Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Can I take a break?"

"cannot!"

"Then you can always go buy some snacks. I'm so hungry that I can't even knock."

"No, you've gained another six pounds. As a model for our company, you need to stay in shape for the next year."

"If you're really hungry, I have some lettuce mixed with low-fat and low-sugar salad dressing. I'll give it to you first."

As the train roared, the sun gradually slid from the sky to the ground, and it was already dusk.

Cedric had been in the box, writing code for almost 5 hours during this process.

He kept trying to awaken the humanity of this "unscrupulous boss" in front of him, but was cruelly rejected by the other party without exception.

Even the normal meal request was denied, looking at the full box of vegetable salad with no oil or sugar.

He only felt his stomach twitching, and he looked at Karl with a wronged look and tears in his eyes.

At the same time, I began to pray in my heart that the train would either arrive at the station soon or something would happen soon.

So that he could avoid the vampire's sight and get a moment of respite.

"Don't look at me like that. Your little tricks won't work on me."

Carl put down the account book in his hand and said ruthlessly while looking at Cedric who was staring at him.

Just as he finished speaking, perhaps because Cedric's prayers had worked, there was a sudden sound of fierce fighting outside the box door.

"What's going on!" Cedric stood up excitedly and was extremely active.

Now, as long as he is out of Carl's sight and is no longer forced to write those codes in front of the computer, he is willing to do anything.

As a result, as soon as he stood up, Karl pushed him back to his seat.

"Stay still, if you don't finish this project today, you won't have any food to eat. I mean what I say."

As he said this, he stood up and prepared to leave the box to check the situation. Before leaving, he turned around and stared at Cedric fiercely.

"Don't try to touch my backpack when I'm gone. The food inside is limited."

"If I find that there is less when I come back, you will be in trouble tonight."

After saying that, the door of the box was closed tightly, and Cedric, who was left in the box, barely hesitated for a moment.

He immediately rushed to Carl's seat like a hungry dog ​​and opened his backpack.

Looking at the small cakes packed in transparent acrylic boxes, tears couldn't help but slide down my mouth.

"I'll just eat two pieces. He won't notice."

He comforted himself in this way and then plunged into the pile of delicious food.

Karl, who deliberately stood outside the door and waited for a while, couldn't help laughing when he heard the noise inside.

How could he not know Cedric's willpower for food, he just knew it as a boss.

We cannot blindly exploit our employees. Sometimes we have to give them a little sweetness, and never do it for any boring reason like feeling sorry for them.

Besides, who is he? The most vicious and greedy vampire in the British wizarding world. Can his cake be so delicious?

Since this "Stinky Pumpkin Head" used the excuse that he drank coffee and that the taste might have caused his myocardial infarction.

Refuse to drink coffee to work overtime, then enjoy the sweet cake and experience Professor Snape's craftsmanship as a potion master.

"Six servings of the stimulant potion should be enough to keep this guy working until the evening."

He listened to the noise in the box and estimated that Cedric had taken the required amount of potion.

Only then did he walk contentedly in the direction of the noise, and greeted warmly all the students who knew him.

Passing through the carriages of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students, the compartment of the Slytherin students where Carl had just arrived.

He was stunned by the wonderful scene before him. He saw Ron being pinned down and beaten hard by Draco.

Harry on the side tried desperately to pull Draco and persuade them to stop fighting, but it seemed that he could not reduce the other party's anger at all.

Next to the two fighting teenagers was a new PSP game console that had been crushed.

Of course, that couldn't be a real PSP, as it was still about 13 years before the first PSP console was released.

This game console was created by Carl, a prototype model, and has been his main work for the past month.

In total, less than 10 units were produced, all of which were made by him personally.

From the first time he came into contact with magic, he had an idea in his mind, which was to combine magic with modern industry.

To see if he could bring the technology of the next decade or so to this world ahead of time, he would have the opportunity to choose the five god-level rewards he earned by mastering the Saints Organization.

In addition to choosing Grindelwald's iconic blue flame and his legendary transformation magic.

The other three are all related to modern technology, one is the automotive-related industrial field, and the other is the code field that Cedric is learning.

The other is the core of this game console, the field of optical engraving, which uses light magic to directly make chips.

From today's one micron (1000 nanometers), it will directly increase to a height of five nanometers.

But now he has not figured out how to mass produce it, so in the past month.

He made several game consoles by hand and gave them to Draco, Harry and other good friends of his.

I hoped to get market usage feedback first, but I didn't expect that when we met again.

The first market feedback we received seemed to be that it lacked drop resistance.

"Mr. Hoffensoren, you are finally here. Please persuade Draco. If they continue to fight like this, something bad will happen."

Just when Carl was in a daze, Harry, who had been trying hard to persuade others, finally saw his savior.

She ran over quickly and begged him.

It was only then that Carl realized that he had been standing at the entrance of the carriage, with Ron being pressed under Draco.

He had been beaten beyond recognition, with his eyes swollen like a panda, while the Slater students around him were sneering at him.

All the angry Gryffindor students would have been blocked outside the carriage by me if I hadn't been standing here stupidly.

I'm afraid the whole box has already become a mess.

So he quickly waved his hand gently, and an invisible magical force forcibly separated Draco and Ron under him.

And they were confined to the two nearest seats, but even so, Draco, who was confined to his seat, was still furious.

He yelled desperately at Ron, whose nose was crooked and eyes were swollen.

"You damn red-haired brat, I'm telling you this is definitely not over. It took me two whole months to create this save file."

"Harry also contributed to this, and you actually ruined him. You are dead, I tell you."

"You bunch of stinky lions are always reckless like fools."