Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Thanks to your criticism, I will continue to adjust my learning attitude and make progress in my future studies and strive to..."

"What did you just say??"

Facing Professor Flitwick's accusations, Carl habitually used official terms to evade the question, but halfway through his words he suddenly reacted.

He looked at the old man in front of him with an incredulous look and asked with some hopelessness.

"Did I hear it wrongly? The phrase 'getting tired of the old and falling for the new' and abandoning others' shouldn't be applied to me."

"You heard it right." Professor Flitwick ignored the embarrassed expression on Carl's face and began to analyze with the rigor of a scholar.

"I just heard some rumors before, and I thought it was just rumors from some bored students."

"But through my observations over the past week, I clearly feel that Mr. Diggory is in a much lower mood."

"He was no longer enthusiastic about communicating with others, and he was not attentive during class. The most important thing was that he only showed interest once during lunch."

"It was discovered that he had only eaten lunch for two people, indicating that he was in a very low mood and had even affected his health and appetite."

"And you've been hanging out with that Kevin Lestrange for quite some time now, every time I see you two."

"You two have smiles on your faces and discuss issues passionately. This is not good, Mr. Hawthorne!"

"You can't do this, it will make people sad."

“I...I..." Carl opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself but couldn’t say a word.

He couldn't tell the professor in front of him that the reason why Cedric was no longer enthusiastic about communicating with others and fell asleep in class recently.

It was because I forced him to work overtime until midnight every day to write code. My appetite decreased at lunch time just because this guy ate too much midnight snack.

He also couldn't imagine that a person could eat three servings of midnight snack and still finish two servings of lunch at noon.

This situation could actually be determined as poor appetite. As for Kevin Lestrange, he was just discussing work with him.

And it was only three times in total, and it wasn't that I didn't invite Cedric.

It was because when I extended the invitation, that guy actually blew his breath out and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, did you invite only me? Or did you invite others? The issues you discussed are too profound."

"Don't let a fool like me join the discussion and pollute your thinking rhythm. I think it's better for me to work honestly."

Even Professor Snape would find it difficult to achieve that level of weirdness.

Because Professor Snape simply had a bad temper and was unpopular, Cedric said this.

He always felt that the stupid pumpkin on the pumpkin head in front of him had begun to become sour because it was too mature.

Damn stupid thing, Carl thought indignantly, wondering how he would settle the score with him when he returned to the dormitory.

However, he did not expect that Professor Flitwick's voice would come again. Seeing that he had been motionless all the way, the other party might have thought that he had nothing to say.

So he nodded slightly and spoke in an admonishing tone.

"As long as you realize your mistake and apologize sincerely, I believe everything can be resolved."

"But I don't really have much experience when it comes to relationships. This stuff is more difficult than magic, but I believe in girls."

"But I still want to advise you in the end. Sometimes you need to be loyal to your relationship."

"Sorry, affection, loyalty."

These words kept echoing in Carl's mind, and an indescribable sense of shame and anger arose in his heart.

This feeling was very strange. It was not the normal kind of anger he felt when someone verbally provoked him.

You just want to use your fists to teach the person who said those words a lesson, and this anger is mixed with a little bit of smugness.

You just want to vent your anger on another person, and not just use violence.

After an awkward silence that lasted for who knows how long, Carl slowly stood up, tried his best to force a smile, looked at Professor Flitwick and said.

"I will try my best to consider your opinion. If there is nothing else, I will go back and rest."

After saying that, he turned around neatly, as if he wanted to escape from here quickly, but he didn't take a few steps.

Professor Flitwick stopped him.

"Wait a moment, Herr Hohenzollern!"

"Is there anything else, Professor Flitwick?" Carl kept smiling, but the twitching corners of his eyes showed that he didn't seem so calm.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Hohenzollern." Professor Flitwick was a little embarrassed. "I just want to talk to you about some details of the papers you asked me to do."

"The most crucial point is to engrave some ancient magic patterns on the Muggle mechanical equipment."

"I know you have mastered this unique technique when you made those amazing magic cards."

"But some of the magic needed to make the machine you imagined is not ordinary light magic."

"You need some very ancient ancient magic, the magic pattern system engravings of these magics, and ancient magic texts."

"Although I have some understanding, please allow me that my level is not high enough, so I can't ask you directly to solve this problem."

Carl was silent. He had been worried about this before, but he always had a hopeful heart. After all, Hogwarts was the top school in the entire wizarding world.

He thought he could get this knowledge for free, but it seems he still needs to compromise with the dog system.

It seems that the realization of my ultimate wish will have to be delayed a little, and I won’t be able to complete my revenge this Christmas.

"There's no need for you to be depressed."

Just as Carl lowered his head in silence, Professor Flitwick's voice rang out again.

"I just said that I don't have the ability to solve it myself. It doesn't mean that there is no one in Hogwarts who can help you."

"Who!" Carl looked up.

"Does that even need asking?" Professor Flitwick showed an admiring expression. "Of course it's Headmaster Dumbledore, in the study of ancient magic."

"There is no one better than Headmaster Dumbledore in the entire wizarding world. You are his ward, so just go and ask him directly."

"You can go see him by the way."

Having said this, Professor Flitwick quietly moved closer to Carl and spoke in a low voice.

"But before you go, you'd better prepare some gifts. Headmaster Dumbledore is very sorry that you haven't visited him for more than a month."

"She was very angry and kept complaining to me for more than an hour when I went to report the problem."