Chapter 263 Cedric's Dissatisfaction

"On September 9, today, the doubts in my heart were finally answered, but the answer is even more infuriating."

"When I woke up this morning, I received a cake from Dumbledore's heir."

"I thought this was a reflection of my work. I had begun to get closer to him and would soon become his confidant."

"But he smiled and said to me, 'Cedric has a poor appetite recently. If you don't mind, you can eat the remaining cake. It is shameful to waste food.'"

"At that time, my heart was filled with an indescribable feeling. With this feeling, I asked the questions in my heart."

"The answer I got was even more disturbing. The other party just smiled and shrugged his shoulders."

"Of course I knew there was a thief in my room, but I couldn't change the location where I hid the cake because he wouldn't be able to find it if I changed the location."

"And this was originally a reward for him. The reason we hid it from him was just to control the total amount. After all, if we told him..."

"Then these eight cakes will be eaten up overnight. Now divide them into two portions, four in the morning and four in the evening, which is just right."

Looking at that text, even now Kevin Lestrange can still understand the handwriting.

I could feel my anger at that moment, especially at the very end of the page, where I wrote with great force in a very eye-catching red pen.

"Dumbledore's heir is a very biased bastard!!"

Looking at these words, Kevin Lestrange couldn't help but smile, then he took out the feather pen he carried with him and started today's work.

Written in flowing handwriting on a brand new blank page.

"On September 9th, before autumn was about to arrive, I finally got some good news. It seems that Dumbledore's heir is here."

"He had already recognized my abilities and was trying to make up for the mistakes he had made before. I forgave him very gracefully and generously."

"And I told them my taste. Refreshing lemon and citrus are definitely more attractive than cloyingly sweet passion fruit and strawberry."

"Just like the difference in ability between the excellent me and that annoying guy."

After writing it, Kevin Lestrange read it again and finally crossed out the title "Dumbledore's heir" with a pen.

It was changed to "Carl" without the last name suffix.

After finishing his work report, he walked towards the classroom for the afternoon class with a happy pace, and it happened to be.

At the end of the corridor, I just ran into that annoying guy.

There was no verbal communication between the two people. Cedric just looked at the other person silently. He was really too tired now.

After working overtime for several days, he had no energy to think about anything. All he wanted to do now was close his eyes.

A computer screen will automatically appear in front of you, with colorful codes on it.

Fortunately, he still had a small cake, and Carl hadn't discovered it yet. In fact, this was very normal.

He was also very tired from work these days, which might have contributed to his memory loss.

On the other side, Kevin Lestrange just raised his head and snorted coldly, like a rooster who had won the game.

With a smug smile on his face, he walked away quickly.

Arrived at the Hufflepuff common room, but there weren't many people in the common room now, before entering autumn.

Hogwarts Castle, located in the Scottish Highlands, can still feel the heat at the end of summer.

Most of the lower grade students who had classes in the afternoon had already gone to the classroom early, where the strange machine sponsored by Mr. Hohenzollern was installed.

It can cool down the entire space. The name of this great machine seems to be "air conditioner".

Students from several colleges once jointly wrote a letter requesting that the dormitories be installed as well, but Professor McGonagall just left a cold response.

"You have to fight for your rights. During the mid-term test before Christmas, each of you students in your grade will take it."

"Everyone is eligible to fight for this right for classmates of the same grade and college. No one can get any benefits from the college out of thin air."

Upon hearing this, the students of Ravenclaw House were particularly happy, while the students of Slytherin House did not care at all.

Anyway, most of them are very rich and can pay for the installation in their own dormitories.

The students of Hufflepuff House were wailing. Before, they still had Cedric as their trump card, but judging from his current attendance in class.

I'm afraid it's impossible to get the first place in the grade. After all, Professor Mike left a special message when he said this.

"Mr. Hohenzollern's results are not recorded in the rankings. He does not need this encouragement."

As for the Gryffindor students, he didn't know much about them. He only knew that the girl named Hermione had recently become the school's key protected animal.

Thinking about this, Cedric walked towards his dormitory. He didn't have classes in the afternoon, but he couldn't rest because he had a job.

There are still more than 600 projects and requirements that have not been completed, and there are still more than 300 bugs in the code that have not been fixed a few days ago.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help scratching his head. What was even more annoying was that there was still the smell of that guy in the room.

Carl is just biased. He only sleeps on a simple folding bed, so why should he sleep on a single bed made of solid wood?

And why doesn't he have to work overtime? They were supposed to be members of the same organization, but in the end he is the only one who suffers.

That guy often laughed at himself, saying that he was a fool who understood nothing about politics. He was the fool, a fool whose identity was exposed as soon as he entered the school.

Cedric was madly complaining about Kevin Lestrange in his mind, without noticing that Carl was sitting on the sofa at the door of the dormitory.

It was not until he took out his wand and prepared to enter the dormitory that Carl's voice sounded behind him.

"I called you so many times, why didn't you answer me, Mr. Cedric Diggory? Are you really dissatisfied with me?"

"No." Cedric turned around and said perfunctorily with a pout.

"How dare I be dissatisfied with my own boss? I am very grateful to you for giving me this meaningful job so that I can face the setbacks in my future life."

"I have a strong heart 50 years in advance. I am very grateful to you. Thank you..."

"Okay, shut up!" Carl glared at the other person fiercely, then sighed lightly and asked helplessly.

"If I want to apologize to someone, I'm going to give him a cake I made myself, if that person is you."

"What flavor do you think is best?"

"ah????"