Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"But!!"

Obviously, this answer did not satisfy Kevin Lestrange, and he was about to continue asking.

But his lips were sealed with a finger.

"Shh!! Don't talk. Now it's time for Mr. Diggory."

Carl looked at the other person with a smile. He pressed the other person's mouth with his left fingers and put his right index finger on his own lips.

Through the gap in the back row, he looked at Cedric on the stage, with a look of anticipation and pride in his eyes.

Kevin Lestrange did not ask any further questions, perhaps because he thought there was no point in continuing like this.

In fact, he didn't understand why he asked such a question, since he had clearly accepted an undercover mission.

You just need to gain the trust of the person in front of you and behave professionally and irreplaceably.

But when the person in front of me did such an illogical thing to that big-headed fool, a sense of inexplicable sadness always arose in my heart.

This feeling is extremely strong and always makes him do some irrational behaviors.

On the other side of the stage, Cedric looked at the group of people in the audience who were all wearing plaid shirts and had fanatical expressions on their faces.

The middle-aged man of all ages with worrying hair volume was panicking and kept muttering to himself.

"They're all pumpkin heads, they're all pumpkin heads, they're all pumpkin heads."

As the self-hypnosis continued to deepen, the effects gradually emerged, and a group of technical programmers wearing colorful shirts were in the audience.

They turned into vegetables and fruits of different colors, with shiny and smooth eggs on their heads, sparkling under the light.

Seeing this strange sight, Cedric almost couldn't help laughing.

This made Kevin Lestrange in the backstage look confused.

"What is he laughing at? Why hasn't he started his speech yet? Although he has four hours to spare, the content he needs to cover is very detailed."

"How can he still laugh so happily at such a tense moment? If I'm not mistaken, Xiaolong."

"He only makes that sound when he's eating."

"I'm not sure either." Carl looked a little embarrassed. "Could it be that I put too much potion in the steak?"

"That shouldn't be the case. I strictly followed the advice given by Professor Snape."

"If it's Professor Snape, then there shouldn't be a problem."

Upon hearing Professor Snape's name, Kevin Lestrange immediately expressed his approval.

But he quickly came to his senses, staring at Karl with wide eyes.

"You put potions in the food we ate, no wonder you gave him those strange verbal hints."

"You hypnotized him with a potion, Mr. Hohenzollern. You really opened my eyes."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" Carl turned his head away awkwardly, but still remained stubborn.

"I do all this for your own good. Besides, didn't I make foie gras for you? This is a custom dish."

"Even that guy couldn't get this kind of service."

"Then I really want to thank you for letting me go!!"

Kevin Lestrange started to speak in a sarcastic tone, but it was just talk, and I didn't know why I heard the other party say it.

"Even that guy can't enjoy this kind of service." When he heard this sentence, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

The previous feeling of grievance and pain disappeared without a trace, and a feeling of comfort spread throughout the body.

"I can help you keep this secret."

Just when Carl was about to ask the other party to help him keep it secret, Kevin Lestrange suddenly spoke first.

"But I want to get..."

"No problem." Carl agreed without hesitation. "When the money is divided in the end, I can give you an extra 10% from my share."

"I don't want it." Kevin Lestrange said coldly.

"It can't be any more. 10% is already a lot. Don't..."

When he heard the other party refuse, Carl subconsciously thought that the other party felt that 10% was not enough, but he soon reacted.

He looked at the other person in disbelief and asked tentatively.

"What do you want? Is what you just wanted to express what I think it is now?"

Kevin Lestrange looked at the unbelievable expression on Carl's face, and became furious. He spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Do you think I am a greedy person? It's just like what you think in your heart."

"I don't want an extra share, I just want it in the left drawer of your desk after this is over."

"You can also put down eight lemon citrus-flavored cupcakes every day. This is what I want."

"Why?" Carl felt a chill running through his body and couldn't help but take two steps back.

What's going on? Aren't you French? How can you have such a strange idea?

Just as he was daydreaming, Kevin Lestrange suddenly spoke angrily.

"There's no reason. I need to be treated fairly. No matter what, I need to be treated fairly."

"I am equally entitled to anything that idiot has."

Looking at the 11-year-old boy in front of me, who was disguised by magic, his face became round because of anger.

Carl seemed to have the illusion that his Hogwarts career had inevitably gone astray.

After he inexplicably got a golden retriever that knew nothing and was incredibly stupid.

Another Maine Coon cat, who is extremely arrogant and petty, was forced into my life by some old bastard.

Life is full of surprises and accidents.

But if he thought about it carefully, this was indeed much cheaper, so after a brief thought, he agreed, but still gave a warning.

"I can agree to your condition, but I want to advise you that these are eight high-calorie cakes."

"With your current appetite, you can't finish it at all. Can you make a few less?"

"No." Kevin Lestrange refused without hesitation, his attitude was unprecedentedly firm.

But after a brief thought, he suddenly spoke in a proud tone.

"It is indeed a bad character to waste food. I am not like that glutton who only cares about eating."

"How about this: you make each small cake smaller, about the same size as a macaron."

"This way, there will be no waste, and I can also enjoy it while working at night without feeling too burdened."

"But the number must not be less, at least not less than his, otherwise."

Kevin Lestrange stared at Carl and made a serious, threatening expression.

But he forgot that an 11-year-old boy, no matter how fierce he pretended to be, would only appear overly cute in the eyes of others.

Seeing this scene, Carl could only try hard to hold back his laughter and pretend to be serious.

"Of course, no problem. I agree to your condition. After all, you are the main force of our team in the upcoming work."

This sentence was just the right amount of flattery, making Kevin Lestrange feel as refreshed as if he had drunk a glass of ice cola in the middle of summer.

So he continued to look at the stage and asked casually.

"By the way, you haven't told me the final goal yet. How many US dollars are we going to cash out this time?"

"Not much, not much, just 500."

"Five million, this is completely meaningless to you. You don't make more than that in an hour now."

Kevin Lestrange's face was full of confusion, while Carl turned to look at the little boy in front of him.

He said, shaking his finger.

"It's not 500 million, it's billion!!"