Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After a long discussion with Hagrid about new types of feed for unicorns and other magical creatures.

Carl left the cabin with satisfaction. Before leaving, he deliberately took a piece of rock cake in his hand.

After walking all the way back to Patch's common room, I happened to see the hardworking and nice guy Cedric.

While humming a little tune, I watered the plants in the lounge in high spirits.

Seeing this kid only thinking about his flying broom, he felt sorry for the leader like him who was working hard outside to make money for the team.

There was no feeling of remembrance or gratitude at all, so he was furious. He deliberately shook the rock cake in his hand and walked slowly past the other person.

Sure enough, Cedric soon noticed the rock cake in Carl's hand and immediately asked curiously.

"What's that in your hand? It looks like a shield."

"A special kind of biscuit." Carl waved the rock biscuit in front of the other party and prepared to leave.

When Cedric heard it was about food, as a Hufflepuff, he was of course full of curiosity about new and novel foods.

So he immediately stopped the other person, came up to him and whispered.

"Can you give me a taste? It may not look tasty, but you probably don't like bad food."

Hehe, seeing that the boy had been fooled, Carl immediately broke off a piece of the rock cake in his hand along the groove that had been drawn long ago.

There was a crisp sound as the biscuits made a snap, which immediately made Cedric's index finger move.

He took the rock cake handed to him by Carl without hesitation, opened his mouth wide and took a bite.

"Alas!!"

Then there was a scream, and Cedric's front teeth were not even left a mark on the hard object.

Seeing this, Carl quickly took out his little notebook and wrote it down.

"Magic No. 1 armor ceramic surface, good penetration resistance, test subject, Mr. Cedric Diggory."

Looking at the few lines of words in the small notebook, Cedric was dumbfounded. He looked at Carl in disbelief, and then looked at the rock cake in his hand.

He really couldn't imagine that Karl would actually play a prank on him, and an unspoken sense of betrayal emerged in his heart.

With his chest heaving, he wanted to find Karl to argue with him, but when he looked up, the other party had disappeared, and only a light note was left there.

He picked it up and saw that it said:

"You are too trusting, Mr. Cedric. Don't just eat the food handed to you by the pretty boy in the future."

"You must learn to protect yourself. The next time I hand you food, it won't just break your front teeth."

"At the same time, don't be angry, my dear senior. For the thing you want, according to our previous profit-sharing agreement, I will give you 1% of today's earnings."

"It's enough to buy it for you, signed "Karl of [○?｀Д′? ○]"

The next day, in the morning, in the cafeteria.

At the long table of the four major colleges, the freshmen were discussing one after another, because today they would start their first flying lesson.

Whether it is the little snakes of Slytherin or the little lions of Gryffindor, they are all full of interest in the upcoming flying lessons.

Malfoy was still bragging about himself.

Ron, as always, didn't get along with Malfoy. Whenever the other party said something, he would argue with him.

Okay, we also have Professor Snape’s class today, and Gryffindor’s little princess, Harry, will make a grand appearance as usual.

Thanks to her mediation, the matter did not get out of hand.

As for Hufflepuff, there were discussions as well, though hopefully not as intense as those two houses, which took up most of the students’ energy.

They all focused on their breakfast, with only one exception: Cedric.

From the moment he entered the cafeteria, he kept looking around, as if waiting for something.

Carl, who had been sitting next to him, was very disdainful when he saw this guy like this, and at the same time he became more determined in his inner thoughts.

I must teach this guy a lesson. He is the first friend I made and also my most recognized professional subordinate.

He was very dissatisfied with Cedric for not paying attention to his work during this period.

So yesterday, he deliberately played a trick on the other party. It was definitely not because he had nothing better to do, or because some bored little witch thought.

She said that she was jealous because Cedric had not paid much attention to her in recent times.

This is simply bullshit. I am jealous of a broom. There is probably no joke funnier than this in the world.

So to prove this point, Carl looked at Cedric's anxious look and said indignantly.

"Can you please be more capable? It's just a flying broom. And please remember to follow the profit-sharing agreement between us."

"You only have the right to use this broom. The ownership is still in my hands. And you will not receive any salary for the next two months."

Carl thought that his words would at least make Cedric feel a little regretful.

After all, according to the content of the agreement signed by the two last night, it was a completely unequal treaty, but what Karl did not expect was.

Cedric didn’t seem to care at all about what Carl had just said, and just spoke excitedly.

"I never thought I would be able to get my hands on the Nimbus 2000 so early. I am so happy."

"Boss, I'm calling you sincerely. As long as you give me that broom to fly once, I'll agree to do anything you want to me."

??? Carl had a puzzled look on his face, while Hannah and the other little witches beside him suddenly blushed.

When they gathered together, they would smile for unknown reasons from time to time.

Carl's anger reached its peak. Okay, so that's how you play, bro will help you build your career.

You are not allowed to find a woman, but you want to lick a broom. Since you just want to be a bootlicker.

Brother, let me show you what true cruelty is.

Carl, who had completely completed the moral cycle, no longer said anything, but just stared at Cedric who was full of joy.

While tearing the sandwich in his hand into pieces with his teeth.

Not long after, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened, and there was a chaotic and noisy sound, as if hundreds of birds were flying towards this side.

The senior students were all used to it and continued chatting as usual. Only the freshmen looked up expectantly.

It seems to be welcoming something.

Soon, flocks of owls flew in and dropped all kinds of letters and packages into the recipients' arms.

In the past, this kind of high-altitude delivery was often not very accurate, and sometimes some owls would throw letters into nearby soups and desserts.

But it seems that their level has improved this time, and the delivery of items is as accurate as laser guidance.

As for the reason, it was the pitch-black raven flying behind all the owls, like the leader of a phalanx.

They keep cawing while flying. Some owls who try to be lazy will be ruthlessly attacked by their owls.

"As expected of Snape, even the owl was lectured by him."

"That is the raven named Snape. It is a gift from Professor Snape to Mr. Hohenzollern."

"Really? No wonder I had a sense of déjà vu the moment this crow walked in."

The owl's abnormal behavior immediately caused a whisper among the little wizards, and also attracted the attention of Professor Snape who was sitting above eating breakfast.

His face looked extremely ugly until Snape, leading several owls, placed a huge package in front of Carl.

The whispers of the little wizards gradually stopped.

Because they saw that when Carl opened the package, there was a flying broom, a Nimbus 2000.