Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

As he spoke, Carl grabbed Kevin Lestrange's right hand and slowly placed it on his waist.

When the trembling white arm wrapped around the charming waistline, the boy who had been feeling indignant just now.

His entire face turned red, like a red-hot iron ball, visibly turning red. The extremely high temperature seemed to evaporate all the moisture on his face.

A cloud of white mist formed above his head, and the professional and serious Kevin Letteranch disappeared.

Only a helpless young man was left. At this moment, he was like a puppet, and could only be manipulated by Carl, the puppeteer.

At first, the joints of this puppet seemed not smooth enough and its movements were overly stiff.

There was a hint of hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Don't resist so much. Don't you want to dance with me? Or is it because there is no music accompaniment here, which is not suitable for your status?"

The beautiful blonde girl looked at the cute toy in her hand with a smile in her eyes.

And the puppet boy seemed to be cast under some magical spell because of this sentence.

Slowly, he began to relax, his body gradually synchronizing with the movements of the girl in his arms.

They began to spin and jump on the dance floor, getting closer and closer to each other.

The puppet finally came back to life at this moment. He took the initiative to stretch out his arms and wrap them around the other's waist, and the two seemed to have merged into one.

There was no music accompaniment in the empty castle corridor. Only Cedric in the distance was still screaming while covering his right hand that was stepped on by a high heel.

Outside the balcony are the majestic Alps, with endless gales and blizzards, which are the eternal themes of the great mountains.

But even with such strange accompaniment, as time went by, the two of them were completely immersed in the rhythm of the dance.

Carl always had a playful smile on his face.

Although Kevin Lestrange's face still looked a little nervous, his eyes were shining with excitement.

Their movements became more and more coordinated, as if they were a pair of dancing partners with perfect understanding.

Finally, the music that had never been played before slowly stopped, and the two figures separated, and the young knight slowly knelt down.

The noble queen stretched out her right hand, and it was unknown whether it was due to some mysterious force or some other reason.

Carl spoke to Kevin Lestrange in a tone that could be described as seductive.

"I allow you to kiss my right hand. This is an honor and reward given to you, of course, if you think it is a reward."

These words instantly sobered Kevin Lestrange, who was still a little dizzy after dancing.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the white back of the hand so close to him, and swallowed involuntarily.

Then he quickly lowered his head, not wanting to look at that face, but turned slightly to look behind the other person.

That bastard who was still running around in the corridor like a clown, screaming loudly.

"I refuse." Kevin Lestrange said dully with his head down.

"Oh, it seems that I didn't meet your expectations." Carl looked at him with a smile and shook his head slightly.

"Are you out of your mind? This is a great honor, and you dare to refuse the reward from the young master."

"You damned fellow, this is a serious disrespect."

As soon as Carl finished speaking, Louis Lestrange, who had been watching from the side, immediately started shouting loudly.

He angrily scolded his son for his ignorant behavior. In his opinion, Kevin Lestrange's behavior was undoubtedly extremely stupid.

Facing his father's rebuke, the professional and calm Kevin Lestrange seemed to be back again.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Carl, staring at the face he had been thinking about day and night for a long time.

He said it seriously without changing his expression.

"I refused only because I thought I was not worthy of the honor myself. I knew I might be the first wizard to enjoy such an honor."

"But it's not nearly enough."

"If you want anything else, just say it boldly." Carl's smile was warm and charming, making people irresistible.

Just looking at that smile, Kevin Lestrange was deeply attracted, but he knew that he could not indulge in such a short-lived honor.

"I want the honor to be mine alone, forever."

Kevin Lestrange spoke seriously, then slowly stood up, stretched out his left hand and pointed at Cedric behind Carl with disgust.

"Especially not allowing fools and idiots like this to stay around you."

After saying that, he turned around and left. In less than a moment, his figure disappeared in the long corridor.

He waved his sleeves and not a single cloud was taken away; his movements were smooth and graceful.

Carl kept looking in the direction where the other person disappeared.

After Kevin Lestrange's back disappeared for a full 5 minutes, Louis Lestrange felt under great pressure.

He quickly ran to Karl’s side and apologized sincerely.

"Dear ma'am, I apologize to you for my own son's behavior."

"Please forgive his youth and ignorance, and please don't be angry."

"Who said I was angry?" Karl looked at the other person.

"You said you weren't angry, but your face is already red."

Louis Lestrange lowered his head in panic.

Hearing this, Karl quickly stretched out his hands and touched his face, and sure enough, he felt a little hot.

He couldn't help but glance in the direction where Kevin Lestrange left, and said with some resentment in his heart.

"It's all that cat's fault. I was just teasing him with good intentions, but he insisted on saying something weird."

"But it's strange. Why did my face turn red? It must be because of that damn magic. There must be something wrong with the way my brain thinks."

"You said you were not angry." Louis Lestrange saw that his little master was staring in the direction his son left.

His expression became even more nervous, and he continued to explain hurriedly.

"He is like this. He must keep the things he likes to himself and never wants to share them with anyone."

"When he was a child, if his toys were touched by other children, he would rather destroy them than share them with others."

"He is absolutely loyal to you, but his methods are a little lacking, so please don't be angry. If you really can't help it, I will catch him back now."

"You can use whatever magic you want to torture him, as long as you keep him alive."

"I'm not angry." Carl's eyes began to twitch.

"But you kept looking in the direction he left." Louis Lestrange was still a little worried.

"I'm not angry!!" Carl's eyes began to twitch violently, and his tone became more serious.

"But your face is so red." Louis Lestrange was still a little unwilling to believe it.

"I'm not mad.!!!"

Carl screamed hysterically.

He stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with fiery eyes and spoke word by word.

"I told you, I'm not angry, my blushing is just because of the cold wind, do you understand, I'm not angry!!!"

“Don’t ask this question again!!!”