Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"One Khrushchev meatball, one strawberry mushroom soup, and half a spoonful of sour cream, right?"

Carl looked at the silver-haired Russian girl in front of him, smiled gently, and asked in standard British English.

After the other party nodded, he turned around and handed the written menu to Cedric in the kitchen with an expressionless face.

He switched to the expression of a vicious leader and urged urgently.

"Hurry up, others are still waiting for their meals. With your speed, it's no wonder others don't want to hire you."

“Got it.” Cedric glared at Carl aggrievedly, turned around and started serving him food.

In order to express his indignation and unyielding determination, he decided to do something while serving the meal.

But instead of spitting from the customer's dish like a traditional waiter would, he ordered a portion of six Khrushchev meatballs.

He ate two without leaving any trace, then wiped the gravy from the corner of his mouth while giving a standard professional fake smile.

He handed the plate to the Russian girl and spoke in broken Russian.

“Enjoy your meal!!”

"Thank you for your service sir. Of course it would be better if you didn't steal my meatballs."

The girl took the plate, smiled and answered in standard English.

Cedric was left with no choice but to look at Carl awkwardly, while the other was serving the next customer with a smile as warm as the sun.

After asking about the other party's dining needs, he turned around and continued to yell at Cedric in a sarcastic tone.

"Two portions of Spalu luncheon meat, a whole portion of black bread, half a spoonful of sour cream and Volga sturgeon caviar."

"Hurry up, you lazy idiot."

"coming!"

Cedric, who witnessed all this, shouted angrily, turned around and plunged into the kitchen, starting to work intensely.

So two people stood at the front desk, communicating intimately with customers with smiles as warm as the sun.

Writing down each menu and sending it to the kitchen, one person is wearing a full chef's uniform in the high summer temperature of late July.

I worked hard in the kitchen, and sweat soaked my white chef's uniform. I finished work at 2 pm.

Cedric looked like he had been fished out of a swimming pool. He sat on the steps in the kitchen, his head down, gasping for breath.

"Why should I fry meatballs in the kitchen while you can serve at the front desk? This is not fair."

Cedric yelled in dissatisfaction.

However, Karl glared at the other person with disdain and complained expressionlessly.

"Who told you to be so adorably stupid that you came here with just a newspaper to apply for a job as a temporary cafeteria worker at a German university?"

"Do you know that when your perfect English came out, we might have been suspected of being spies a year ago?"

"Go to the Lubyanka Hotel and enjoy the massage service of the Great Memory Restoration Technique."

When Carl thought of this, he became angrier and angrier. Sometimes he really admired the naivety of his senior.

I remember that the other party took the recruitment information in the newspaper and ran directly to the security booth of Moscow State University.

He spoke to the security guard in military uniform in perfect English.

"Hello, I heard they are hiring here, can I apply?"

Carl, who was following behind him and still thinking about how to lie about his identity, was completely stunned when he saw this scene.

He could only look at the tall, thin security guard and Cedric with a silly smile on his face.

While silently reaching out his right hand towards his pistol holster.

Fortunately, it was just the end of the get out of class at noon, and among the people coming and going, there happened to be several language professors from the International College.

They heard Cedric trying to communicate with the security guard in English, so they walked over curiously.

Carl also hurried forward, without giving Cedric any chance to speak, and immediately combined the two people's British passports.

They made up a plausible-sounding story that the two men were tourists from England visiting Russia.

When I was traveling in a border town, my wallet was accidentally stolen and now I am starving.

So I wanted to come to the university to do odd jobs to earn three meals a day before going to the British Embassy to ask for help.

When telling this story, Carl also used his magical acting skills, which was so tear-jerking and touching.

But these are the most important things. The most important thing is that Karl expressed it in standard Russian at the end of the story.

The two of us don't want any salary, we just need to provide three meals a day, and my Russian level is pretty good.

We can provide free oral communication for language learners of international colleges.

In this way, with the guarantee of several professors from the International College, the two were able to successfully enter Moscow State University.

I worked as a part-time worker in the cafeteria of the International Language School.

Carl was thinking about this, and Cedric was also thinking about this in his mind.

He lowered his head and looked at the black shadow on the white steps. He could no longer tell whether it was his own shadow or his own sweat.

Yesterday he was full of confidence and wanted to take over Carl's role and become the person in charge of planning today's schedule.

But now he has messed up everything. If it weren't for Karl's help, the two of them might still be starving on the streets of Moscow.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but say it with some self-abandonment.

"Am I so useless Carl? I screwed up everything. The whole plan has become a complete failure from the beginning."

"I really seem to be very useless, just like you said, I am just a clumsy fool."

Cedric curled up into a ball, hugged his knees with his hands and buried his head deep in his thighs, like a puppy that had just been bullied by a bad owner.

But he never seemed to receive any comfort from his master. Half a minute later, he was greeted by a sudden chill from behind.

Cedric, who had just curled up in a ball, was startled by the sudden appearance of the cold thorn.

He stood up from the stairs screaming, turned around and saw Carl holding a bottle of steaming Coca-Cola.

Looking at himself with a smirk.

"What happened to you just now? You curled up like a threatened pangolin. Did someone bully you?"

Carl sat down slowly and handed the Coca-Cola in his hand to Cedric, looking at the other's strange expression.

Asked with doubt.

Cedric took the bottle of ice-cold Coca-Cola, opened it without hesitation and took a sip, the moment the cold sweet liquid slid down his throat.

He suddenly felt that his self-pity just now seemed really stupid and a little ridiculous.

"I'm asking you a question. What were you thinking about just now when you curled up in a ball?"

Carl asked again while drinking Coke.

"Nothing." Cedric looked embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, where did you get this Coke from? I didn't see it in the cafeteria."

"Don't even think about stealing it." Carl said calmly, "Luxury items like this are certainly not available in the cafeteria."

"Just like what you did in the kitchen just now, I also found a way to secretly take it out from the freezer in the staff cafeteria."