Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Early morning of November 1992, 11, in the central Rocky Mountains of Montana.

A small wooden cabin in the forest is located in the dense woods. The appearance of the cabin is simple and quaint, and the wooden walls appear mottled and weathered after years of baptism.

The roof was covered with thick white snow and some exposed moss, blending in with the surrounding environment, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

But the steps leading to the front door had obviously been cleaned, and the air in the high-altitude mountains was very thin and cold.

There had been a few snowfalls a few nights before, and the tall pine trees around the cabin were covered in white coats, with crystal snow beads hanging on every needle.

A breeze blew, and sporadic snowflakes fell like tiny silver flakes.

Occasionally, a little squirrel leaps across the snow, leaving behind a trail of footprints of varying depths, adding a bit of vitality.

When the sunlight penetrates the clouds and shines on this quiet mountain forest, the windows of the wooden house reflect dazzling light.

Inside the house, the wood fire crackled in the stove, emitting a reassuring warmth.

Sitting by the window, you can see the snow scene outside like an exquisite painting, which makes people indulge in this rare tranquility and beauty.

Of course this was just some fantasy, Cedric just stood on the windowsill in a daze for a few seconds.

There was an impatient urging from behind.

"Stop being in a daze, Mr. Diggory, if you don't finish chopping the firewood you have."

"Then our fireplace will go out tonight, and then no matter how tightly you hold Carl."

"The cold will still keep you awake, let alone having lunch."

Kevin Lestrange stared at the other person, his tone revealing an inexplicable sourness.

He really couldn't imagine that a boy who was almost an adult liked to sleep with something in his arms.

This made it extremely awkward for three people who were sleeping in the same room and couldn't separate their beds.

At the beginning, this guy's targets were random, but after he got slapped three times by himself one night.

The target basically became Mr. Hohenzollern. The key thing he couldn't understand was why the other party didn't reject such unreasonable behavior.

What made him even more angry was that after breakfast one time, this guy went crazy and actually said to him secretly.

"I can now tell the difference between you and Carl in my dreams. Your body is too stiff, like a stone that only gets hot."

"Karl is completely different. He always says that I eat too much and have a small belly, but he has one too, and it's very soft. It feels like a huge piece when I hug him."

Although he was sure that this guy didn't mean to show off when he said this to him, it was just a reaction after being oppressed for a long time.

Suddenly I realized that the other person had the same problem as me, and I wanted to complain to someone nearby.

But no matter how he thought about it afterwards, he always felt that this guy was showing off, and it was even worse after he fell asleep several times.

He was actually fantasizing in his mind.

"A huge golden color, what it feels like to hold."

"Why should I do this hard work when you can sit in the warm kitchen and cook our meals for the day?"

Just when Kevin Lestrange accidentally fell into this strange memory again, Cedric's dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded.

He quickly returned to the present from his memories, and squinted his eyes at the idiot in front of him who had been chopping with an axe for half an hour, but there were less than 20 pieces of broken wood under his feet.

"The reason is very simple, because if we let you cook it, we will just get a bunch of meat wrapped in various strange syrups."

"You can't cook Mr. Diggory, you're just a spoiled brat, so go do something unskilled."

"And even if it's this, I don't think you can do it very well."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cedric was angry. In his eyes, the guy in front of him was just an ungrateful bastard.

In order to thank him for helping me complete the speech, I shared Carl's secret with him.

This kind of friendly interaction that can only occur between close friends did not receive the goodwill it deserved.

On the contrary, since that day on, this guy has become more and more aggressive against me, and I cannot back down today no matter what.

So he said bluntly.

"Your cooking skills are not that great. You can only make simple pasta and you often have trouble controlling the amount of salt."

"It's either bland or extremely salty, and you actually called me a spoiled brat."

"The same goes for you. Carl is the only one among the three of us who can really cook. You should go out hunting."

"You are right, Mr. Diggory." Kevin Lestrange sneered, "But you have overlooked the most important issue."

"I don't know how to hunt. Even if we use magic, the two of us won't be able to harvest any prey if we stay out there for a week."

"And since we've already mentioned the concept of prey, let me teach you a little-known piece of knowledge."

“If a group of scientific expedition members accidentally encounter a tiger in the forest, how should they save themselves?”

"What kind of question is that? According to the information I have, humans cannot outrun tigers. If they don't have magic, they will definitely die."

Cedric really analyzed it seriously, his expression was serious and he was even ready to give some scientific data.

Kevin Lestrange interrupted him, walked in front of him with a large ladle in his hand, and looked at him with a smile.

"See? This is your way of thinking. You are indeed a great technical worker. I have to admire Mr. Hohenzollern's ability to judge people."

"But my way of thinking is completely different from yours, if the two of us were members of that scientific expedition team."

"Then I would think that I just need to outrun you. A nearly adult human male is enough for a tiger to have a meal with."

"I don't need any scientific data. Just like what I do, I think about people's hearts."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Hearing this answer, Cedric was stunned for a second and looked at the other party strangely.

"I have no ill intentions. I just want to make a point. You are right. We are both spoiled brats."

"But even so, I'm still better than you."

Kevin Lestrange patted Cedric on the shoulder, his head held high with a proud expression.

Looking at the other person's raised chin, Cedric really wanted to punch him if he didn't look like an 11-year-old kid.

He took several deep breaths, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, and then seemed to suddenly remember something.

"What if it was Carl? How would he deal with this situation?"

"He..." Kevin Lestrange thought for a few seconds and blurted out.

"He wouldn't run away. The moment the tiger attacked, he had his shotgun in his hand, and then..."

"boom!!!"

A sound like a gunshot rang out behind them, and the tightly closed door of the wooden house was kicked open from the outside.

An adult jaguar with a bullet wound in the forehead was thrown to the floor.

Looking at the tragic death of the big cat, Cedric's cheek twitched.

“And then the tiger came into our pot?”