Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"It's really shocking, Mr. Cedric." Carl was sitting in his crowded first-class cabin.

Looking at Cedric taking off his mask, his cheeks twitched wildly. The first-class cabin was originally spacious enough for people to lie down.

At this time, there was another guy sitting opposite me, and there were two huge plastic bags at my feet.

If it weren't for the bright decorations around him, Karl would have thought he was on a freight train.

"Can you explain why you brought these things?"

"Also, why are you here?"

Carl stared at Cedric in front of him, and the other party was like a golden retriever who had done something wrong.

He hung his head and muttered softly.

"It's not my fault. We took a plane to the United States and other countries before."

"I can bring any luggage I want, right? Why can't I bring anything this time?"

Hearing this, Karl almost laughed out of anger. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hands and held the other person's face.

He forced the other person to raise his head and looked into his eyes.

"Don't you understand the difference between a private jet and a regular plane? You didn't notice it when you got on the plane."

"Are there a lot more passengers around us? And don't avoid my question just now, why are you here?"

"Who told you that? Tell me clearly now, or I will kick you off the plane right now."

Hearing this, Cedric seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and tried hard to break free from Carl's restraints, after the plane took off smoothly.

He returned to his seat, pretended to be sitting upright, and looked at Carl with a serious expression.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Helplessly, he quickly bent down and searched in his two large plastic bags, then took out a familiar dark blue note.

He cleared his throat and spoke loudly.

"Please watch your words, Mr. Hohenzollern. My name is Ludwig von Eisenstein."

"He is a famous German wizard noble, the eldest son of the Eisenstein family, and the most loyal servant of the Grindelwald family."

"He usually wears a golden mask, guards Grindelwald's heir, and they have been together for a long time."

"It has sprouted..."

"That's enough." Looking at this idiot, he read out the note verbatim, even the annotation on the back.

Karl's head was full of black lines. He snatched the note from the other person's hand and tore it into pieces.

"I haven't finished reading it yet?" Cedric, or "Ludwig von Eisenstein", suddenly shouted.

"What's written on the back that I haven't finished reading yet?"

Hearing this, Carl risked being exposed and used magic to burn the pieces of paper into ashes.

Finally, he blew away the ashes with his mouth until they disappeared into the cabin.

Then he grabbed Cedric by the collar and stared at him viciously.

"I don't care if your name is Cedric Diggory or Ludwig von Whatever, when the plane gets to Paris."

"Get on the plane and return to London immediately. I don't want to waste any more time on you. This is non-negotiable. Do you understand me?"

"No!!" Cedric, who was grabbed by the collar, pouted his mouth high, and every pore of his face exuded the word rebellion.

He looked into Carl's eyes fearlessly and spoke seriously.

"No, I'm not going back!!"

“What did you say!!!” Carl’s face became a little ferocious and his voice became much louder.

The aura emanating from his body seemed as if he wanted to eat Cedric alive.

Cedric on the other side didn't seem prepared to resist. He closed his eyes tightly, as if ready to let the other party do whatever he wanted.

"Sir, please return to your seat and refrain from using violence in the cabin."

"Otherwise we will detain you according to law."

Just when the situation reached a stalemate, a patrolling flight attendant broke the deadlock between the two.

The other party held the intercom in his hand, his eyes fixed on Carl's hand that was holding Cedric's collar.

Helpless, Carl could only let go of Cedric and sat back in his seat with a dark face.

It was not until the flight attendant had served the meals and the entire cabin had fallen into silence that Carl used magic to yell at Cedric.

"I returned to London as soon as I got off the plane, did you hear me?"

"I heard it, but I don't."

"Why, give me a reason why you must go to France with me."

"I won't give it to you, and I should be the one asking you this question. Why do you want to go to France? Who is there in France?"

"I'm going to work to pave the way for future plans."

"That's great, I'm going to work too."

"You!" Carl couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled open the door of the first-class cabin and stared at Cedric in the cabin on the other side.

Cedric was equally unwilling to be outdone and opened the door to his own box as well.

Separated by a narrow aisle, Karl and I stared at each other.

"You must leave immediately, otherwise it will cause trouble for the subsequent work. This is my last warning to you."

Carl spoke first, his eyes full of threats.

Cedric responded sharply, with a look of disdain on his face.

"What kind of trouble will it cause? I'm afraid that in Mr. Hohenzollern's impression, some poor abandoned guy is the biggest trouble."

"We agreed to spend the holidays quietly, but you suddenly want to go to France. I think you have evil intentions."

"A biased fool?"

"What the hell?" Carl was stunned for a few seconds, then looked at Cedric viciously as if he wanted to eat him.

"Mr. Cedric Diggory, please watch your words. I am your boss."

Hearing this, Cedric remained calm and pretended to be serious, even speaking English with a German accent.

He directly retorted.

"Mr. Karl Hohenzollern, oh no, it should be Miss Theodora Grindelwald."

"Please be careful with your address. I am your loyal subordinate. I am not Cedric Diggory."

"My name is Ludwig von Eisenstein, your most loyal and caring subordinate, and friend."

After saying that, he closed the door of the box directly. At the last moment of closing the door, he stared at Karl closely, raised a finger and said seriously.

“There is no one at the same time.”

"Crack!!"

After he finished speaking, the door of the box closed tightly. Looking at the closed door, Karl felt his temple twitching.

He punched the air like a madman and gasped for breath.

On the other side, Cedric, who was hiding in the box, had a rare relaxed smile on his face.

He quietly took out a piece of blue paper from his pocket, on which was a line of densely written words.

"Don't be afraid of that kid's threats. He is more afraid of losing his friends than anyone else. You can control him by grasping this point."

"Enclosed with this letter is 100 Formulas for Getting Along with the Hohenzollerns, written by Severus Snape. It is at the bottom left of the plastic bag."

"Have fun, boy, and happy holidays. I hope you like this gift, Gellert Grindelwald."