Chapter 117 Tulips on the Windowsill

Looking at Dumbledore's shaky back that was gradually moving away, Cedric had a feeling that the headmaster might fall apart in the next second.

Being kind-hearted, he couldn't help but want to go over and help, but was blocked by a hand.

"He is him and you are you. Don't even think about running away now."

Karl said this coldly, his words were so hurtful that he didn’t believe in himself.

Cedric was immediately unhappy. He turned his head and stared at Carl beside him, and said angrily.

"What are you talking about? How can you treat the principal like this, no matter from the perspective of age or anything else."

"We should respect him instead of taking advantage of him."

These words were spoken sincerely, but Carl didn't take them seriously at all. He chuckled and shook his head, then stretched out a finger with his right hand and touched Cedric's white forehead.

"What on earth are you thinking about? You are quite smart in study, but why are you so stupid when it comes to dealing with interpersonal relationships?"

"It seems so stupid. The greatest white wizard of this century, the one that even Voldemort fears, what can I force him to do."

"Whether it's his hairstyle or my plans, it's just going with the flow. It's the most important thing in life."

"You just need to know your own position and don't think too highly of yourself. There is no real savior in this world. It's just a matter of socializing."

"Then why is Headmaster Dumbledore here?"

Cedric was obviously unconvinced, and slapped away Carl's hand that was pointing at his head, and continued to speak angrily.

Karl seemed too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party. He grabbed the other party's unbuttoned collar and pulled him into his dormitory.

Then he pushed the other person directly on the chest, pushed him down on the sofa behind him, and looked down at him.

Under Cedric's shocked gaze, the evil hands went straight to his chest, no matter how he resisted.

In the end, he could only accept the fact reluctantly and looked at the ceiling above his head with pale and weak eyes.

Karl took the obviously ill-fitting dress jacket on the other person and waved it gently.

After putting everything away neatly, he kicked Cedric, who was still lying on the sofa in a daze, off the sofa, and then sat down on it himself.

"Don't show that kind of look or that kind of behavior. I don't know what's going on in your mind every day."

"I'll ask the house elves to move your luggage. Starting tonight, you must start losing weight."

"This dress is very expensive. If you can't wear it before the new press conference in February."

"Then all the losses of this dress will be borne by you. My dear senior, you will really be selling yourself to me."

"You will have to work for me to pay off your debts for the rest of your life."

After saying that, Carl took out the red wine that had been boiled long ago, a crystal wine glass, and a silver cigarette case from his ring.

He deftly took a cigarette out of the box and filled his glass with red wine.

After lighting it with magic, he sat on the sofa and smoked by himself.

Cedric, who was kicked to the ground by him, was still sitting there pretending to be saying "I can't do it".

Carl spoke calmly through the layers of smoke.

"Regarding your previous question, the reason is very simple, because of the identity of that stinky old man in this school."

"He is the headmaster first, and my guardian second. Any action he takes represents Hogwarts."

"So even if he has guessed the answer, he still has to take action, and the plan must be told to me personally."

"This way, we won't attract too much unnecessary criticism in school."

As he spoke, Karl took a deep puff of cigarette, then raised his head and blew the smoke toward the ceiling, watching the white smoke swirling upwards.

He closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"So my dear senior, grow up quickly and stop using your brain that is as simple as a paramecium."

“Don’t think about all problems in a single way. The world is very complicated. Not all problems are like math problems.”

"You can write a standard answer: You have seen the cruelty of this world, and you want to make it a better place."

"Very good then. From now on you are my personal secretary, the closest kind."

"I will teach you as much as I can, how to be a bad guy, or how to do something you really want to do in this fucked up world."

Cedric, who was sitting on the ground, finally returned to his normal sitting position. He stared at Karl blankly.

His expression was a little lonely, and Karl's words reminded him of those cruel scenes that he didn't want to recall.

The reason why he gained so much weight in just one holiday was because of what he had done during this holiday.

Every time when he lay down on the bed and prepared to sleep, the burning city and those innocent children would come to his mind.

There were also those soldiers who went ahead without hesitation even though they knew they would burn themselves, and everything he saw on that peninsula.

In order to survive, people sell their souls and their bodies. They just want to live.

But it was such a simple idea, but they paid everything and still lived in hell.

In his past life growing up, he had never witnessed such a miserable situation, nor had he ever imagined that people could live in such a humble way.

Unable to think about these questions, he could only suppress his resentment and helplessness by overeating and using delicious food.

But even so, the food could no longer bring him happiness.

Even when he was enjoying these delicious foods, a feeling of guilt would arise in his heart.

Cedric lowered his head. His hair, which had not been trimmed for the entire holiday, covered his face and childishly disguised his inner distress.

“Don’t feel guilty.” Carl’s voice sounded slowly, and he stood up and walked to Cedric’s side without knowing when.

Holding a lit cigarette in her hand, she stared at him intently with her blue eyes and spoke in a firm tone.

"Don't have such childish ideas. It will reduce your personal enjoyment and will not help the world at all."

"Any attempt to influence the world with personal power is childish and ridiculous. The world has always been, is now, and will continue to be class-based in the future."

"Only through constant struggle and only the most tenacious fighters can change this world. Aren't you depressed?"

"Throw away those childish desserts. Adults will only appreciate something that hurts themselves and has a slightly bitter taste."

As he spoke, he roughly inserted the cigarette into Cedric's mouth.

Then he patted the other person's shoulder, stretched, and walked towards his bed.

But just as he was about to lie down, Cedric, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"But what if I can't learn it? I'm not as brave and strong as you. I'm scared now."

Hearing this, Karl just smiled and leaned back, sinking his whole body into the warm mattress, closing his eyes and speaking lightly.

"Don't you still have me? Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I will protect you. Don't be afraid, you are the one I chose personally."

"How could I not learn it?"

As he spoke, he lazily raised one hand and pointed to the corner of the dormitory.

"One more thing. When you get up every morning, remember to water the flowers. I'm not in the mood to do that."

Looking in the direction of the other person's finger, I saw a cluster of beautiful blue tulips quietly lying on the windowsill, with bursts of fragrance wafting in the breeze.