Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"That is to say, you are inexplicably scared when you see me cooking, and you think that what I cook is not ordinary ingredients."

"It's because we're cooking the corpses of our own kind, so you're scared."

"It really opens my eyes, Mr. Cedric. You are always so imaginative."

Carl's white fingers stroked the tip of the knife, with a fickle smile on his face.

Opposite him, Cedric was like a primary school student who had done something wrong, with his hands on his knees, his head lowered, and remained silent.

He didn't know why he had such strange thoughts, he just felt that he seemed to have seen that scene somewhere.

"Raise your head." Carl's voice came again.

"I really didn't mean it, I just."

“I told you to hold your head up.” Carl’s voice became more severe.

Cedric had no choice but to look up silently, only to see the other party throwing a novel on the table.

The name of the novel is "Red Dragon", a classic horror novel completed in 1981.

"I found this next to your bed before I left Hogwarts. I wanted to test it out."

"As I expected, you are indeed extraordinary, Mr. Diggory. Your pumpkin brain has an extraordinary memory."

"Whether you remember it consciously or unconsciously, anything that sticks in your mind will be recorded in your brain."

"Just now I was imitating the way the protagonist in the novel dressed and cooked, so I triggered this memory of yours."

"I was scared to death." Cedric was relieved. "I thought I was possessed by some horrible magic, but this is what it is."

"Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's eat."

After saying that, Cedric immediately stretched out his hand towards the exquisite and delicious dish in front of him, but as soon as his hand stretched out, he was hit hard by Karl.

He looked at Cedric oddly.

"Since you have such a great memory, I would like to ask Mr. Diggory why I gave you the task."

"You always use excuses like you forgot or can't remember clearly to evade me. Can you explain it?"

"this!!!"

Cedric broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Kevin Lestrange beside him.

I noticed that there wasn't a trace of fear on the other person's face at this moment. He just looked absent-minded, waiting to watch the show.

It was not until this moment that he finally realized that he had been tricked by these two guys again. Filled with grief and anger, he could only look at Carl with pitiful eyes.

He did this not only to pretend to be pitiful, but also because he really had something difficult to say and he really wanted to tell the other person.

"I don't know why, but I always forget a lot of things when I'm with you."

“Don’t look at me like that.” Carl put away the weird smile on his face and returned to his usual gentle smile.

"I didn't do this to plot against you, and you don't have anything to plot against."

"I just want to stop your excuse for being lazy. You have already remembered the help Mr. Lestrange gave you."

"When it's your turn to perform at the press conference, don't let me down again. Now, let's eat."

"You're not going to punish me?" Cedric asked in surprise.

"You did a great job, why should I punish you."

Carl responded calmly and began to serve his two customers like a waiter.

He himself had the red wine-cooked low-temperature beef, and needless to say, Kevin Lestrange, the French foie gras was prepared for him.

As for Cedric, he had a large steak Polligny-style served with a Spanish-style pear and ham salad.

The portion was enough for three people, and under the temptation of delicious food, Cedric did not ask any more questions.

The sky is big, the earth is big, and eating is the biggest. This is the soul of Hufflepuff House.

After a quick sweep, the dishes that had been painstakingly prepared for half an hour were reduced to a pile of dirty plates.

Carl snapped his fingers, and the messy table and the modern kitchen disappeared without a trace in a burst of white fluorescent light.

He himself was shaking a glass of mulled wine and pointing toward the stage entrance.

"Well, now that you have eaten and drunk enough, Mr. Cedric, go and show off your technical achievements."

"The rest of the stage is yours."

"But." Cedric suddenly became nervous when he heard this. He was not a very flamboyant and competitive person.

Even though his father promotes his outstanding son to his colleagues every day, he himself does not like it.

Not to mention giving a speech in front of a group of Muggles, he rarely spoke in public at school.

How could he not be nervous when the time came?

"It's nothing." Carl stood up and walked towards Cedric, touching his big head and speaking gently.

"Just treat those guys under the stage as pumpkin heads. They're not as smart as you today anyway."

"You have done what they only dreamed of but could not do. You are much smarter and better than them."

“Don’t pay attention to their problems, just show them that you are enough.”

This comfort was so gentle that Cedric was a little uncomfortable with it. He looked at Carl in surprise.

I wanted to respond to the other party's kindness, but just as I was about to open my mouth, I found that a wicked smile suddenly appeared on that gentle face.

Then he was kicked in the buttocks.

"Go ahead, Pikachu, show yourself to those losers and humiliate them with your skills."

"You bullied me, Carl, again." After a desperate cry, Cedric looked up again.

He was already standing in the center of the stage, and the hundreds of MacBook Air 1000 demo prototypes on the stage had disappeared without a trace.

The entire stage had been completely cleared, and several huge titles were written on the huge screen behind him.

"MG system software developer technology conference!"

As soon as the audience saw Cedric come on stage, they all stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

At this moment, there was a fanatical light flashing in the eyes of these people who are most knowledgeable about computer technology in the world. It was a fanaticism similar to that of religion.

It was as if the person in front of him was the cyber Messiah of the electronic software field.

"Why are you so nice to him?"

Of the two people secretly observing from behind the stage, Karen Lestrange was the first to ask a question.

"Everything he has is guided by you. You taught him the knowledge that everyone dreams of."

"I gave him wealth that many people could not imagine. What I cannot believe is that you have such patience with him."

"You allow him to grow up slowly beside you, gaining a better understanding of reality and improving his self-confidence."

"You are almost willing to lead him step by step. May I ask why, Mr. Hohenzollern?"

"Your question is very interesting, but unfortunately there is no answer, or it should be said that there is no need for an answer."