Chapter 20: The Courtesan and the Scapegoat
Okay, okay, that's how we play it, eh? My gentlemanly behavior was defined in such a dirty way.
Feeling insulted, Carl fiercely criticized the dog system for this behavior.
But there was no sign of stopping the actions of their hands. With the iron-hatted king taking the lead, many Hufflepuff junior and senior students.
They began to deliberately ask him for food, adhering to the three principles of not taking the initiative, not refusing, and not taking responsibility.
Carl responded enthusiastically to all requests, adding to his 90+ charm towards women.
These actions have undoubtedly achieved very good results.
[Points plus 10,]
[Points plus 20,]
The dog system's voice continued to sound, and the number of people asking him for help also began to increase.
Even many seniors and juniors deliberately asked him to pass the food to them.
At first, Carl refused this request, after all, this is Britain.
Besides, his masculine charm of 86 always made him feel uneasy.
However, Cedric seemed to want to join in the fun. He was sitting next to him, but he spoke in a pretentious manner.
"Oh dear Mr. Hohenzollern, could you bring me a roast lamb chop?"
Carl rolled his eyes and glared at the other person, then moved the plate of grilled lamb chops from in front of him to in front of Cedric with his hands.
The white porcelain plate only moved less than 10 centimeters, but it also completely ended Carl's reason for rejecting other boys.
So he became the busiest person at the entire Hufflepuff table, constantly distributing various foods to everyone present.
This action undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people. Dumbledore, who was sitting at the chief seat, smiled very happily.
He deliberately turned his head to look at Professor Snape and said with a smile in his eyes.
"I would say he is a good kid. You can see him interacting with all his classmates in a friendly and enthusiastic manner within a few moments."
Professor Snape snorted disdainfully, with a sour tone in his voice.
"It is the stupidest thing to do meaninglessly and to make friends with stupid people."
Carl was of course unaware of their conversation, just as he was also unaware of what was happening at the Gryffindor table nearby.
Hermione was angrily using a dinner knife to cut the steak in front of her, and the steak knife was rubbing against the plate.
There were bursts of harsh noises, which made Harry at the side couldn't help but remind them.
"Hermione, this beef is dead, you don't have to use so much force."
Soon after, Ron, holding a chicken drumstick in each hand, followed quickly.
"That's right, it's just a meal, is there any need to be so fussy?"
"Eat your chicken leg." Hermione suddenly yelled, picked up a chicken leg, and ran straight to Ron's face.
He thrust the chicken leg directly into Ron's mouth with such force that it nearly pierced his trachea.
"Cough cough!"
Ron was choked, coughed twice, scratched his head in confusion, and did not blame Hermione.
He put the chicken leg directly into his mouth, savored it for a while, and then finished it.
Finally he looked at Harry in confusion.
"It's delicious, why is she angry?"
In response to this, Harry could only shake his head in confusion. After all, in his eyes, there should be nothing more important than eating.
The banquet lasted for nearly an hour, after the last batch of desserts was distributed.
Karl then returned to his seat, looked at the dessert in front of him, took a bite, and quickly put it down.
"How can it be so sweet?"
He spat out the honey cake in his mouth, finding it a little hard to believe the feeling on his tongue.
This honey cake tastes like eating frosting. Who would like this taste?
Just as he was complaining in his heart, all the food slowly disappeared and Dumbledore stood up for the second time.
The satisfied little wizard also made the auditorium quiet again. They all looked up, waiting for the principal's final lecture.
But before Dumbledore could speak, Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke loudly.
"Wait a moment Albus, I have something else to take care of before you speak."
Dumbledore was obviously stunned for a moment, but this had never happened before. But he looked at Professor McGonagall's face.
He quickly smiled gently and gestured with his hand, letting Professor McGonagall speak first.
Although Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts, everyone knows that Professor McGonagall is the one who is in charge.
Especially when the other person shows a serious expression on his face, even the principal has to temporarily avoid the confrontation.
Professor McGonagall exclaimed immediately.
"Mr. George Weasley, Mr. Fred Weasley, starting tomorrow, you will be here every evening at 8 o'clock."
"You all have to report to Filch and wipe all the trophies in the trophy room three times. You also have to copy down your glorious student deeds three times."
The twins, whose complexion had finally improved a little because of the delicious food, were stunned at first, then stood up suddenly.
He looked at Professor McGonagall in disbelief.
"Why, we didn't do anything, Professor McGonagall."
The two men's eyes were full of confusion and grievance. They were extremely unlucky today. First, they were frightened to the point of weakness in their legs by the horror story told by Karl.
Now they are being punished for no reason. No, they must argue today.
So George took the lead in explaining.
"Please believe us, Professor McGonagall, we absolutely did not..."
"Absolutely nothing?" Professor McGonagall asked calmly at first, and then her tone suddenly became stern.
"Who told you to make up that kind of story and intimidate the new freshmen? It almost caused serious consequences, and you still want to explain."
"Okay, I'd like to hear your explanation."
Hearing this, the Weasley brothers immediately focused their attention on Carl at the Hufflepuff table.
With just a little thought, they both knew who was behind the incident.
But looking at Carl's handsome and somewhat cute face, I recalled his actions just now at the Hufflepuff table.
The Weasley twins were in despair. Although they had now deduced the truth of the matter, the truth no longer mattered.
After all, he is a model student who can get along well with all his classmates as soon as he is assigned to the college.
On the other side, there are bad students who have already gained a bad reputation and, in Professor McGonagall's eyes, only like to play pranks.
Even if they tell the truth now, what's the point? Will Professor McGonagall believe it?
Moreover, Professor McGonagall's next words directly killed their thoughts on explanation.
Professor McGonagall's eyes gradually became gentle after being angry, and she spoke with some pride.
"Although a lot of strange and infuriating things happened today, I am still very happy today."
"Because among this class of freshmen there is one with the best character, Mr. Karl Hohenzollern."
"He helped selflessly before the Sorting Ceremony, Mr. Draco Malfoy, so I will add twenty points to Hufflepuff."
