Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What nonsense are you talking about."

Even though he was wearing a thick scarf, Carl's two ears, the only parts exposed, turned red in an instant.

"Stop saying those inexplicable things."

Carl stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Cedric's face, twisting and pulling it to both sides.

"It hurts...it hurts...stop it, I'm praising you."

Cedric, whose face was pinched, kept slapping Carl's wrist with both hands while trying desperately to explain.

"What I said is all knowledge from books, and it's not a bad thing to say that you are kind, why are you like this?"

“Shut up! Shut up!!” Carl’s ears were already extremely red, and his hands were pulling hard with all his might.

The intense pain made Cedric's little feet jump around so much that he was almost shaking.

A full minute later, Cedric squatted on the ground with a wronged look on his face, cupping his hands with snow to apply to his swollen face.

His eyes were full of grievance, and he squatted on the ground like a forgotten mushroom.

"Okay, stop being so mad and get up quickly. If we don't find that white-tailed deer, we won't have dinner tonight."

Behind Cedric, Carl folded his arms and stared at the other person, urging him constantly.

But Cedric still squatted on the ground stubbornly, as if he didn’t hear what Karl said.

"What a troublesome guy." Carl shook his head helplessly and walked slowly towards the direction of the white-tailed deer traces alone.

"It's hard to be confident when praise for others is met with malicious intent."

"There has never been such an unreasonable and selfish person, who is arbitrary, tyrannical, unreasonable, and fond of using violence."

"What a disgusting fellow."

Faint mumblings continued to sound behind him. Carl, who had entered the hunting state, listened to the sounds coming from behind him.

And when you look back, you can see the silent mushroom squatting on the ground with its back to you.

It really gives me a headache, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that it is really my fault, but it is impossible to get him to apologize.

So the two boys slowly moved towards their goal in this strange way.

The sun gradually rose to its highest point, leaving a series of footprints of varying depths on the snow.

Every step seemed so cautious, expectant, and a little weird.

The snow on the branches occasionally falls gently due to the breeze, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet forest.

Suddenly, a white-tailed deer appeared in their sight, foraging gracefully on the snow, seemingly unaware of the approaching danger.

Carl hid his body behind a pine tree and tried to reduce his breathing rate as much as possible to avoid being discovered by his prey.

He took out a bow and arrow from behind him and was about to draw the bow and put the arrow on it, but then he seemed to think of something.

He turned around and looked at the Silent Mushroom behind him, kicked the other's butt with his toes, and squatted down and whispered in the other's ear.

"This prey is yours. Whoever does the job should complete it. This is our principle. Complete your job and we can discuss the issue of apology."

"Well Mr. Diggory."

The silent mushrooms seemed to be awakened by the rain. They shook their bodies a few times and slowly stood up from the snow.

With her red cheeks swollen from being pinched and a look of aggrieved eyes, she stared at Karl in front of her.

"Don't lie to me, Mr. Hohenzollern."

"Of course." Carl smiled and offered the bow and arrow in his hands with both hands.

Cedric took the bow and arrows, went to the hunting site, and looked at the beautiful creature in the open space.

Hold your breath slowly, slowly pull the bowstring, and aim at the beating life.

The arrow flew out of the string, cut through the air, and headed straight for the target.

However, fate seemed to play a joke on him, and the arrow just grazed the deer's body, only stirring up a snowflake.

“Karl, you!!!”

Cedric exclaimed, he didn't expect that Carl behind him would deliberately miss the target.

The white-tailed deer in the open space raised its head alertly and began to run flexibly.

He was about to run into the dense forest at this critical moment.

The arrow in Cedric's hand was instantly released, and another arrow cut through the air and flew straight towards the moving target.

The arrow hit its target accurately, and the white-tailed deer fell to the snow, with steaming blood flowing from the wound.

The pure white chicken blood was dyed into a glaring blood red, and the painful cries of the deer echoed throughout the valley.

"Why are you doing this."

Cedric turned his head angrily and looked at Carl behind him, questioning loudly.

"Are you trying to cheat?"

"Am I trying to cheat, Mr. Diggory?" Carl had his signature smirk on his face and he put the bow and arrow back into his ring.

She slowly walked to Cedric's side, put her hand on his shoulder and patted him gently.

"You are playing tricks on me, Mr. Diggory. From the moment we saw this prey, your first arrow should have hit the opponent's heart."

"You don't know how to shoot an arrow at all. How can you be a sports idiot when you are the Quidditch captain of the Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts?"

"On the contrary, you are very talented. Your talent in mathematics and science and engineering has made you good at this kind of sport that requires concentration."

"You just can't bear it."

"I..." Cedric was silent, his head lowered, his knuckles turning white as he held the longbow in his hands.

Karl stretched out a hand, let the other's big head lean on his shoulder, sighed helplessly and said softly.

"And you didn't do that for any bullshit cold violence. You just saw it on the TV news."

"Those ordinary Muggles who bought the stocks lost everything, their families were ruined, and that's why you look at Kevin Lestrange's rising revenue figures."

"You start to feel guilty and even scared."

"I just." Cedric tried to explain, but was grabbed by Carl, who pointed at the white-tailed deer that was still screaming in pain in the valley below.

"Don't explain, and don't even think about changing anything. You didn't do anything wrong. It's not that you didn't shoot the arrow yourself."

"You will not be responsible for this life, everything you are enjoying now, and everything that humans are enjoying."

"In the final analysis, it is based on the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. The only thing you can do is to be kind and let the prey have a better time."

As he spoke, Carl handed a knife to Cedric and patted him on the back.

With a burst of air, Cedric was instantly teleported to the side of the injured white-tailed deer.

Looking at the white-tailed deer lying on the ground with its lung pierced by an arrow, and the desire for life in its pupils.

Cedric didn't hesitate for a moment. He raised the knife in his hand high, aimed at the artery in the opponent's neck and stabbed it hard.

The hot blood sprayed all over his face, and on the edge of the cliff in the open space, Carl stood there silently looking at Cedric with blood on his face.

He lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a kind person, and I can't be a kind person."

"What we are about to do is something downright bad."