Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"That mass of matter" suddenly sensed that Carl behind him had lost his voice, and seemed to sense that danger was about to come.

After remaining motionless for a short while, he suddenly stood up and prepared to escape.

As a result, his escape ended just as it began, as a slender white arm held his shoulder tightly.

Putting "that piece of object" back to its original place, a beautiful face slowly approached and uttered a devilish whisper.

"Mr. Diggory, can you tell me why you stayed here so long because you were angry about the quarrel with me?"

"Or for some other reason, why do I smell the sweet smell of roasted pumpkin and roasted sweet potatoes?"

"That mass of stuff" hidden under the heavy cotton coat began to shiver upon hearing this.

The face hidden in the darkness seemed to have made some kind of determination, and his body also moved along with the determination.

Vigorous steps, decisive actions, all for the sake of...

Run away.

Just when Carl's attention was slightly relaxed for a second, "that object" suddenly squatted down and broke free from his control.

Then he rolled on the ground, swung his legs, and ran towards the stairs.

The speed was unimaginably fast, but unfortunately it was still a little short.

Just as "that piece of thing" was about to step onto the stairs, a ruthless curse came from behind.

"Imprison Incarcerous immediately!"

A scarlet light hit his back directly, causing him to fall flat on his face.

"oops!!!"

As a wailing sounded, countless equipment scattered all over the ground, and a rich fragrance filled the entire tower.

Some of them rolled to Carl's feet.

The dark round ball looked so out of place in front of the jade feet wearing crystal high heels.

Carl lowered his head and stared at the black coal ball, his cheeks twitching wildly. If he guessed correctly, it should be a slightly mushy sweet potato.

On the other hand, the coat, which was as thick as a quilt, reduced a lot of the damage caused by the fall, so that "that piece of object" was not injured by the fall.

The coat slowly slid off his face, revealing a dark and dusty face.

A pair of eyes looked at Carl slyly, and after finding that the other party did not move.

The guy didn't even check if he had any cuts on his head from the fall.

He began to desperately put the things scattered on the ground into his arms, one by one, all the black coal balls scattered on the ground were put back into his arms.

But until a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes stepped on a coal ball.

Looking at the high-heeled shoe, Cedric couldn't help swallowing, then raised his head stiffly and looked up.

He took only a glance and immediately lowered his head because he saw a pair of blue eyes full of anger.

"Mr. Diggory, look up!!" emotionless words came down from the sky.

Cedric lowered his head and shook his head quickly.

Carl, who was looking down at him, originally thought that the other party was scared when he saw this. He felt a little proud and a little soft-hearted at the same time.

But after a few seconds, that feeling disappeared instantly because the feeling from the soles of his feet told him.

In these few seconds, the boy with his head down in front of him had not given up the idea of ​​snatching the roasted sweet potato from under his feet.

Karl was really angry, and he spoke with a frosty face.

"Let go!!"

The first warning had no effect, and the force from the soles of my feet still showed that the other party had not given up.

So he spoke again.

"Let go!!!"

This time the other party hesitated for a few seconds.

So there was a third time.

“Let go!!!!”

This time, Carl completely disregarded his image, and his roar was totally inappropriate, like a huge bell ringing between the mountains.

The sound echoed throughout the valley, and the little hand that had refused to give up finally retracted.

Only then did Carl slowly bend down and pick up the baked sweet potato very elegantly.

The black coal balls were wrapped in white lace gloves, looking so out of place.

Just like him and Cedric now, one was wearing a pitch-black shirt and his face was covered with black stains.

The other one was wearing a pure white haute couture dress and transparent crystal high heels.

Her hands were covered in white lace gloves, and she looked as noble as a goddess in heaven.

"You disappeared for an entire afternoon just for something like this."

After a long silence, Karl asked directly. His voice was colder than the cold wind blowing into the room.

This made Cedric shudder all over again. He slowly raised his head and was about to explain.

But I only saw Carl suddenly turn around and throw the roasted sweet potato in his hand out.

"don't want!!!"

Cedric screamed as he held the roasted sweet potatoes and small pumpkin in his arms like they were his treasures.

Being thrown casually on the ground, the whole person ran towards the railing next to the windowsill as fast as an arrow.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late and he did not see the groaning of the sweet potato thrown away over there.

Standing on the railing next to the windowsill and looking down, you can see the magnificent Alps below. The rolling hills appear even more mysterious under the moonlight.

The trees in the mountains have been carved into various shapes by the wind and snow, and occasionally the roar of wild beasts can be heard in the distance.

Darkness enveloped everything, and it was impossible to see where anything was falling.

"Why, why?!" Cedric, holding the railing with both hands, kept muttering to himself as if in a dream.

His voice was terribly low and his movements were as fast as lightning. Carl, who was standing in place, only felt a flash before his eyes.

The other person rushed in front of him, with tears of grievance on his dark face and crystal snot coming out of his nostrils.

"Why do you do this? I know I'm not good enough, and I also know I don't deserve to stand by your side."

"But why do you decide everything about me? Why do you..."

Cedric accused Carl in tears until his mouth was blocked by something familiar.

It was a roasted sweet potato that was no longer so hot, and the burnt skin and ashes had been removed.

All that was left was the charred shell and sweet flesh, which Cedric chewed subconsciously.

A full feeling of happiness exploded in his mouth, stopping his tears of grievance from flowing.

And Karl, who was sitting opposite him, just sighed helplessly and took off his expensive white lace gloves.

With light movements, he helped wipe off the stains on the other person's face, as well as the disgusting tears and snot.

Even after wiping it clean, he still couldn't help but complain.

"You're still so ugly. It's annoying to look at. I thought I could come to you and comfort you by wearing this damn outfit."

"After all, you always say that I am biased. Since I danced with Mr. Lestrange, I should also dance with you."

"But now it seems that it is no longer necessary."

As he said that, Carl yawned, slowly sat down on the ground, and then pulled Cedric who was still standing straight.

After the other person sat on the ground, he leaned over and said in a bad mood.

"Don't just focus on eating. Bring me that coat. It should be enough to cover two people. It's late. I want to go to bed."

"Good night, Mr. Diggory."