Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Can't you please stop walking around and just sit down and wait for a while?"

In the VIP lounge of Berlin International Airport, Karl looked at Cedric walking around in front of him and said impatiently.

There were only two of them in the spacious and bright waiting room at the moment, which was actually not normal.

Even the VIP lounge in a city like Berlin is crowded on weekdays.

But now, whether it is the box or the waiting hall outside, it is completely empty. As for the reason.

The news playing on the TV hanging on the wall of the box might be the reason.

"The Berlin municipal government has determined that the burning of an abandoned air defense tower in the eastern suburbs was not a terrorist attack."

"The cause was an accident involving undiscovered thermite in the military warehouse of the air defense tower."

"The Berlin city government has announced through the city council that the state of emergency has been lifted and citizens are invited to return to normal social life."

“Is there really no problem?” Cedric, who was scolded by Carl, sat on the sofa opposite anxiously.

I looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling window with lingering fear, and saw a busy street in the distance with sirens blaring.

"Using Fiery Fire to burn down the entire anti-aircraft tower bunker is a bit too crazy. The blue sparks that shot up into the sky did not go out until half an hour ago."

"And this news report is not reliable. Don't these people reporting this news have any professional common sense?"

"Even if thermite explodes, it is impossible for it to ignite the entire air defense tower in an instant. There is no large amount of fuel such as gasoline stored in it."

"Even if there are those things, without sufficient oxygen supply, the flames should be dark red or orange."

"How could it be blue?"

Cedric analyzed it seriously with some concern.

Carl, who was sitting opposite, clapped softly and said approvingly.

"It seems that you have not been lazy during this period and have learned professional knowledge well. These are probably the people from the German Ministry of Magic."

"A large-scale Confusion Spell was cast to tamper with the memories of some of the people on the scene. This is also one of the commonly used methods."

“So far, it seems to be working well.”

"That's not worthy of praise, Carl." Cedric said with a hint of resentment, "You don't consider the consequences too much."

"Exposing the existence of the wizarding world is an unforgivable crime in the entire wizarding world. You really went a little too far this time."

"And according to the script you gave me before, why was my speech cancelled? And why were you so impulsive?"

Hearing this, Carl touched his nose awkwardly and looked at Cedric, whose face showed an unhappy expression.

After coughing twice to cover up his embarrassment, he spread his hands and said helplessly.

"I was a little bit overwhelmed. In that kind of environment, the performance process is often beyond the control of the performer."

"The words have already been spoken. We have to make a big news. As for the script, it is just a specification."

"Aren't rules meant to be broken?"

“Yes, yes, yes.” Cedric clasped his hands together in a sarcastic tone, glanced at Carl with the side of his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"That's not good. Our Mr. Hohenzollern has never been a person restricted by rules."

"Even my own scripts can be so casual. Where are the lines about never falling in love or having children?"

"Of course. I still have a very vivid memory of the boy who dared to ask me to dance."

"I've never seen this line in a script."

Carl sniffed his nose and smelled a sour odor. He looked helplessly at Cedric, who turned his head away because of anger.

After thinking about it, the best solution is to ignore the other person for the time being to prevent this uncontrollable emotion from continuing to spread.

But when I tried to calm down several times, those sour words kept replaying in my mind.

Carl couldn't stand this passive role of accepting emotions, so he took it out from his ring.

I took out a simple makeup box and briefly recalled it in the memory palace.

Aunt Rozier puts makeup on herself, and then she applies makeup on half of her face with skillful techniques.

Finally, she quietly walked behind Cedric and used magic to change her voice into that of Theodora Grindelwald.

Whispered in Cedric's ear.

"Handsome Mr. Diggory seems very dissatisfied with my performance. Do you have any comments?"

Feeling the heat coming from my earlobe, the lively pumpkin turned red and ripe visibly.

Cedric stepped back nervously, looking at that half-gorgeous face in horror.

The face was full of anger, and the white and slender arms suddenly grabbed the black tie around his neck.

Pulling his face closer, she looked into his terrified eyes through her blue eyes painted with red eyeshadow.

"You're not criticizing me for not following the script. I just thought that it would be better to swear off love for the rest of my life."

"Why not leave an opportunity for you outstanding young men to compete? You don't seem to like it, Mr. Diggory."

"Is there such an opportunity, or do you not want to compete at all?"

With the blessing of his god-level performance, Carl, with only half of his face exposed, portrayed the expression of anger mixed with a hint of resentment to the fullest.

The bewitching intent in the words was immediately evident.

This sentence and that face directly froze Pumpkin's brain.

Cedric was so nervous that his face was covered in sweat, but he didn't even notice the wicked smile on the other half of the face.

In the end, the nervous dog was scratched by the arrogant cat again.

A loud slap landed on the back of Cedric’s head, and Carl slapped Cedric headfirst onto the sofa.

Then she returned to her previous seat, removed the makeup on half of her face, and spoke seriously.

"How about this compensation, dear Mr. Diggory? I think you should be satisfied with Miss Theodora's personal explanation."

"Put away those inappropriate thoughts in your mind now. We are about to leave this city."

"Going home?" Cedric climbed up from the sofa again, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Go home, what home? Don't forget your companionship service. But I paid for it, and the term is one month."

"There are still five days until the end of July. From the looks of it, you don't intend to provide adequate service?"

Carl, who had returned to his original identity, simply tidied his clothes and then pulled up Cedric who was still lying on the sofa.

After the pumpkin-head adjusted his clothes, he gently patted the other person's red cheek with his right hand and said jokingly.

"Well, there's no need to be angry anymore. My business matters have been resolved, and the plan requested by my partners has been completed."

"Of course, our journey only has one last goal left, which is to fulfill your inner thoughts and create a world that is at least fair and beautiful."

"Go do something. This is what we agreed on before we set out. I always keep my word."

"But you'd better not take the money and not do the job. One month's companionship service, even one day less will not do."