Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Looking at the frightened face of the brat in front of him, a smile appeared on Professor Snape's face for the first time today.

He crossed his arms calmly and stared at Karl with a smile on his face.

"Dear Mr. Hohenzollern, you seem to have forgotten one thing. In addition to being your trading partner, I also serve another equally annoying old man."

"Since the end of last summer vacation, he has been asking me to secretly investigate you. Such a long time has passed."

"If there is no result at all, then it means I am too incompetent. By the way, don't judge other people's aesthetic taste."

"Harley has her own room and doesn't hate the house."

The expression on Carl's face was distorted with surprise, and he stared at the old bat in front of him with an extremely awkward and weird look.

He was unable to utter a word for a long time. He had never thought that someone could hold a grudge so tightly. Nearly two hours had passed since he stepped into the house.

This guy is still struggling with this matter. It can even be said that compared to criticizing his aesthetics, whether he is Miss Grindelwald or not may not be important.

After an awkward silence, Carl finally spoke, pretending to be heartbroken, as if he had suffered some unbearable betrayal.

Staring intently into Professor Snape's eyes.

"Why, why did you do this, Professor? I have doubted everyone, but you alone."

"But you..."

"Shut up, idiot!" Professor Snape interrupted Carl, who was acting like a drama queen, and said with disdain, curling his lips.

"It was you who insisted on carrying the flaw with you. It means that those fools of the Saints have no imagination."

"At the same time, I don't pay much attention to the situation in the British wizarding world, as long as one of them sneaks into Hogwarts and stays there for a period of time."

"You can figure it out with a little brainpower."

"That's not necessarily the case." Hearing this, Carl suddenly became very competitive and pretended to be very secretive.

He said while crossing his legs.

"How do you know? They didn't plant any spies. I can tell you that the spy has been in Hogwarts for nearly half a year."

"But he didn't seem to notice anything strange, which means my disguise is still..."

As he spoke, Karl picked up the coffee he had just taken a sip of and wanted to refill it.

So I deliberately paused for a moment, took a sip of coffee and planned to continue speaking.

Professor Snape, who was standing by, suddenly said expressionlessly.

"It's Kevin Lestrange, the little brat who was bewitched by your beauty. He is indeed a capable young man."

"It's a pity that he has an obsession in his heart. Once it comes to your problem, he becomes as stupid as a pig."

"It's not that he didn't see anything, but there was always a voice in his heart that made him unwilling to believe the inference in his mind."

"Cough cough cough!!!"

"What did you say?"

Carl spat a mouthful of coffee on the ground, coughed and looked at Professor Snape with a red face, his expression was extremely strange.

Professor Snape's expression remained unchanged as he calmly and gracefully wiped the coffee stains on his trouser legs.

"There's no need to get so excited, Mr. Hohenzollern. Don't tell me that you are still determined in your heart."

"You don't have any thoughts beyond friendship with your little tail and Mr. Kevin Lestrange."

"You haven't used any means beyond friendship. As a professor, I will give you some practical tips and advice."

"That is, before analyzing anything, the first thing to do is to look at all the information you get equally and seriously."

"You must not be swayed by your emotions. Obviously, Mr. Kevin Lestrange did not do this."

"He even set a result in his mind in advance, and then desperately looked for clues to prove that his result was correct."

"Then he will never find the right answer."

Carl's expression was extremely ugly at this moment. He now regretted coming to Professor Snape and staying with this guy.

I always have a feeling of being seen through from the inside out, if it weren't for the bug of Harley.

What Voldemort? Compared with the professor in front of him, that noseless psychopath is not even as good as a leg hair.

Seeing that he had fallen into a passive situation, although the means were low-end and shameless, there was no better way now.

Carl was still prepared to activate the opponent's underlying bug, and quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this topic. How about we go upstairs and take a look at Harry's room to end the first conflict between us today?"

As expected, the bug was triggered after he finished speaking. Professor Snape, who had not shown much expression before, suddenly had an unconcealable look of joy and pride on his face.

He stood up first, turned around proudly, and pointed to the stairs on the side.

"Follow me. You are only allowed to visit the parts that are allowed to be visited. Don't let your eyes wander around."

After saying that, he snorted coldly and turned away.

Karl followed him reluctantly, walking up the stairs to the second floor.

Professor Snape's cottage is a duplex two-story building with the stairs located in the other corner of the room.

A black iron chain is wrapped around the stair railing, with a string of wind chimes hanging on the chain. Whenever the wind blows, the wind chimes make a tinkling sound that echoes throughout the room.

Coming upstairs, Karl only felt that the room upstairs was even darker, with only a dim light bulb providing weak light.

In the room with the open door, there was a tattered bed, which was piled with worn-out bedding and pillows.

There was an open magic book on the bedside table, which contained various formulas and magic spells that he could not understand at all.

"Bang!!!!"

Just as he was about to take a closer look and once again sighed that this was worthy of being Professor Snape's home, the open door was slammed shut.

Professor Snape's hawk-like eyes stared at him intently, as if he would never close his eyes until death.

He was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Professor. I shouldn't have looked at you. I sincerely apologize to you!!"

"Hmph!" Professor Snape snorted coldly, turned his head and continued walking along the corridor.

"There's no need to show you those things until our next discussion."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, stretched out a hand to push Karl who was approaching back, then turned around and spoke with a serious expression.

"Keep your distance, sir. After all, it is not in accordance with the rules for a strange man to visit a young girl's room."

"I did this only to prove that your previous remarks were wrong, so I hope you don't have any dirty thoughts when watching it."

"You fucking shit." Carl couldn't help but swear, but he didn't have time to finish the curse.

Professor Snape pushed open the door of the room. The moment the door opened, Carl was stunned.

Said with a look of surprise.

"Merlin's shorts, what do I see?"