Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What a troublesome guy?"

Carl threw the unconscious Cedric on the seat and complained quietly.

After dealing with Ron's matter, it was already dark and the train was about to arrive at the station. I thought the day would just pass like this.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he returned to his box, the scene he saw almost made him faint.

All I saw was Cedric, with a red face, sitting in his seat, acting drunk and mad, occasionally emitting a creepy laugh.

Sometimes I would hold my computer and cry while saying bad things about him.

At first, Carl thought that someone had secretly attacked the Pumpkin Head while he was away from the box.

He was so nervous at the time that he carefully checked every corner of the box.

After careful investigation, the conclusion he finally reached was a bit ridiculous.

The reason is very simple. It is because of those overtime cakes. Magic potions that can boost people's spirits are added to those cakes.

However, these potions were not made by Professor Snape, and in order to prevent the potions from ruining the taste of the cake.

When Carl was brewing these potions, he used a common drug solvent, which is low-alcohol.

There was only a tiny bit of alcohol in a piece of cake, but he still underestimated the appetite of the pumpkin-headed man in front of him.

He ate up a whole backpack of cakes in less than half an hour.

Almost 300 ml of low-alcohol alcohol entered Cedric's stomach in this way.

Turned the stupid pumpkin head into a drunken pumpkin head

All the way back to the Hogwarts Great Hall, Carl deliberately kept a distance from other people, and even rode in a Thestral carriage alone.

It is to avoid this guy getting drunk and saying something embarrassing on the road.

Thinking back to those words, two red clouds appeared on Karl's handsome pale face.

Seeing that students from various colleges were gradually taking their seats, he began to prepare to quickly bring this guy back to consciousness.

In order to avoid further embarrassment, he first confined Cedric to his seat.

He quickly ran to the podium and asked Professor Snape, who had just taken his seat, for a sobering potion.

Professor Snape, who was asked for a sobering potion, looked at Carl, whose clothes were a little messy and there were several red marks on his neck.

He looked behind him, at Cedric, who was trapped in his seat, his face flushed and burping.

His expression suddenly turned very ugly and he criticized in a cold tone.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, I think it would be inappropriate to say that your senior drinks in an ordinary school in any world."

"Besides, your life is a bit too dissolute and extravagant. I hope you can pay attention to your behavior in school in the future."

"I don't want to care what you do outside, but in Hogwarts, you have to follow the rules."

"Of course, I'm an excellent student at Hogwarts, I will definitely..." Facing the professor's criticism, Carl apologized with his usual playful smile.

Professor Snape's face turned red instantly when he said half of this, and he pointed at me and spoke tremblingly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Too dissolute and extravagant. Can such adjectives be used to describe your dear student?"

"Oh, really?" Snape sneered, his deep black eyes looking at Carl's neck.

"Then can you explain the bruises on your neck and the traces of animal saliva that remained even after being wiped by someone."

"I was licked by a dog." Carl said seriously, with a resolute expression as if he was ready to sacrifice at any time.

"That's a really big dog."

Professor Snape said this coldly, and with a slight wave of his huge robe sleeves, a bottle of light blue potion appeared on the table between the two of them.

"Mix it in some sweet liquid. You know, I'm not as picky about the taste of my potions as you are."

“It might taste a little bitter.”

"Thank you, professor." Looking at the weird smile on Professor Snape's face, Carl felt like a thousand horses were galloping through his heart.

At the same time, I secretly complained in my heart.

"It's not like you don't know how to make delicious potions. The potion you gave Harry doesn't have that weird, disgusting taste."

"And there are flavors to choose from, and every day is different from Monday to Friday. I'm so glad I helped him so much."

"What an ungrateful old bat."

After severely complaining about Professor Snape, Carl hurried back to the Hufflepuff table, where his classmates were gradually entering.

Professors gradually began to take their seats, and while there were still few people, he poured the bottle of potion directly into the pumpkin juice beside him.

He stirred it briefly with a silver spoon, then held Cedric's chin with his left hand and the cup with his right hand.

He was about to drink the cup of pumpkin juice, but only a drop of yellow-white liquid fell on Cedric's tongue.

That big red face began to distort and deform, and the scene even made Carl think for a moment.

This guy is not going to awaken the Kamui Sharingan.

"No, I don't want to drink this stuff. I hate you. You always force me to drink your disgusting liquid."

"I don't want to work overtime, I don't want to, drink yours..."

Cedric screamed desperately, and Carl, who was trying to sober him up, felt as if a thousand nuclear bombs exploded in his mind when he heard these words.

Finally, just when the boy was about to continue speaking, there was a crisp sound of a pottery jar breaking.

The drunk Cedric had a big bump on his head and fell into a deep sleep like a baby.

Carl threw the broken pieces of the kettle in his hand aside casually, under the weird looks of the senior students and the puzzled gazes of the junior students.

He took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped the sticky pumpkin juice off his hands gracefully.

"Mr. Hohenzollern!"

"He was talking about coffee. I once treated him to coffee and asked him to work overtime, so he hates coffee and that's it."

A concerned greeting came from behind him, and without a moment's hesitation, he answered firmly.

When he turned around, Hermione, with a confused look on her face, stared blankly at the young man in front of her who looked as if he had experienced a battle.

I asked doubtfully.

"I just wanted to ask you about next month's work plan. When are you going to give it to me? I just asked Professor McGonagall."

"There are more elective subjects for the second-year curriculum, and I plan to study all of them."

"So the schedule is tight, I hope you can understand."

As she spoke, Hermione couldn't help but look curiously at Cedric, who was sleeping with a big bump on his head and his eyes rolled up.

"What's wrong with Mr. Diggory? He's not going to attend the start-of-term party?"