Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"During Christmas, Paris International Airport is surrounded by a strong festive atmosphere."

“As soon as I entered the airport lobby, I could see a huge Christmas tree decorated with colorful lights and ornaments.”

"There are snowmen and Santa Claus models of various shapes placed next to it, making people feel like they are in a fairy tale world."

"In the departure hall, melodious Christmas songs are played softly, bringing a touch of warmth and comfort to the waiting passengers. Of course, they are in French."

"The staff also changed into festive costumes, some wore Santa hats, and some wore uniforms with Christmas elements."

"But some people still find it very strange. Won't you feel cold wearing so little in the middle of winter?"

"One of them, a 'man?' wearing very short jeans, tried to touch my hand while handing out holiday gifts, which made me feel very uncomfortable."

“But he didn’t succeed. When he stretched out his hand, Carl, who had been beside me, glared at him.”

"He fell asleep in public, so I'm a bit off topic. Overall, the staff at Paris airports are very friendly."

"With smiles on their faces, they distributed small gifts and blessings to the travelers passing by. Some shops and restaurants also launched special holiday menus and products to attract the attention of travelers."

In a corner of Paris International Airport, Cedric was sitting quietly on his suitcase.

He has developed a habit of writing and drawing in the diary he carries with him over the years, recording the new things he sees every day.

Of course, while recording, there are also Mr. Diggory's unique complaints.

It’s strange to say, but in the past, he often didn’t even need a diary to record enough content for a whole school year.

But since I met Karl last year, the speed at which the diary is consumed has increased day by day, when I stand with Karl.

He seemed to encounter new things every day, and when he thought of Karl, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Earlier in the dormitory, Karl accidentally discovered himself writing in a diary, but that guy just glanced at him sideways.

With a half-smile on his face, he said inexplicably.

"I didn't expect you to keep a diary, Mr. Cedric. I thought you were a serious person."

"Now it seems that I made a mistake in judgment. Who would write a diary if they were serious?"

I was very angry then, and I am still very angry now, but when I think of those not-so-nice words I wrote in my other diary.

As well as some unrealistic fantasies and surging anger, I didn't know what to do for a moment.

It seems that the person who wrote those words does not seem like a serious person.

"Come and help me, idiot. What are you doing sitting there in a daze? Didn't you say you were here to work?"

Just when Cedric felt a little guilty, a roar suddenly came from behind him.

The voice sounded very shrill and didn't sound like a boy's voice. Cedric didn't remember it until this voice appeared.

It seemed like he had a job to do, and he was sitting here just to avoid some unsuspecting Muggles.

Breaking into the changing room at the back, Carl had been changing clothes behind his mother.

Cedric felt his throat tighten at the thought and quickly put his diary away.

He turned around stiffly, and then, as expected, stood there in a daze.

"Does it look good?" Carl, who had already finished his makeup, asked with a smile.

"It looks good!" Cedric, who was standing there in a daze, nodded mechanically like a robot.

Cedric knew that he must be very stupid the way he was, but he couldn't help it and was convinced that he was not to blame.

Karl in front of me was wearing a deep black skirt, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze like a blooming flower.

Even under the dim lights of the airport, his long golden hair still shone brightly, flowing over his shoulders like a waterfall.

Her eyes sparkled like sapphires, deep and bright.

And. Maybe this guy had some bad idea again, he deliberately tilted his head slightly to make his neck look more slender, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth revealed a naughty smile.

"Have you seen it?" The smile was followed by a sudden change of expression, and the beautiful flowers that warmed people's hearts disappeared.

The terrifying vampire queen came to the world, staring at him with a pair of blue eyes, and touched his neck in a way that was even more terrifying than Cedric.

He was afraid that the other party would pounce on him and bite his neck off in the next second.

But the next second, when Cedric saw those rosy and plump lips, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"As if getting bitten is no big deal."

"No, how could I have such a dirty thought."

But soon after another second, he suddenly held his head with his hands, as if he had been hit by some terrible mind-control black magic.

He half-knelt on the ground and kept hitting his suitcase with his big head, muttering to himself.

Looking at Cedric who suddenly went crazy in front of him, Carl was dumbfounded. He had arranged for him to wait here in the beginning.

I didn't hold out much hope for this guy, and I had already cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm around him before entering the changing room.

I just called him because the high heels on my feet were a little uncomfortable.

He staggered so much that he almost fell, and wanted the other person to help him up.

But he never expected that this idiot would make three expressions in six seconds just by looking at him.

Then he knelt on the ground, like a house-elf who had done something wrong, and began to madly mutilate himself.

"What a sin." Carl sighed sadly and tried hard to control the high heels on his feet.

Like a duck that has just learned to walk, he moved his legs forward step by step and slowly moved to Cedric's side.

Looking at the idiot who was still banging his head against the suitcase, he did not want to lose his company in the future due to technical reasons.

Carl stretched out his right hand, grabbed Cedric by the back of his neck, gently stroked his forehead with his left hand, leaned down and spoke softly in his ear.

"You don't need to punish yourself like this. I know you didn't mean it. Stop this stupid behavior immediately."

These words are thoughtful, these actions are gentle, and the effect is not ineffective.

Cedric, who was treated gently by Carl, shuddered all over, then crawled to the back using his hands and feet.

He immediately distanced himself from Carl, his face looked like a ripe tomato, and he was breathing heavily.

His eyes were filled with fear, grievance and unconcealable shyness.

Seeing this, Carl was stunned, his hands stayed in the air for a few seconds before slowly putting them away.

Then, without any ladylike manners, she casually threw the two high-heeled shoes on her feet aside.

He walked barefoot up to Cedric, raised his right hand and gave him a fierce slap.