Chapter 472 Disaster Kitchen

"Crabbe, how can you be so stupid that you can't even cut a tomato properly? Don't you know that you should hold the kitchen knife vertically?"

"You put the kitchen knife flat and pressed hard. Do you want to squeeze out tomato juice and eat it?"

"And you, Goyle, I asked you to help me add firewood, not to pile all the firewood into the fire."

"We just want to cook a dish, not smelt metal. The pot is about to burst."

Next to the Black Lake, in a simple little kitchen shack, Draco was breathing fire everywhere like an angry little dragon.

A week had passed since Carl's conversation with Professor Snape, during which he scolded his two silly little followers.

Overall, there have not been many changes in either the British wizarding world or Hogwarts.

The debt of the British wizarding community is still soaring, increasing by about 20%, and the Ministry of Magic still has not waited for Carl to come and negotiate with them.

As for Lucius, who was neglected by them, he had already plunged into the bubble of the City of London, and was getting deeper and deeper into the crazy growth and decadence.

At Hogwarts, the rifts between the houses are becoming more and more obvious. Now it is difficult for the four houses to sit together and enjoy lunch.

Dumbledore had to be present in person to allow the students from the four colleges to sit together and have lunch quietly.

Needless to say, professors often feel extremely distressed because students are unwilling to sit together in class.

Dumbledore had approached Carl several times, angrily hoping that he would change the situation, but Carl just smiled every time.

Said leisurely.

"The bailout funds and other issues have long been resolved, but this is such a serious economic crisis."

"Someone has to be held responsible for this. I am just an ordinary student and a minor. I am certainly not qualified to be held responsible for this matter."

"If there is an old man who is willing to give up his lifelong honor and bravely stand up to take this responsibility, I think everything will be fine."

Every time he heard such words, Dumbledore's beard would tremble with anger, because he knew that this was the threat from this little bastard.

He wanted to use Hogwarts, the school he loved most, to force himself to submit to his will.

Of course, Carl did not deny this, but he still pretended to say it.

"Don't look at me like that, dear mother. I never want to force anyone to do anything they don't want to do."

"You are certainly no exception. This is a threat but also a choice. You can choose to do nothing."

"I will naturally make new plans, but there will always be consequences to bear, and you can't deny it."

"If it weren't for the fluke mentality in your heart and the fantasy that has never been shattered, you wouldn't be so indulgent to me."

"Without your connivance, none of this would have been possible. This is your responsibility."

Every time the conversation reached this point, Dumbledore would get so angry that he would turn around and leave, and Carl would not chase him and say anything more.

In this way, time passed quietly for another week in the entire British wizarding world and Hogwarts.

The only change is that our dear Mr. Malfoy finally has his own place again.

After experiencing a series of unspeakable mistakes such as collapsed roof beams, windows and doors installed on the wrong sides, etc.

This simply assembled wooden house was finally completed. We celebrated this hard-earned result.

Draco confidently invited all the friends he considered important to come to his cabin and personally cook a feast for everyone.

As a result, the scene just now happened. These three young masters from pure-blood families were just making a tomato soup.

The whole kitchen turned into an accident scene, with crushed tomatoes spurting juice everywhere.

After finally cutting off a few fingers, the guy named Gore cut his finger again, and it was not known whether it was due to brain retardation or other reasons.

This guy actually confused his own blood with the juice from the tomatoes, if they hadn't been heated in the pot.

The strong smell of blood hit him in the face. This useless guy might pass out from excessive blood loss due to such a small wound.

The strong smell made Carl and the others who had been waiting in the living room a little restless, so they quickly got up and went to the kitchen to check.

The result was such a horrific scene.

"What a talent! If they had done even one step correctly, the dish would have been done."

Carl was the first to express his emotion.

Then, Kevin Lestrange made another sharp comment.

"The wound was very deep, and this guy may have developed type 2 diabetes due to his high-sugar diet."

"The wound has not healed yet, and the possibility of excessive blood loss is very small, but if you don't control your diet."

“It may lead to amputations in the future.”

"Can you please not discuss this for now?" Compared to Carl and Kevin Lestrange, Cedric's focus was much more practical.

He pointed at the stove in panic.

"There's a fire there, and this is a wooden house."

“Aguamenti has clear water like a spring!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of water flew out from behind him and directly extinguished the burning stove.

The three boys turned around and saw Hermione with a high ponytail walking towards them with Harry.

And this magic came from Hermione, whose image and personality had changed greatly.

This girl, who used to be a bit chaste, is now very strong. On the one hand, she maintains close contact with Carl and others.

As Carl's internal accountant, all the shady money passed through Miss Granger's hands and was easily laundered.

The legends about each other are still circulating in the City of London. What is even more rare and precious is the current atmosphere in Hogwarts.

The other party did not propose to transfer to another school or anything else, and remained in Gryffindor House, which was the most affected.

Faced with insults and isolation from others, Miss Granger, who is already a master of philosophy, can always use exquisite philosophical language to refute the other party without being able to retort.

Of course, what is even more terrifying is what happened after lunch a few days ago, when several Gryffindor girls cornered each other in the corner of the corridor.

They wanted to verbally bully the other party, but Miss Granger fought alone against 1 people, with all kinds of birdsong, flowers and family greetings.

He scolded the seven girls directly and made them cry. Even Carl, who came to watch the game after hearing the news, couldn't help but admire him.

This was the first time he discovered that English could reach the same level of swearing as Chinese.

But now, the owner of this house is most concerned about our Slytherin Princess.

"Harley, you're here!!"