fight it out."

Waiting and working are the most difficult times, but they can be happy times or tormenting times.

Everything will inevitably come to an end, as the last ray of sunlight disappears behind the horizon.

Hogwarts Castle finally welcomed his night. In the dormitory, Cedric had lost count of how many times he had done so.

Glancing furtively at the desk, there lay a medium-sized, delicate cake, emitting an enticing scent of lemon and citrus.

At around 5:00 p.m., Carl returned to the dormitory with a perfectly baked cake base.

The golden surface of the cake exudes the aroma of milk and wheat, and Carl uses his dexterous hands.

Like an artist, apply a thin layer of white cream on the entire surface of the cake.

Then, a layer of transparent and chewy light yellow jam like jelly covered every corner of the cake like magic.

Use golden citrus jam to draw exquisite patterns on the cake.

The fresh fragrance filled the entire dormitory, but it made Cedric's face more and more ugly, and the sound of typing on the keyboard became gradually more violent.

"Looking at the animal cream and honey jam, I can only forgive 35%."

Cedric was calculating silently in his mind as he wrote the code.

At the same time, he looked at the boy sitting on the solid wooden single bed on the other side. He seemed to be writing some information and looked very serious.

But that was an illusion. He had discovered more than once that the other person's eyes were focused on the finished cake.

There was a hint of disgusting smugness in the depths of his eyes.

"Keep being so proud, you bastard. The more excited you are now, the more frustrated you will be later. I really want to see your expression later."

Cedric whispered silently in his mind with the greatest malice he could imagine.

On the other side, Kevin Lestrange smelled the pleasant fragrance as soon as he entered the dormitory.

He didn't expect that Karl would choose the dormitory as the place to apologize, although his education told him so.

This was not a good thing to do, but it did not prevent him from staring at Cedric, who was typing on the computer, with a smug look while he was working seriously.

"Useless trash, today you will experience what true cruelty is. The gap in ability between you and me is irreparable."

"I will complete the task assigned to me by my master and become the most capable subordinate of Dumbledore's heir."

"Just like the reality that will happen in the future, the only person who can stand beside "my light" is me."

"You will eventually become a stepping stone to my victory just like that masked loser."

Kevin Lestrange thought proudly that perhaps because he was in a better mood, he wrote the report much faster.

"It's so quiet."

Carl couldn't help but sigh as he felt the silence around him, ever since this Lestrange joined his dormitory.

The room had never been so quiet. Cedric and the other party quarreled almost every day.

From the decoration style of the room, favorite colors, favorite flowers, to the evaluation of the dishes.

All topics cannot be reasons for them to quarrel.

Moreover, there is one thing that the two of them have in common when they quarrel, that is, they are never aggressive, but always reveal a sarcastic and sour taste.

What’s even more annoying is that every time an argument ends, the topic is always brought back to me, and I have to make the decision myself.

Thinking of these headache-inducing memories, Carl couldn't help feeling helpless and stopped the work at hand.

He snapped his fingers lightly with his right hand, and there was a burst of air, and two house-elves suddenly appeared in the dormitory.

One was holding a flower pot and the other was holding a tray.

There was a strawberry planted in a flowerpot, and it had already borne fruit. However, compared to other common strawberries, the fruit growing on this strawberry vine was different.

It was not the common bright red, but a light pink, and on the other tray, there were several plump passion fruits.

"This smell." Cedric, who had been typing code, sniffed it lightly and turned his head to look.

When I first saw those pink strawberries, my expression became visibly happy.

"Rose Pink, looks like there's a second generation product." He murmured softly.

The name he mentioned, the naming of this strawberry variety, originated from a plan of Carl.

When this guy took his first herbal medicine class, he looked at those exotic herbs with shining eyes.

As if he had seen golden coins, he pulled Professor Sprout aside to discuss the matter when the get out of class was over.

Finally, at the beginning of this year's school, the implementation of the "Magic Plant Economic Package" was announced.

Utilizing various strange magical plants, we cultivate various plant products that have never been seen in the world of Mahua.

For example, there are tulips that never wither as long as they are watered, or various large fruits. The most special of them is the flagship product that Carl calls the "dog-licking economy."

These include expensive but impractical varieties of roses, and this pink strawberry.

He once had the chance to taste one, and compared to ordinary strawberries, this one was more like cream with a fruity texture.

It was very sweet and suited his taste, but he wanted to continue tasting it.

Karl stopped him rudely and said with a squint.

"In the past five seconds, you have eaten 5 of them, worth two gold galleons. If you want to eat more, go to the front and pay."

He was so angry at the time that he recorded this incident in great detail in his notebook when he came back.

But now, Carl carefully selected a huge "Rose Pink No. 2" and decorated the top of the entire cake.

At the same time, cut two passion fruits and place them on both sides of the cake when these two points are completed.

This great work of art is finally completed.

Karl nodded with satisfaction, but just as he picked up the cake, he heard two voices of people standing up at the same time behind him.