Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The most eye-catching thing is a small coffee table in the center of the room, on which is placed a set of exquisite tea sets and some leftover snacks.

This was obviously afternoon tea time specially prepared by the owner of the house for the girl, so that she could enjoy some leisure time after her busy studies.

The soft sunlight coming in from the window shines into this cozy little house, making people feel incomparable tranquility and harmony.

Those small cookies are obviously not industrially produced, but handmade products that are carefully baked.

And at the bottom of the leftover plate, there was a small note, which could be seen after using magic to enhance vision. It read:

"From now on, you are not allowed to use that device called 'phone' to talk to your stupid cousin and that group of stupid boys."

"And you must refuse any invitations they extend to you. As punishment for the previous incident, there will be no sweet cream in the cookies this time."

And at the end of the video, someone had drawn a ghost face with black ink, and it was obviously Harley's work.

All the cookies were only half bitten off, and the remaining half was deliberately left on the plate to express their protest.

The details that are everywhere in the room create a unique yet warm way of communication.

Carl's jealousy exploded. Although his parents were still alive, they were only his biological mother.

They care more about whether Voldemort is resurrected than they care about himself.

As for my wild father, forget it and don’t think about it, otherwise I will only get angrier the more I think about it.

Fortunately, I still have Aunt Wenda, but when I think of Aunt Wenda, I miss those four full closets of little dresses of various colors.

Carl couldn't help scratching his head and turned around in a sulky manner.

"Let's go. I don't want to play anymore. It's not fun at all."

"Let's go back to your demon cave and discuss some really bad things."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Looking at the disappointed and somewhat angry back of the little boy in front of him, a smug smile immediately appeared on Professor Snape's face.

After closing Harley's door with a gentle wave of his hand, he followed her towards his study.

Coming to Professor Snape's bedroom, I looked at the gloomy environment around me and the air that was filled with a mixture of moldy smell and the stench of unknown herbs.

Carl suddenly felt much more comfortable. He wanted to find a place to sit down, but found that there was nowhere to put his feet.

There was a tattered bed in the whole room, which was piled with worn-out bedding and pillows.

These items have obviously experienced countless days and nights of wear and tear, with the colors faded and the edges severely worn.

But the owner of the room was obviously in no mood to replace them, and the responsibility of the entire room was very prominent, just to provide a temporary resting place for the exhausted body.

There were open magic books scattered cluttered on the bedside table and everywhere visible.

The book contained various formulas and magic spells that he could not understand at all, as well as some human languages ​​that had long been extinct.

Most of these books appear to be very old, with leather covers engraved with intricate patterns and symbols.

The walls were covered with all kinds of decorations: dried plant specimens, colorful but slightly weird paintings.

There were also some strange little gadgets, such as the skeleton of a humanoid magical beast that he had never seen before.

Being able to hang this thing on the wall opposite his bed and still sleep peacefully every night made him sigh that Professor Snape was truly worthy of his name.

Most other collections can only indirectly prove the owner's unique and profound understanding of the world.

In the corner sits a wooden bookshelf filled with a variety of books, from ancient scrolls to modern prints.

It shows that the resident has an almost obsessive pursuit of knowledge, but in Carl's opinion, this bookshelf is a bit redundant.

The books scattered all over the floor have proved that this thing is of no use to Professor Snape.

He wandered around for a long time but couldn't find a place to sit down, so he turned around and looked at Professor Snape who was standing motionless at the door.

Some asked helplessly.

"Dear Professor, don't you have anything you want to do? This is your bedroom after all, and I am a guest in your home."

"Even if you don't prepare a sumptuous meal for me, at least find an empty space for me to sit down."

"We can't just stand here and talk. That would be too shabby."

Faced with Carl's blame and questioning, Professor Snape remained unmoved and just spoke casually.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, I remember that I taught you this in the first Potions class."

"Everything should be done step by step. Steps and links are very important, so before we move on to the next discussion."

"Do you have anything to say to me? For example, apologize to the professor you respect for your arrogant and rude words before."

"Fuck you!" Carl's defense was broken for who knows how many times today, and he cursed in his heart.

"Why are you so petty? You keep remembering such a small thing for so long. Can't you learn from yourself and be more tolerant and generous?"

"I can't remember anything like two months, 13 days, seven hours, 7 minutes and 13 seconds ago."

"Old Bee has cheated me once before, and I will just let this kind of little thing go with the wind."

"This old bat is so vindictive, he is unworthy of being a professor."

But no matter how he cursed in his heart, Carl was still very sensible in reality and immediately showed a flattering smile on his face.

Apologize sincerely (through gritted teeth).

"Dear professor, I am the one who failed to recognize how high Ben Nevis is and made a rash judgment on your taste and aesthetics."

"I sincerely apologize to you here. I hope you can forgive me. Let's find a place to sit down and have a good discussion."

"What about plans for the coming year."

Looking at the annoying kid in front of me, his face was full of dissatisfaction, but he could do nothing about it.

Professor Snape just felt relaxed all over. He took out his wand and waved it gently. The books scattered on the ground immediately moved like butterflies flapping their wings.

It could fly up and return to its original position automatically. In less than a moment, the messy room became clean and tidy, but of course it was still as dark.

Then he took his wand and lightly tapped it, and the two piles of books stacked next to the desk immediately turned into two simple wooden stools.

The kind that didn't even have a backrest. He then sat on one and hypocritically stretched out a hand to point at another one.

"Please take a seat, Herr Hohenzollern."