Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

As soon as he finished speaking, Karl took out a full set of kitchen equipment from his ring, and in an instant, he turned the simple backstage into a fully equipped modern kitchen.

He combed his long golden hair back into a slicked-back bun and wore a white chef's robe.

Holding the mirrored chef's knife that shines with cold light, he processes the stone on the chopping board.

"Dear customers, today we have the appetizer of Spanish-style pear and ham salad, and the main course is red wine low-temperature beef."

"Polignan-style steak and the chef's secret homemade foie gras. Needless to say, desserts are great. Please work hard and wait patiently for a while."

After explaining today's dishes to his customers, Carl entered cooking mode.

He first arranged the prosciutto slices into a rose shape, tossed the pear and lettuce in the dressing, and sprinkled them with goat cheese and black pepper.

Finally, they are served together in an exquisite plating.

Then he began to marinate the fine beef with olive oil, garlic and other seasonings.

The beef is then roasted to bring out its original flavor. This low-temperature slow cooking method ensures the tenderness of the meat and retains the gravy.

You can feel the deliciousness of beef and the aroma of red wine in every bite.

As the cooking progressed, the aroma gradually filled the entire backstage, making Cedric completely distracted from his work.

Her eyes kept switching between her computer screen and Carl who was cooking.

"Be serious." Kevin Lestrange reminded him. He handed a thin piece of paper to the other party and pointed at the simple words on it.

"Explain the technical details in front of everyone. From a technical point of view, I definitely believe you, but from a personal point of view."

"I don't think you can do this speech well, so I'll give you a brief list of details you need to pay attention to."

"And the most commonly used speech routines. I believe that with your IQ, you can complete the next task well by following the steps."

"What do you mean?" Cedric was very dissatisfied when he heard this, but he did not hand the note back.

Instead, he spoke indignantly while carefully checking the contents above.

"Don't think you're the only one who can do complex work. I'm not the same person I used to be."

"I have a strong learning ability. Besides, why do you want to help me? It seems that there is no such deep friendship between us, right?"

"You think too much." Looking at the other party's little tricks, Kevin Lestrange just smiled contemptuously and did not expose it.

"I'm only doing this to ensure that the work can be completed smoothly. It has nothing to do with you, a silly winter melon."

"I don't want our one month's hard work to go to waste because of you."

"You!!!" Cedric was very angry, but he couldn't think of any reason to refute the other party, so he could only silently write down what was written on the paper.

While continuing to secretly glance at Carl who was still cooking, he had already finished the first dish, low-temperature beef in red wine.

While making homemade foie gras, he first used a sharp kitchen knife to slowly cut the huge white-brown foie gras.

It is then slowly cut into thin slices and then pan-fried. This classic French delicacy requires precise control of the heat and cooking time.

The bacon is fried until crispy, and the foie gras is crispy on the outside while remaining juicy on the inside. This contrast in taste brings a rich layered taste.

Karl's movements were skillful and graceful, but he placed the kitchen in the dark backstage, with only a dim light above his head.

Under the flickering light, that beautiful face with a wicked smile looked a little creepy.

And as the other party finishes frying the foie gras, start adding the appropriate amount of wine and broth, and the moment the bright red wine is poured into the soup pot.

A few drops of wine splashed on his face, making the inexplicable feeling of fear even stronger.

Especially when Carl caught Cedric peeking at him, he deliberately gave a strange smile.

At that moment, Cedric felt his hair stand on end.

He couldn't help but move a little in the direction of Kevin Lestrange.

"I think the material is written simply enough. Is there anything you don't understand?"

Kevin Lestrange, who felt someone approaching, looked at Cedric with confusion.

Cedric covered his face with his laptop and secretly pointed his finger in Carl's direction.

"I find it very strange. I always feel that when Carl is cooking foie gras, my liver is inexplicably hurting."

"And there's always a weird feeling there. Am I hallucinating?"

"What hallucination?" Kevin Lestrange felt puzzled, but he also looked in the direction of Cedric's finger.

As soon as I looked over, I heard a slight crispy sound of frying, and Carl put in a piece of premium beef that had been marinated and grilled.

Tie it into a cylinder with silk thread, add garlic, bay leaves and other spices, and fry it slowly in a frying pan with olive oil.

The aroma of spices instantly filled the entire backstage, but the other two were looking at the beef rolling in the pan.

I always feel a little pain in my arm, and the feeling is so strong.

The two of them completely forgot about their work and just stood there in a daze. When they came to their senses and looked back.

Carl's figure had long disappeared.

“Where are the people??”

"I knew there was something wrong. There must be some weird magic here!!"

Kevin Lestrange asked a soul-searching question, and Cedric was almost crying.

"What strange magic, where has anyone gone? What are you two thinking about?"

A calm voice sounded beside the two of them. At this time, the two of them were hugging each other tightly, and they mechanically turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.

All they saw was Carl standing next to them, with that weird smile on his face and a sharp kitchen knife in his hand.

The blade that was flashing with cold light, as well as the face and the white chef's uniform were all covered with red blood stains.

"Merlin's stockings, save me!!"

"My light please protect me!!"

The two of them let out earth-shaking shouts at the same time, until two beams of magic light completely sealed their mouths.

"Don't yell. What's wrong with you two? I was just about to open a bottle of red wine to celebrate."

"I didn't expect to use too much force with the kitchen knife and the wine bottle burst and splashed all over me. I just wanted to come and inform you two that the meal is ready."

"What was that look you two were wearing just now? Don't tell me you two wizards are actually afraid of ghosts."

As he spoke, he slowly sat down on the sofa next to the two of them, crossed his legs and played with the sharp kitchen knife in his hand.

He stared at the two people in front of him with hawk-like eyes, then slammed the kitchen knife heavily on the table.

"I will remove the silencing spell on both of you and explain why you were howling just now."

"If the reason is really that absurd, then I will cook the two of you into one dish."