Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Cedric was sprayed in the face and his mind was a little confused.

He stood there stupidly until Carl let go of his head.

Just as Carl was about to turn around and leave, he and the other little badgers who were eating melons were also about to go to class.

I don’t know if this guy has lost his mind or what, or maybe he is afraid that Carl will turn against him and deny his promise.

Suddenly shouted loudly.

"You said that as long as I accompany you to spend the holiday alone, you will not drag me to your dormitory alone again."

"Go try to wear clothes that make people speechless."

These words were like a collective spell that immobilized everyone who had already reached the door of the common room.

They all stopped and looked up at Carl, who was walking in front of the team, with extremely strange eyes.

Carl's mentality exploded a little, and he suddenly wanted to cast a killing curse on the other party.

And then he immediately ran away. The current situation was even more painful than killing him. He really couldn't understand it.

Why is it that Cedric, such a smart and professional man, once the topic of conversation involves Quidditch.

This guy's IQ and EQ will drop to an infinite level.

If Professor Quirrell had not been hiding in the corner of the infirmary, he would have been a little suspicious. Could it be that Voldemort had cast some kind of magic on this guy?

At the same time, Karl was also very clear that the current situation could not be explained at all, and the more he explained, the more confusing it would become.

As for his own disobedient subordinates, he would definitely teach them a lesson when Christmas comes.

As for those who have seen things they shouldn’t have seen, and heard things they shouldn’t have heard, I also have ways to deal with them.

Afterwards, Carl went to the classroom without saying a word. His dark face and the aura he exuded seemed to have the words "I'm unhappy" written on his face.

Hermione, Harry and Ron even came over to comfort Carl during class.

But she was stopped by Hannah, the leader of Carl's haters. The girl was full of joy and was ready to tell her story again.

If Carl hadn't discovered it halfway and came to stop them, he could guarantee that the two Weasley brothers would be...

She would invite a large group of onlookers to celebrate her marriage to Cedric.

In order to put an end to this idea, Carl went to the auditorium alone immediately after the afternoon class.

I happened to see Professor Flitwick and Hagrid, who were busy decorating the auditorium. The two men, one big and one small, were busy all the time.

The disparity in their body shapes makes their collaboration look very funny.

"Do you have any ideas, Mr. Hohenzollern!!"

As soon as he saw Carl, Professor Flitwick immediately greeted him with a smile, pulled him over, and pointed towards the auditorium and asked.

Carl could be said to like this professor the most. Although Professor Flitwick was short in stature, he was an absolute giant in thought.

He is innocent and full of energy, always attracted by new things. In comparison, an old bee who only hides in the principal's office seems a little lifeless.

Carl was never stingy when it came to Professor Flitwick's invitation. He pulled out his wand and waved it twice.

Silvery white starlight began to appear in every corner of the auditorium, and after the light faded, pieces of fragrant pumpkin pie were revealed.

The silky chocolate forms the walls of the building, while the colorful candies become the surrounding decorations.

The sweet candies turned into thorns and vines, entwining around the auditorium, and red roses made of cream and chocolate.

The flowers bloomed beautifully, and in a moment, the whole auditorium turned into a candy house in a fairy tale.

The air was filled with the aroma of freshly roasted wheat and chocolate candies.

"It's brilliant. Your imagination is beyond imagination."

Looking at the changes around him, Professor Flitwick was extremely happy and jumped up and clapped his hands vigorously.

Hagrid was also very excited. He strode to a large bread pillar, stretched out his hand and wanted to taste it.

But he was quickly stopped by Professor Flitwick.

"You can't eat it, Hagrid. It's made of magic. What you're picking off could be a piece of wall plaster."

Hearing this, Hagrid scratched his head awkwardly and looked at Carl with an awkward smile.

Karl waved his hand and spoke mysteriously.

"Don't doubt what you see. I have asked the house elves to prepare everything. This is all made of real food."

"What I just performed can't be considered magic, it's just a little trick. Today is a wonderful festival, so of course we need delicious food to help."

Hearing this, Hagrid was very happy. He opened his big mouth and bit the pillar. Sure enough, in an instant, the fragrance of wheat enveloped his throat.

The freshly baked bread is fluffy and soft, and has a unique flavor when chewed.

After Hagrid was the first to try the crab, as night fell, little wizards from other academies also came one after another.

Looking at the surrounding environment, everyone made various exclamations. At the same time, Headmaster Dumbledore brought other professors.

He also came to the auditorium. This old guy specially changed into a violet starry sky robe today.

Dumbledore's beard made a special statement as he looked at the great hall in front of him, which was full of Hufflepuff characteristics.

A happy smile immediately appeared on my face, and I thought to myself that this kid still loves this school.

But before he could be happy for long, Carl at the side immediately announced loudly.

"Thank you for your praise. As you can see, the auditorium has turned into a huge candy house."

"There are a lot of things in there that are edible. You can try them, but there are some things that I didn't turn into food."

"So be careful when you eat it."

Carl's words immediately aroused the interest of many students present, especially after Hagrid once again demonstrated how fluffy and soft the pillar in front of him was.

The curious students, like chicks hearing the dinner signal, ran around the auditorium like crazy.

The boys were not picky and just grabbed something and put it into their mouths, whether it was a knife and fork or a plate.

Some people even don't let go of the skulls on the chandeliers.

Girls are more meticulous and tend to pick out some exquisite candies.

The red roses blooming among the vines are their main targets of competition.

Soon, the entire auditorium turned into a sea of ​​joy, and most professors had an open mind towards this scene.

Even Professor Flitwick was directly involved, and Professor McGonagall tried to bite the wine glass in front of her and swallow it.

Only Dumbledore was happy at first, but after he bit a hole in his own headmaster's golden cup and tasted it.

Immediately, he seemed to lose interest in all the candies. He sat alone in his seat, looking at Carl with dim eyes.

Carl stood at the door of the auditorium, looking sternly at the students and professors who were ready to devour the entire auditorium.

Until he was sure that all the students, especially those who had been in the Hufflepuff common room this morning.

After tasting all the candies in front of him, he turned around and prepared to leave leisurely.

At the same time, without leaving a trace, he handed a check for 10,000 gold Galleons to Professor Snape, who had been standing next to him.

He asked in a low voice.

"Are you sure that the forgetfulness potion mixed in the food can make him forget it 100%."

"Something they shouldn't see?"

Faced with doubts, Snape calmly took the check and snorted coldly.

"I have no right to comment on your quirks, but feed everyone in the school food containing forgetfulness potion."

"You are a real devil, Herr Hohenzollern."

Hearing this, Karl said disdainfully.

"I'm not a devil. I just hope some people's brains don't remember useless things every day."

"It's just a little willfulness, just a little willfulness, professor!"

"Besides, I trust your skills. I just deleted some insignificant things from their memories."

"For those who are not involved, it won't have any impact except that they can sleep better tonight."

"This method is already very gentle. If it were in the Muggle world, if someone saw something they shouldn't have seen and spread the word."

"I have already sent people to dig out their eyes and cut off their tongues. In comparison, this is extremely gentle."