Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Carl, who was pretending to be asleep, felt a resentful gaze constantly focusing on him, and couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to open his eyes. It wasn't because he was afraid of anything, but because he really had no energy left.

He now believes more and more that when people get along with each other, they will constantly influence each other.

Now Cedric is becoming more and more organized and seems to be much smarter and more capable.

He himself had always been a very smart and capable little kitty, but now he started to act a little unreasonable.

Especially in the past few days, Cedric personally demonstrated what top-level nagging is, the kind that keeps ringing in your ears for weeks.

He pretends to be depressed as soon as he meets you, and sighs in front of you for no reason. People who don’t know him would think he has some terminal illness when seeing this scene.

Under cruel mental bullying, Carl had to compromise and removed Hufflepuff House from his plan.

So now, because of the store prices, when you see Kevin Lestrange's pouting mouth and resentful little face.

Carl just felt his scalp tingling. He really didn't have that much energy to argue with a roommate for another week.

I could only continue pretending to be asleep, turning my body slightly to avoid looking at the other person.

But just when he turned his body to the side, thinking he could have some peace and quiet for a while, he suddenly felt something walking in front of him.

When he looked closely, he was almost scared to jump up, because he saw a childish face staring at him.

The distance was very close, almost face to face, and his nose tip could already feel the hot air exhaled from the other person's mouth.

Looking at Kevin Lestrange lying on the ground, staring at him, Carl felt really miserable.

He really wanted to teach the other person a lesson, but when he thought about what he had promised the other party before, he seemed to have no reason to do so.

You know, he has always been called a blond, greedy devil by many people in the British wizarding world.

But his credit has always been very good. At least when it comes to matters of public importance, he basically keeps his promises.

And if he really broke his promise, Carl felt that he would be in even bigger trouble. After all, at least in front of Cedric, he had always kept his promise.

If I just pick up and swallow what I said, my future will be very bad and I might even get scratched on the face by my own kitten.

After figuring this out, Carl decided to take action and continue pretending to sleep. Anyway, as long as he didn't open his eyes, the other party wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

So under this huge birch tree, a strange competitive game began.

At first, Carl felt very uncomfortable. After all, anyone would feel uncomfortable if someone was staring at them right in the face.

But as time passed, when the cold spring breeze of winter faded away, it gently brushed across the sparkling surface of the Black Lake.

When the breeze blows on your face, the smell of sprouting grass and leaves is like a natural hypnotic.

It makes people lose all their worries in an instant. The breath of spring is always like this, moistening everything slowly and silently.

And with the arrival of noon, the sun covered him with an invisible quilt, accompanied by the refreshing scent of citrus and lemon.

Karl had fallen into a deep sleep without knowing when. When he woke up, he suddenly felt as if there was something extra in his arms.

He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but then he thought of everything that had happened before, so he could only squint and look down.

What he saw was just a sleeping kitten, lying comfortably in his arms, purring.

Looking at that tender and fair face, Carl couldn't help but sigh that his wild daddy's transformation magic was really amazing.

It can almost be said that he has gone back in time. The 12-year-old Kevin Lestrange still looks very cute, and his chubby little face is really tempting.

It makes people want to bully him, but of course Carl doesn't have that intention now.

He was just thankful that the other person was asleep and that he finally had a chance to get away, so he turned his head slightly to try and find something to replace himself.

He wanted to leave conveniently, but when he turned around, he was dumbfounded.

Not far away, I saw a clean and tidy tablecloth spread out on the open space next to Malfoy's house.

The beautiful Miss Harry came to visit the unfortunate Mr. Malfoy with her lunch box, and brought several friends with her.

Most of them were Slytherin girls. They were sitting in a row, with an easel in front of each of them.

Holding various tools in his hands, he is concentrating on looking at himself, and then painting everything he sees on the canvas.

An indescribable sense of social death rose in Carl's heart. His eyes twitched wildly and he didn't know what to do.

He could already foresee what kind of explosive legend would be spread tomorrow in the already uneasy Hogwarts gossip circle.

My senior album novel, which is already enough to publish a series, is finally going to have a new update, and I think I’m already starting to prepare a brand new junior series.

The thought of this gave Carl a huge headache. He no longer cared about Kevin Lestrange and wanted to stand up to stop it all.

It turned out that maybe because he slept for too long, the muscles in his waist were still a little numb, and he just used his hands to prop himself up.

But before he could hold on for long, he immediately fell backwards, and Kevin Lestrange lay in his arms.

Like a pendant red panda, he clutched his clothes tightly with both hands and fell on himself.

Looking at the terrible posture in front of him, Carl could only pray in his heart.

"You must not wake up at this time."

As soon as he finished praying, Kevin Lestrange rubbed his sleepy eyes, slowly straightened up, and looked around in confusion.

The result is that an already bad posture becomes even worse.

Carl looked at the sky helplessly, his heart dead. He could already hear the screams of the girls behind him.

Those voices entered his ears undisguisedly, making him feel extremely desperate. His reputation was completely lost at this moment.

But just when he was sad alone, Master God was ready to go against him to the end today, and a dark face suddenly appeared above him.

There was an inexplicable smile on that face, and his lips moved slightly, and he began to spray venom.

"What kind of pose are you in? Respected Mr. Hohenzollern, if you want to play such a lascivious game, please return to your dormitory."

"This is a public place. Please put away your wanton heart. We haven't talked for a long time."