Chapter 271 Carl's Conflict
Time flies and another week has passed.
In Carl's dormitory of Hufflepuff House.
"This is a system designed according to your needs. The basic testing process has been completed and it can meet the technical indicators you require."
"These are the adaptation software you requested, photo and video recording, music decoding, and other basic functions."
"The online payment function you requested is also basically complete, but in order to actually use this function, it needs the support of the Muggle bank."
"This is not something I can help you with. Generally speaking, I have already completed the work you requested."
Cedric used his laptop to demonstrate to Carl the programs he had written, while introducing them with a blank expression on his face.
Carl looked at these computer programs with surprise on his face. He thought that the other party would not be able to complete these tasks until at least the end of this month.
I didn't expect that only a week had passed and it had been completed ahead of schedule, and with such a high degree of completion.
"Humph! You really only care about work, you annoying bastard."
Seeing Karl just staring at the computer, more than a week has passed without any apology.
Cedric couldn't help feeling dissatisfied and kept complaining in his mind.
Carl didn't notice this at all. He turned to look at Cedric happily and said in an exaggerated tone.
"Mr. Diggory, I didn't expect you to be able to give me such a big surprise. With your help, my plan can be implemented smoothly."
"Don't worry, all the compensation I promised to you will be paid within a week after the press conference starts."
"Not only will you be able to pay off all your debts, but you will also become one of the richest people in the wizarding world."
"And your name will be recorded in future history books."
"Who cares about these things?" Cedric muttered softly, and the unhappy expression on his face became more and more intense.
After the system finished running, he slammed the lid of the laptop shut, almost pinching Carl's fingers.
"If there is nothing else, my work is all done. I look forward to your performance, Mr. Hohenzollern."
"I believe that must be a very unique performance. I'm leaving now because I still have homework to finish."
Seeing that Karl had no intention of apologizing, Cedric picked up the computer and walked out of the dormitory door without looking back.
Before leaving, he did not forget to make some sarcastic remarks in a sarcastic tone.
Looking at the other person's back, Carl wanted to stand up and reach out to call the other person several times, but every time he stretched out his hand
That hand seemed to be out of control and was unwilling to go up and hold the other person.
Even my vocal cords seemed to have failed at that moment. I had a lot to say, but I couldn't utter a single word.
This was not the first time Cedric had done this to himself, including Mr. Lestrange.
The entire dormitory had not heard the noisy voices of the two of them for a long time. Every day when he entered these dormitories, he felt like he was entering a morgue.
It's that feeling where there are people around watching you, but there's just a dead feeling and no sound at all.
Over the past week, communication between the few people has been basically limited to work.
Kevin Lestrange came over just to show him some documents or get some bills for him to sign.
Even if I asked him one more question, he seemed unwilling to say another word.
Needless to say, Cedric just spoke to me for the first time in a week, and I had only seen him the other time.
He was either writing programs or keeping his head down and keeping silent. He didn't even steal any cakes.
He thought that might be the reason why the other party's work speed increased so much.
But he didn't want or like this way of improving efficiency.
Seeing the other person's back getting farther and farther away, Carl suddenly rushed out like a rocket, holding Cedric's shoulder tightly with one hand.
He was breathing heavily, his face flushed red, but he couldn't utter a word.
"Is there anything else? Mr. Hohenzollern!" Cedric turned and looked at Carl with a frosty expression.
Of course, that was what he thought. From Carl's perspective, he saw the puffy face and pouting mouth.
It wasn't a cold face at all. Although he looked very angry, he also seemed easy to coax.
But even so, Carl still couldn't utter a word, and the two little men were already fighting in the memory palace.
A cute blond little boy wearing a white silk coat of an ancient Roman boy is looking at a blond Shamatte little boy wearing a black vest with a smirk on his face.
He kept punching and beating, talking all the time.
"You must apologize immediately. It was you who said those words that caused misunderstanding. You must bravely take responsibility."
"Besides, they are your friends and partners. Maintaining a good friendship is what a good classmate and good friend should do."
The blond Shamatte little boy kept fighting back while speaking with disdain in a arrogant tone.
"They say I'm nothing more than a friend. I'm just a pawn being used. Besides, I did nothing wrong."
"They are just being self-indulgent and their own fantasies have nothing to do with us. The future needs leaders who will rule the world."
"How can you bow your head and apologize? Not even once."
After that, the two little boys started fighting again. At the beginning, their moves were relatively common, except for the unconventional turtle punch.
They were just pulling each other's hair, and Carl, who was watching the fight in his mind, felt his scalp aching when he saw the golden hair all over the ground.
As the battle became more and more intense, the Shamatte little boy gradually gained the upper hand because this guy had no martial ethics.
He actually went to grab the clothes on the opposite side. That ancient Roman boy's coat wrapped in silk was actually a whole piece of cloth.
Under the other party's pull, the cute little blond boy could only pull his clothes hard while yelling loudly with a red face.
"Don't act like a hooligan. Have you forgotten what Headmaster Dumbledore taught you? You have to impress others with your sincerity."
"What use is there for sincerity!" The Shamatte little boy laughed pervertedly and tore the other person's clothes madly.
While saying it bluntly.
"You should now push that pumpkin head against the wall and tell him condescendingly that he has to come to the next press conference."
"If he doesn't come, you'll use magic to turn him into a doll, then take off his pants and spank him hard."
"No, that's too much." Carl in his mind firmly rejected it.
The little blond boy, whose upper body was almost stripped naked, finally showed a glimmer of hope in his eyes when he heard this.
But the next second the dawn was extinguished, because Carl had returned to reality and pressed Cedric directly against the wall of the common room.
He looked down at the other person with his face close to his, and gave orders in a dragging tone.
"You have to come to the press conference at the end of this month. This is not an invitation but you can't refuse."
