Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Draco, whose face was black and covered in water, just wiped his face and rushed out impatiently.

He looked at Harry with excitement on his face. This was the first time he was so close to her since he lost his dormitory.

You know, since that night, Professor Snape has given a death order to the entire Slytherin House.

If Draco gets within three meters of Harry, he will randomly select a few lucky little snakes to go to his office and enjoy the special care of the dean.

This horrifying order directly caused stress to the entire Slytherin house.

All the little snakes automatically joined the defense, and the girls were responsible for using various tricks and gifts to attract Harry's attention and ensure that Harry did not get close to Draco.

The boys formed a solid outer defense line, like a fence with high voltage electricity.

If Draco attempts to get close, immediately issue a warning and give him a "friendly hit".

Draco couldn't remember how many times he had fainted while walking when he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head.

Sometimes, just when I was about to say hello to Harry, I fell asleep inexplicably and then woke up in the corner of the common room.

He had asked others why many times, but never got an answer.

That's right, even now, the always proud Master Malfoy still doesn't want to believe that he would be targeted by his Slytherin classmates.

So when he saw Harley today, this guy didn't have any other excessive emotions except excitement.

Even Carl, who was standing next to him, couldn't easily breathe a sigh of relief. After all, Draco was still of some use to him.

He didn't want the other party to disappear inexplicably one day, and he was very happy to see that the other party had restrained himself.

As a result, this happy mood did not last for more than a few seconds before it was ended by a delicate complaint.

Our dear Miss Harry pouted and complained when she saw Draco for the first time.

"Why didn't you come to see me this week?"

Hearing this complaint, Carl frowned, and Kevin Lestrange smiled meaningfully and nodded repeatedly.

Cedric was acting as usual, his brain looking around, no one knew what he was thinking.

Only Hermione, who was standing behind Harry, had a strange look on her face. Her beautiful eyes flashed with coldness as she stared straight at Draco.

Seeing this scene, Carl frowned even more tightly, and a thousand horses were galloping through his heart. It seemed that the consequence of his previous prank magic had come.

The familiar plot has been rushing towards an irreversible direction, and the situation is beginning to become somewhat unpredictable.

As one of the absolute protagonists of this meeting, Draco simply scratched his head covered with black dust in the face of Harry's complaints.

Then he said mysteriously.

"Actually I don't know why. I'm telling you Harry, a lot of strange things have been happening to me lately. I always pass out for no apparent reason."

"And then woke up in the same place in the common room again, and I tell you..."

Draco began to tell Harry about what he considered to be a magical and absurd week, and of course he couldn't help but brag in the process.

As a result, the whole story is full of mistakes and has no logic at all.

Kevin Lestrange, who was standing by, couldn't help but complain.

"I thought I had seen enough stupid comments, but I didn't expect to see even more stupid ones."

"I'm afraid even a grown dog wouldn't believe the story he told."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harley, who had been listening attentively, suddenly spoke.

"I see. Sorry Draco, I've been making friends with a lot of Slytherin students in the last few days."

"I didn't notice that. I was wrong to lose my temper with you just now. I apologize to you. Can you forgive me?"

"Fuck." Carl cursed, feeling sorry for Professor Snape in his heart. It seemed that the other party's plan did not succeed.

The little flower that was carefully cultivated was eventually picked by a damn "little white-hair".

Just as he was sighing, Kevin Lestrange beside him suddenly spoke sourly.

"So this is neglectful preference? After the emotional connection between the two of them reaches a certain level."

"People often overlook the loopholes in each other's words. I want to believe the other person now, which is rare."

"Aren't you right, Mr. Hohenzollern, that some people are obviously very smart, but they are always deceived by rough performances."

"My day!!"

Karl was really helpless. Was he some kind of petty-minded magnet?

Why are all the people around him such petty-minded and vengeful people, needless to say about Dumbledore and his damn wild father.

Professor Snape is a typical example, and even Cedric is developing in this direction.

Except at mealtime, of course. Now this guy was staring at the kitchen with a blank look on his face.

His eyes were full of confusion. Perhaps in his heart, the most important thing at the moment was to save the kitchen and the wasted food.

As for Kevin Lestrange, this guy has been like this ever since he left alone under the big tree next to the Black Lake and left him there alone.

This little cat of mine is gradually showing signs of going crazy.

Karl looked up and found that he was surrounded by weirdos, not just an ambiguous couple and an angry girlfriend.

There's the little pumpkin that's looking at the kitchen, afraid that it might starve to death, and the two fools that have always been the background.

By the way, the guy named Gore hasn't stopped the bleeding from his fingers yet.

He was still looking at his boss with a silly smile on his face, unaware that his entire right arm had turned extremely pale.

Karl sighed helplessly and coughed twice forcefully to break the stiff situation.

Then he looked at the people who were looking over and pointed a finger at the kitchen that was still emitting black smoke.

"Let's cook the meal first and make sure the kitchen is safe. If the stalemate continues, I'm afraid the fire will reignite sooner or later."

"As for Mr. Draco and your two companions, there is no need to demonstrate your superior skills."

"Take Miss Harley and Miss Granger in and talk to them about the process of building the house."

"Didn't you reserve a room specifically for Miss Harley?"

"Yes!!" Hearing this, Draco jumped up excitedly, and then grabbed Harry's right hand very naturally.

Holding each other's hands, they ran towards their own wooden cabin. Looking at their backs holding hands, Carl could only let out a helpless long sigh.

Looking at Hermione who was still stunned there, he said jokingly.

"I thought you were going to chase after me?"