Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Faced with Carl's teasing, Cedric was really speechless, when he was at Hogwarts before.

He had been observing the way Kevin Lestrange did things and found that he liked to conduct a detailed investigation before doing anything.

And he wanted to make detailed classifications, so he squeezed out several nights before coming to the United States.

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As a result, whether the information was collected from Europe or the UK, it would be marked with eye-catching red notes.

"When you encounter the police in the United States, you must follow their instructions and try to appear as non-aggressive as possible."

In particular, a British man who had been shot in the United States described in detail in his autobiography what actions to take when encountering the police.

The sales of that autobiography were very low, and he even used up his own personal stash to get a copy.

All the important information in the book was deeply engraved in my mind, to the point that it became a conditioned reflex.

I thought that by collecting information so carefully, I could appear more professional and save Carl from having to hang around that annoying guy every day.

I didn't expect to make such a fool of myself today. The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Cedric became angrier and sadder the more he thought about it. He turned his back to the two people beside him and buried his head in the gap of the sofa like an Australian sloth.

Only the back is left to Carl and Kevin Lestrange.

Looking at each other's backs, Carl and Kevin Lestrange were also confused, but they didn't think much about it.

Kevin Lestrange spoke first.

"New York State has received information that Mr. Clinton's plane has taken off, but it will take at least five hours."

"Are you sure you want to wait until the other party arrives? It's already 4pm."

"Of course." Carl said calmly, "He is very important if we want to complete our subsequent operations."

"It is obviously impossible without the cooperation of someone from the government, and the other party must be prominent enough to suppress all investigations."

"I don't think there would be any other choice for such a person except the President of the United States."

"But he's not the President of the United States yet, is he?" Kevin Lestrange raised his doubts.

"Can you predict the future? Once we make the wrong bet, it will be difficult to realize our subsequent plans."

"Helping the current president seek re-election is a safer option from any perspective."

"But he's already the president, isn't he?" Carl gave a meaningful smile.

"What do you mean?"

"He has now had the greatest achievement of his life, and he has the next four years of his term as the current president."

"The most important thing is to maintain the consistency of his policies. To put it more simply, his piece of the pie has already been divided up."

"Even if we intervene now, we won't be able to get the share we want. Adding icing on the cake is never as good as helping someone in need."

"We have a very big appetite. We only want to help a person get elected as the president of the United States, not to be re-elected as the president of the United States."

"We may get what we want, and we have invested a lot in him. It's time to close the net."

"Is that so?" Kevin Lestrange nodded silently. "It seems that I still haven't considered some details clearly."

"There are many things you haven't thought through." Cedric, with his back to the two of them, listened to the conversation behind him.

He felt very unhappy and touched his rumbling stomach, muttering quietly.

"Shouldn't you fill your stomach first, which is what you should be thinking about the most? The press conference lasted five or six hours."

"If I had known this this morning, I would have hidden a few small cakes."

"Don't disturb..." Kevin Lestrange looked at Cedric angrily. The two of them were discussing important issues here.

But this loser was only thinking about eating. He was about to scold him, but Karl covered his mouth.

"Are you hungry, Mr. Lestrange?"

Karl suddenly asked out of the blue.

With his mouth covered, Lestrange wanted to reply that he was not hungry, but he did not expect that the other party had no intention of removing the hand covering his mouth.

He continued to talk to himself.

"It seems you are hungry too. What should we eat? I heard that the Mexican food here is very good."

“Shredded beef in a corn tortilla with a bright red jalapeno sauce.”

"Don't forget the corn chips, grilled with double cheese, the aroma of corn goes well with the melted cheese."

"It's crispy and can be pulled into a silky texture when you bite it. It's delicious just thinking about it."

While speaking, Carl kept giving Lestrange looks, and he quickly understood the other party's intention.

So after the other party moved his hand away, he echoed.

"And don't forget dessert, the tortillas, deep-fried pastry with icing sugar and cinnamon, really have a special flavor."

"Mexican ice cream pie, tres leches cake, red bean cake, and the most classic Mexican bagels."

"Let's go and have a good taste to soothe our hard-working bodies."

After saying that, he gave Carl a look, and the other party took out his magic wand, waved it lightly, and the small coffee table beside him turned into two pairs of small leather shoes.

He began to imitate the footsteps of two people, walking slowly but rhythmically towards the door.

As the footsteps became farther and farther away, Cedric, who had been pretending to be an ostrich, finally made some movement and turned around abruptly.

He yelled loudly.

"You two bastards teamed up to bully me again!!"

However, he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes after the roar, he saw Carl and Kevin Lestrange, standing in front of him with their hands crossed.

With an uncontrollable smile on his face, Cedric was almost petrified.

Just as he was about to bury his head back in the sofa, Karl grabbed his face and lifted it up forcefully.

“It hurts!! It hurts!! It hurts!!!”

Cedric begged for mercy frantically, but Carl just snorted coldly and let go of the fingers that were pinching the other's face.

Then he threw a laptop directly into the other person's arms.

"Eat, eat, eat!! Just think about eating. Today is a very important and critical moment. Don't think about letting me down."

"Who taught you to avoid trouble when you encounter it? I don't want my friend to be an ostrich tortoise who only knows how to bury his head."

"If you keep making such a fuss, I'll keep you out of bed for a few days. Go get to work!"

With his left cheek pinched red and forced to work overtime, Cedric could only walk aside with his laptop in frustration.

But even so, he still muttered softly.

"But I'm really hungry, can't I go out and buy something to eat?"

"Your current task is to work?" Carl's cold voice came, along with the sound of cutting ingredients.

"Don't even think about getting out. You two are the protagonists of the next press conference, so let me do it."

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