Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Carl already felt that something was wrong, and the jealousy from Kevin Lestrange beside him was about to explode.

Compared to the golden retriever that can be easily fooled, my French cat is much more difficult to deal with.

He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would be scratched all over the face by the cat's claws.

So he quickly tried to divert their attention to the TV, but the effect did not seem to be obvious.

Just then, several hosts on TV were introducing the election situation in several battleground states with a smile on their faces.

It's almost time for the dust to settle.

Cedric suddenly asked again.

"So if we really win this time, how much money can we make?"

"How much can I get?"

He said this just out of curiosity. In fact, he had no concrete idea about the 500 billion target mentioned by Carl.

I asked these questions just to think about whether I could get rid of Carl's bondage if I could really make a lot of money.

Total cake freedom.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he asked the question, Karl immediately glared at him with cold eyes, and then spoke directly as if he had predicted the future.

"How much you earn is none of your business. Although I will definitely give you your share, it is in accordance with the laws of the British wizarding world and the United Kingdom."

"Before you reach adulthood, all the money you earn will be kept by your guardian. Don't even think about spending it on extravagant eating and drinking."

"Also, I want to inform you that your share of the pie for this month has been completely used up."

"What!!" Cedric screamed, "Today is only the 4th, the month has just begun, you can't do this, you have no right."

"Of course I do." Carl, who had wanted to deal with it coldly, was angrily yelled at Cedric's retort.

At the same time, throw a note to the other person.

"This is the contract I signed with your father. As long as you work in my company, managing your body shape is one of my rights."

"In other words, your father has sold you to me, Mr. Diggory, for all you're yelling about."

"Don't blame me for doing something excessive to you."

Cedric looked at the note and his body began to tremble. He didn't know whether it was out of anger or excessive sadness.

On the other side, Kevin Lestrange initially heard Carl say that the other party's share of the cake had been consumed.

He still seemed somewhat happy, but as the topic progressed, his expression became more and more solemn.

Looking at Carl, he asked sarcastically.

"Where is my contract? My dear Mr. Hohenzollern, oh, I don't have it. How could I have forgotten that?"

"I found you and am willing to pledge my loyalty to you. This kind of thing that requires protection is meaningless to me."

"After all, I am just a chess piece. A useful chess piece that can be taken down when necessary."

"I was being self-indulgent and unprofessional, which is really shameful."

Kevin Lestrange gave an apologetic look, then sat there in silence, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

On the other side, Carl wanted to explain to the other party, but Cedric kept pestering him.

"I do not agree to this contract. I will cancel it immediately. I want to be free. I am not anyone's slave."

"You can't do whatever you want to me."

"Shut up!!" Carl, who was blocked at both ends, finally exploded. He suddenly stood up and clamped Cedric's neck with his right hand.

He simply threw the opponent onto the sofa with a back hug, and then pressed his right hand tightly on the opponent's chest.

He forced the other person to sit on the sofa, pointed at the TV screen with his left hand, and spoke word by word with twitching facial features.

"From now on, you are not allowed to say a word. Just watch this live broadcast quietly."

"If you keep looking for trouble, I will make you a vegetarian for the rest of the year, not just this month."

"Don't even think about getting any cake or anything like that. Don't even think about getting any meat."

There was no threat more cruel than this. Cedric, who was pressed on the sofa, nodded desperately.

He was afraid that if he agreed a step too late, he would become a herbivore.

Finally, under these circumstances, the cabin returned to its peaceful state.

There was only the host's voice coming from the TV, but Carl knew very well that it was just the calm before the storm.

After all, if three good friends are sitting together watching TV, there is no need to be so far apart.

Looking at Kevin Lestrange who had already sat on the edge of the sofa, Carl could only sigh helplessly and spoke calmly.

"I know you have a lot of doubts in your mind right now, just like many wizards in Britain have."

"Why is this greedy blond devil so obsessed with money? His wealth would have been more than he could spend in several lifetimes."

"Why do you still work so hard to amass wealth? Can people really be that greedy?"

Karl’s words were very light, with a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in his words, and this feeling was very real.

It didn't seem like a performance. He didn't get a response, but he continued talking.

"It's actually very simple. People pursue money, knowledge, and love. All of this is just for their own desires."

"Or simply put, they want to get what they want in this way."

"It's the same thing I'm pursuing. There's one thing that I need so much financial support for, even though it's not something I can buy with money."

"But the method is the same, so today, I ask, I ask you two to help me, to help me fulfill a wish."

Cedric and Kevin Lestrange turned to look at Carl almost at the same time, both of them revealing disbelief in their eyes.

Needless to say, Cedric had never said the word "request" in the more than one year that he had been with Carl.

Even if he was really asking for help, it was just a joke. He had never imagined that the word "request" would be spoken in such a serious and slow tone.

Kevin Lestrange was staring at Carl, watching every expression on his face. This was what the rational mind in his mind told him.

As an undercover agent, I must remain calm in dealing with any emergency, and most importantly, I must not be sincere towards the person in front of me.

But when the other party said this just now, he had to admit that there was a very strange change in his heart for a moment.

This change was different from the quarrel between me and that annoying big-headed ghost. I didn't do that out of jealousy.

It was just out of a just need to fight for fairness, but now, no matter how he told himself rationally.

He also had to admit that his heart was a little confused at that moment.