Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Is this really okay for us? And where did you get these two student ID cards?"

At the door of the music room of the International Language Academy, Cedric followed Carl nervously, watching the other party twist a wire in the keyhole.

He kept asking nervously, while Karl seemed a little impatient. He turned around and glared at the other person fiercely.

Then he returned his attention to the keyhole, and while continuing to twist the wire in the keyhole, he stretched out his left hand and gestured behind him.

"Pass me the crowbar!"

"This is not good." Cedric's face was full of nervousness, but his hands did not stop moving, and he handed a crowbar to Carl.

Carl pinned the crowbar to the joint of the door handle and turned to look at Cedric with his signature smirk on his face.

"Well dear Mr. Diggory, now as the boss today, you can decide whether we should open this door or not."

"If you decide not to open this door, we'll go back now and you can go to the back kitchen to fry your meatballs."

"I continued to work as a waiter at the front desk."

"That's not good, after all, it's considered stealing."

"Using a fake passport to enter a national university is already a crime."

"But what if someone finds out?"

"It's okay. Missile blueprints and information can be bought on the black market. Stealing a few musical instruments is nothing."

The two of them asked and answered each other like this, and Cedric's nervous expression gradually became firm.

He stomped his feet with a ruthless heart and nodded.

"Then do it, but you must return the things in the end. I am definitely not a shameful thief."

"Of course." Carl kicked the crowbar, but instead of the loud noise he had imagined, he heard a crisp sound of metal breaking.

The door of the music room slowly opened, and it did not look like the clean and tidy music hall as imagined.

The moment the door opened, under the golden light of the setting sun, a layer of blinding dust greeted us.

There were many different kinds of musical instruments scattered on the ground, including the common Western saxophones, trombones, cornets, and violins.

There are also some orchestral instruments from Southeast Asian island countries, as well as the ukulele commonly used by Hawaiian natives.

One of the grand pianos took up most of the room, its smooth and neat black paint surface covered with a thick layer of dust.

Carl slid his finger lightly over it, and a mark immediately appeared on the surface of the piano, looking at the scene in the room.

He sneered and said somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"It seems we have come to the wrong place, Boss. These junk may not sell for a good price."

"What boss?"

Cedric glared at Carl and began to carefully select from a pile of musical instruments.

"If I were you, I would usually choose cello or violin, at least when performing."

"It can temporarily cover up the characteristics of a fool."

Carl looked at the busy Cedric and gave advice in a serious tone.

"Get lost!" Cedric said unhappily, "Don't forget who you are today. You are the boss today."

"You're the clumsy fool."

“Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!”

Carl kept waving his hands to show that he surrendered and wanted to end the topic quickly, then sat down in the chair next to the piano.

Looking at Cedric with his big butt sticking out, he looked like a groundhog looking for food in a carrot field.

Rummaging through a pile of dusty Western musical instruments.

The sunset in the window next to me gradually changed from brilliant gold to blood red.

The sun in the distance is burning its last bit of heat, trying to leave this last ray of light on the earth.

Even though night was almost falling, the hardworking groundhog seemed to have not found his food yet.

A melodious music came to my ears, and the air seemed to freeze under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Karl's shadow was stretched out long, his fingertips danced on the keyboard, on a summer night in Moscow.

It turns into notes and flows out slowly.

Cedric, who had been concentrating on searching, stood there in surprise, looking at Karl quietly.

The sound of the accordion echoed in this small space, and every movement of the player seemed so powerful and emotional.

From his relaxed brows, one could tell that for him, this performance was a piece of cake.

When the last note slowly faded into the air, he looked at the surprised Cedric and smiled that wicked smile again.

"When did you learn to play the accordion?"

Cedric asked excitedly after enjoying the music.

"I didn't learn it." Carl wiped the dust off the accordion and said calmly.

"Are you lying?" Cedric pouted angrily.

"I didn't lie to you." Carl shrugged helplessly and hung the clean accordion around his neck.

Then he grabbed Cedric and ran towards the playground.

Cedric kept asking questions along the way, but Karl's answer remained the same.

In fact, he was not lying, it was because he had never really learned it. He was just using the memory palace in his mind.

The movements of the accordion player who was performing several songs in a band in a restaurant a few days ago were perfectly replicated.

He always keeps his word, at least in front of others, he rarely lies.

Coming to the playground of the International College, the summer night dotted with stars looks like a dream.

The cool breeze carries the secrets of the night, blowing gently across every inch of land.

An extraordinary social event unfolded here, and its unique charm attracted a lot of attention.

As soon as Karl arrived at the venue, he immediately walked over to the Russian teenagers with his accordion.

After a brief exchange in fluent Russian, he returned to Cedric and took him with him as they walked into the crowd.

"What did you just tell them?"

"Of course it is Mr. Diggory's least favorite deal. I stated that I am attending this party as a performer."

"In exchange for the right for me and my good eater partner to eat and drink for free here. Of course, you are the boss today, so if you feel it is inappropriate, we can leave."

Carl looked at Cedric with a smile, and the other touched his face awkwardly. He also wanted to be tougher.

But when he saw the barbecue grill and countless desserts and puddings at the party.

Cedric waved his hand quickly to urge Carl to speak.

"You should go and perform. I'm fine being alone."

Karl, who was driven away, was not angry. He held the bayan accordion produced by the Moscow Musical Instrument Experimental Factory.

He came to the center of the crowd and started playing without any stage fright or hesitation.

The boy's hands danced on the keyboard, and every note seemed to be given life.

A cheerful and rhythmic melody flowed, and his golden hair shone in the night light.

As the rhythm of the music changed, students joined in the dance, some spinning gracefully, others dancing passionately, and the entire venue turned into a sea of ​​joy.

But there are exceptions, such as a little badger who is concentrating on eating at the buffet table.

As the night deepened, the atmosphere of the social gathering became more lively.

The blond boy skillfully changed the tune, from a lively dance music to a gentle serenade.

Let everyone feel the romance and warmth of the summer night.

When the moon reached its highest point, the blond boy slowly stopped playing and danced to the tired boys and girls.

They also gradually began to rest. They sat together in groups of three or five, talking and laughing.

Carl tiredly put the accordion aside and hugged his sore shoulders until he felt someone kicking his back.

He slowly turned his head and saw Cedric, with a flushed face, holding a plate of freshly baked meat.

She looked at him with drunken eyes and a silly smile when the plate was handed to her.

"This is my reward to you, boss. Eat it quickly. Your performance is really good. I..."

Cedric put his hands on his hips and raised his head slightly, intending to take advantage of the last moment to fully demonstrate his role as the boss today.

As a result, before he could finish his words, he fell into Karl's arms.

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on the other person, Carl could only sigh helplessly. It seemed that the other person was still bewitched by the appearance of those desserts.

The Russian desserts are not as simple as they seem.

Holding the dinner plate in one hand and holding Cedric in the other, he had no choice but to put his dinner on the grass.

I was going to make arrangements for Cedric first, but I didn't expect that he just moved his butt.

The drunkard threw himself to the ground, but the soft grass didn't hurt him much. Carl was pressed on the grass and looked up at the sky.

Listening to the slight snoring sound coming from beside his ear, he turned his head to look at the red profile of the face and spoke slowly in a very small voice.

"tы mon coлhцe, kotopoe вceгдa 6лnctaet haдo mhon, n r yвepeh(a), чto tы he пoknдaewь mehr, hn в koem cвete."