Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Karl’s words did not surprise anyone else present, except for Cedric who looked a little lonely.

Most of the other people didn't show any expression change, they just looked at him silently and waited for the next instruction.

Carl was very satisfied with this performance, which showed that he had done a good job in reforming his own loose little organization.

It was already starting to look like a real organization, so he didn't hesitate and first looked at Hermione and said.

"Ms. Granger, you are the only one among us who is still in Gryffindor. All you have to do is to show your excellence as much as possible."

"I will give you a large extra sum of money to help you fulfill your book collector's dream as soon as possible, when you buy those books."

"There's no need to mail it to your home in London. Let an owl deliver it to Hogwarts. I remember there's a famous book from the Arab world."

"The original version appears to have been made of the most expensive silk, with two gilded copper plates."

Hearing this, Hermione instantly understood what Carl wanted to express, and she also knew what the book he was talking about was.

It was a book of translations of Roman and Greek philosophers written by Arab scholars during the great translation movement during the Umayyad period.

Since it was intended to be presented to the Caliph, the entire book is decorated extremely gorgeously. There are a total of 10 copies, which are very famous in the collection circle.

The set of books is not so much a book as a decorative piece that reflects the wealth of the Islamic Golden Age.

Choosing such a book to be publicly presented in front of other students is undoubtedly a reflection of the current economic crisis when pocket money has been completely lost.

This is a great stimulation for Gryffindor students who are always worried about their family going bankrupt.

"I understand, Mr. Hohenzollern, thank you for your generosity, you will get what you want, and I will get what I deserve."

"Just like every successful deal we've had before."

Hermione said calmly.

Carl nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Draco and said with a smile.

"As for you, dear Mr. Malfoy, I think you should know what you want to do."

"Of course." Draco was very excited and looked eager to try. He had been annoyed with the red-haired brat for a long time.

He was clearly a good-for-nothing, but now he has inexplicably become a leader of his classmates in the college.

This was something he absolutely could not accept. He himself had not even become the student leader of Slytherin House, so how could he allow someone to walk ahead of him?

Not to mention Mr. Hohenzollern, he is not on the same level as himself, even if he suddenly becomes the headmaster of Hogwarts one day.

I wouldn't feel surprised or jealous, but that red-haired kid wouldn't.

As for ways to deepen the conflict, Draco never felt that this was a problem. He had 9 ways to provoke that annoying guy.

And 100 reasons why he had to take action. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Harley beside him.

When Draco saw the pair of green eyes hidden by the long brown hair, he was stunned for a second, then quickly lowered his head.

"Now there are 101 reasons to take action."

On the other side, Carl, who had finished giving instructions, slowly stood up from his seat, clapped his hands lightly twice, then pointed at the sunlight outside the window and said.

"Okay everyone, the task is that simple, I believe you can accomplish it easily now."

"I only have one request for you, and that is a time limit. I must see a satisfactory result by the time we all have a big dinner together next Friday."

"As for today? You have already enjoyed a delicious lunch, so you can go outside and enjoy the sunshine."

"There is no need for us to think about these upsetting things today. Today is our holiday, so let's enjoy it."

As soon as Carl finished speaking, Draco and the others didn't show any intention of expressing their opinions, and they all stood up and walked out of the house.

Following closely behind them was Hermione, this strong girl, who pushed Draco aside with a push.

Then he took Harley's arm and ran straight out the door.

Draco hurriedly followed behind, and the figures of several people soon disappeared in the room.

In the room, Karl looked at the two people who were still sitting there motionless. He first looked at Cedric without giving him a chance to speak.

Just speak directly.

"I know what you want to say, Mr. Diggory, but please adapt to the current rhythm as soon as possible. There will be more and more things like this in the future."

“We can’t make everyone happy all the time. Before we reach our ultimate goal, we must use some necessary measures.”

"So please go enjoy your vacation. Of course, if you are willing to work overtime to help me fix the bugs, I would be more than happy to do so."

Hearing this, Cedric didn't lose his temper or say anything. In fact, he already knew that Karl would say this.

After all, he was one of the first few people who knew the entire plan. After experiencing so many things, it was impossible for him to still be so naive.

But he still had a glimmer of fantasy in his heart. At least in Hogwarts, here, Carl could be a little more cautious.

But now it seems that he was overthinking. He looked at the beautiful profile in the sun, a face he had seen countless times.

But every time he saw her, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster, maybe when they first met.

I have already seen the other person's true face, but I have never been willing to admit it.

But now, it doesn’t matter anymore, my fate is already entangled with Carl, no matter what the future holds.

All I can do is stand by each other's side forever. Of course, it would be even more perfect if I were alone.

Thinking of this, Cedric rolled his eyes at Kevin Lestrange, then stood up and left the cabin.

After he left, Carl in the room suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Kevin Lestrange who was ready to stand up.

He asked, looking at the other person with a smile.

"Are you still not full?"

"What does this mean?" Kevin Lestrange looked up at Carl and said with a cold expression.

"The portion of pasta you gave me was only half the normal amount. Did you steal it or do it on purpose?"

"Or......"

A delicate little cake suddenly appeared in front of him, and the refreshing scent of lemon and citrus interrupted his words.

Carl placed the cake in his hand in front of Kevin Lestrange and patted him on the shoulder.

"The remaining half is here. It belongs to you alone. I have calculated the portions. How could I let my subordinates go hungry?"

"Enjoy it, my cat, and remember to come out to me after you're done. Although there's still sunshine today, it's better to hug a pillow when you're 5 years old."

After saying that, Carl flashed out of the cabin, leaving Kevin Lestrange sitting there in a daze.

Looking at the still shaking door, he muttered softly with a flushed face.

"Who is your pillow?!"