Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Looking at the cup of liquid that exuded fear and despair, Draco's heart was already dead. He wished he would have diarrhea after drinking it.

At least that was the pain he could bear, but the fact was that the moment he drank the glass of liquid into his mouth.

His taste nerves and brain nerves had undergone severe challenges, and he really couldn't describe the taste of this thing in words.

It feels very much like the black liquid that has been used to wash socks for 6 days, boiled with the bitterest medicinal herbs for three days and three nights, and then left in the sun to ferment for a whole day.

The strong stench and bitter taste made his stomach react violently. He wanted to vomit it out, but unfortunately there was no food in his stomach anymore.

At the same time, Professor Snape was about to take out the gastric feeding device for patients who had swallowed.

In order to avoid being punished again, Draco could only grit his teeth, close his eyes and drink the liquid in his hand.

He felt his esophagus being corroded by the liquid and his stomach seemed to be burning. The severe pain mixed with nausea soon made him faint.

Seeing that he had fainted, Professor Snape put down the feeding machine in his hand and walked casually to his side.

He took out a complete set of examination equipment and first checked his pupil reaction to make sure he was not dead.

He simply picked up the report book beside him and started writing.

"There is nothing wrong with mascara. Excessive use can only cause inflammation in the corners of the eyes."

After finishing writing, Professor Snape had no intention of waking up Draco and walked to his workbench again.

Picking up the last item of cosmetics, a lipstick for makeup, he lit the alcohol lamp under the dry pot and was about to take out the sample for experiment.

The flame went out, and Professor Snape did not try to light it again. Instead, he turned around and looked behind him. Sure enough, he saw a familiar yet annoying figure, staring at him with a smile.

"There is only one last item left. Why are you trying to stop me from doing it? It won't take too long. Believe me."

"I will give you the final result today."

Professor Snape struck another match and spoke calmly as he prepared to light the alcohol lamp.

As a result, the flame that had just been lit went out again, and Carl's voice came from behind.

"There's no need to go on, professor. In fact, you and I have both discovered that the whole process is just too peaceful."

"The other party dared to do this, so they must have made all the necessary preparations. There is no need to let Mr. Malfoy suffer any more."

"And if there really is some terrible potion in it, can you guarantee that it will not harm Draco?"

"90%." Professor Snape's answer was still clear and accurate. "I am 90% sure that Draco will not be affected in any way."

"There is also a 9% chance that his life can be saved under extreme conditions. As for 100%, that is just a theoretical value."

"No Potions Master or scientist in your Muggle world would make such a foolish promise."

"1%, right?" Carl walked slowly to Professor Snape and turned around in front of him as if showing off.

Then he deliberately adjusted his suit and looked at the other person with longing eyes.

Professor Snape looked at this guy doing this in front of him, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch. He took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart.

He said angrily.

"What are you doing, showing off your new clothes to me? Don't you know what kind of predicament we are facing now?"

"You shouldn't agree to such a stupid proposal. As long as you allow me, I can make Voldemort roll off that kid immediately."

“Any exploration of the unknown will bring unexpected results.”

Hearing this, Carl did not answer, but turned around again, then stared at Professor Snape with a smile.

"What on earth do you want to do!!!"

Professor Snape roared in rage.

"Don't you know what kind of responsibility you have? You've already driven that annoying old bee out of office."

"The entire British wizarding world has changed drastically because of you, not to mention the group of violent elements on the European continent."

"The reason why they didn't use the name of Mr. Grindelwald was to directly and openly challenge the existing order of the wizarding world."

"It is because of you that the entire magical world has begun to change. This big ship has sailed out of the course she is familiar with."

"There is nothing but unknown fog ahead. As the new captain of this ship, can you just let it go?"

Facing Professor Snape's roar, Carl was stunned for a few seconds, and then he smiled sincerely. This smile was not the fake smile he often used.

It came from the bottom of his heart. He looked at Professor Snape with a smile and said with emotion.

"I really didn't expect that the first person who really understood the importance of this change would be you, dear professor."

"You really treat this as a career, not a business, and I am very happy, Professor."

"Just like when I first saw you, please don't doubt my words. When I first saw you, I was extremely happy in my heart."

"Because I saw a fellow human being, a person who is willing to fight for something forever and never give up."

"At that time I had a hunch that you would become my most capable comrade-in-arms. Now it seems that my hunch was not wrong."

Professor Snape was stunned. It wasn't just a simple daze. Instead, he stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

He looked at the young man in front of him who was showing off his suit to him, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

What he couldn't tell was that in his quest to free himself, he had not been as determined as he was now.

He had wanted to give up countless times because that path was too hard and difficult, and he was surrounded by the elites of the entire magical world.

However, I told them my thoughts countless times, but all I got were sympathetic looks and helpless sighs.

They kept comforting themselves that that path was a dead end and that they should turn back and stop torturing themselves.

This kind of pain tortured me for 11 years, until I saw the boy in front of me. Although this little guy was annoying and hateful.

But even he could not deny that the other person always had a kind of super strong self-confidence that was "trying to compete with the gods".

This kind of self-confidence is like a sun that never sets, illuminating oneself and forcing oneself to walk towards a path that countless people say is impossible.

Whenever he wanted to give up, the boy would always say some inexplicable words to encourage or mock himself.