Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

It was only two steps away, and Carl quickly came from the kitchen to the door of Draco's cabin.

This is a standard American log cabin villa. The first thing that catches your eye is the sturdy and simple wooden door frame.

When you push open the door, a warm wood fragrance hits your nose, leading the visitor into a space full of warmth and nostalgia.

In the foyer, the retro wall clock ticks gently, recording the passage of time, while underfoot is the polished hardwood floor, which produces a clear echo when stepped on.

Walking along the corridor built with log beams, the walls on both sides are decorated with small western-style items such as cowboy hats and horseshoes.

It was the decoration chosen by Draco. Because of Carl, the Muggle world had infiltrated the magical world in every aspect.

This of course also includes literature and art, including Draco and many other Slytherin middle school boys.

Not surprisingly, I began to like American Western cowboy stories full of romantic heroism.

They began reading lots of novels about cowboys and learning to dress like each other, except that they couldn't turn their wands into revolvers.

In addition to having a thrilling duel, many little snakes' love for western cowboys has begun to affect every aspect of their lives.

At the end of the corridor, a carved wooden door slowly opens, revealing the warm light of the living room.

As you walk into the living room, a strong American country style hits you.

The spacious space is gently wrapped in warm lights, with a thick leather sofa in the center, dotted with several hand-woven pillows, which is both comfortable and stylish.

Opposite the sofa is a large fireplace inlaid with natural stone. The flames jump happily in it, emitting bursts of heat, adding a bit of warmth and comfort to the space.

Of course, this fireplace could not have been built by Draco and the other two, but was Hagrid's masterpiece.

In fact, the construction process of this kind of small villa is not complicated at all, except that the fireplace requires some professional knowledge and fire protection treatment.

The entire construction process is actually not much different from that of larger Lego bricks.

If Draco had not been unwilling to accept Hagrid's help for the sake of his own face, the entire house could have been completed at least a week earlier.

Of course, things like lifting materials still require Hagrid's help, without that kind half-blood giant.

Even if Draco and the others died, they would never be able to complete the construction of this house.

Back in the room, above the fireplace, an oil painting depicting Western scenery appears on the wall, bringing people into the vast grasslands and towering mountains.

Harry, Hermione and the others were sitting on the sofa, looking at the decorations around them with great interest.

“It’s a typical American Western style. If we had a few more cows and sheep grazing on the grass outside, the atmosphere would be even better.”

Hermione spoke first and gave a fairly fair evaluation.

"I think it's pretty good. The decoration of this room gives it a sunny and warm feeling."

"Besides, this is the result of Draco's own labor. It is very good no matter what."

Harry spoke next, but the words he said made the people around him feel a little uncomfortable.

There was one exception, and that was Draco. When he heard what Harry said, his face turned red with excitement.

Pretending to be indifferent, he waved his hand and said.

"These are just trifles. How could my taste be so bad? Even though my father has always told me so."

"Those Western novels were all stories about wild men, but I always thought there was something to them, and after all it was just building a cabin."

"It's just that I was born a few centuries later. Otherwise, I would have been able to build a castle more magnificent than Hogwarts."

Even his two little followers were a little embarrassed to watch such pretentious words.

What’s even more infuriating is that this guy, while pretending to be cool, inadvertently rolled up his sleeves.

Revealing the wounds left when the house was built.

Carl's eyelids twitched wildly, and he saw that Harley was about to comfort or praise the other person because of these injuries.

He just interrupted and suddenly appeared in front of everyone, pointing at the restaurant next to them and said.

"Why don't we have dinner first? Look at Mr. Diggory over there. He's almost out of power."

Carl's words hit the mark exactly what everyone wanted. Kevin Lestrange and the others walked straight to the dining table without hesitation.

Carl picked up Cedric, who was lying on the table and almost exhausted because he had not eaten.

Hermione took Harry's hand and forced her to the dining table. Before leaving, she gave Draco a provocative look.

After a while, Draco was the only one left in the living room. He held up his wounded right arm, standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

However, Carl did not call the other party, but took out delicious food from his ring and placed it on the table.

"Here are the carefully baked macarons for you two beautiful ladies, paired with lightweight sushi."

"While enjoying the delicious food, I will do my best to protect your beauty."

He first distributed sushi and macarons to Harry and Hermione, and then brought a plate of pasta to Kevin Lestrange.

"Being ordinary doesn't mean having no characteristics. Sometimes smart people need to enjoy the most ordinary food, my exclusive secret recipe."

"Your favorite staple."

Looking at the pasta in front of him, Kevin Lestrange's expression still did not change.

Seeing that his kitten showed no emotion, Carl finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then took great pains to put a huge pot of barbecue.

It was placed heavily in the center of the dining table, and a unique barbecue aroma with a greasy and spicy smell filled the entire restaurant.

And that fragrance was like a clockwork, instantly starting Cedric, a machine that was almost out of power.

He had been lying listlessly on the table, but he suddenly came to his senses, picked up his knife and fork and prepared to eat.

But Carl stopped him. He put his Kung Pao Chicken away first, then looked at Draco who was still in a daze with a smile on his face.

"Dear Mr. Malfoy, you are the owner of this house, and you should preside over the pre-dinner ceremony."

Hearing this, Draco finally woke up and ran over happily without hesitating for long.

He sat down directly in the main seat, then looked at Harley on his right embarrassedly, scratching his head and said.

"Welcome to my roof, please enjoy the delicious food, my guests."

"I'm not a guest."