Chapter 54: "Happy" Professor Quirrell and Capitalist Carl

"what!!!!"

A loud scream, like thousands of troops, rushed out of the corridor of the infirmary and finally flew into the sky.

The glass in the entire corridor began to tremble because of the scream.

Carl could vouch that he had never seen anyone so pale.

At this moment, Professor Quirrell's face was completely pale, and even the pupils in his eye sockets were a little dilated.

If it weren't for the pillow behind him, Carl felt that he might have seen Professor Quirrell let out a long roar.

He vomited three liters of blood and fell to the ground and died.

But now, this guy seemed to still have a glimmer of hope, even though he was trembling all over.

It felt like all the bones in my body were sucked out and I couldn't even use a single muscle strength.

Still trembling, he clamped the letter between his legs, tore the envelope open with his teeth, and struggled to lie on the bed for a long time.

Finally, he unfolded the letter in front of him and began to read it carefully.

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

As I read deeper, bursts of strange laughter came out of Professor Quirrell's mouth.

The laughter was mournful and sad, making people's hair stand on end. Karl was a little afraid to say another word to the other party.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, the other party would suddenly bite him, or that the other party would be "too happy" and die in front of him.

He couldn't explain it clearly, so he didn't even give a reason and just simply said hello.

"Enjoy your honor. No need to thank me. I'm leaving now."

Killing people by destroying their hearts is his usual trick. Professor Quirrell was about to explode. He started by laughing wildly.

Then he turned his face to the wall and kept whispering there, as if there was a conversation between two people in his mind.

Finally, when Carl's figure disappeared in the corridor, Professor Quirrell suddenly jumped up and picked up the jar of cockroaches in front of him.

He wanted to smash it to pieces, but when he raised the glass jar above his head, he suddenly put it down, so he kept muttering.

"No no no!! This guy is the one who apologized to me. That's right, I am the victim. Why should I be angry? Why should I be angry?"

"He gave in to me, didn't he? He took the initiative to come to me and apologize. He took the initiative to bow his head, didn't he?"

"I won, I won!!"

As he spoke, Professor Quirrell looked at his 'fruits of victory' and unscrewed the lid of the candy jar in a rather casual manner.

He grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth. The crawling cockroaches made black chocolate syrup splash everywhere as he chewed them.

Until a white liquid with a strange smell splashed out from one of the candies.

Professor Quirrell stopped chewing, and wiped the white liquid from the corner of his mouth with his trembling right hand.

The sense of touch had already given him clear feedback, but he still didn't give up and put the thing to his nose and smelled it.

After confirming again and again, Professor Quirrell sat alone on the edge of the bed with a dull face, looking out the window, muttering to himself.

"It's fake! It's all fake. I must be having a nightmare."

"Yes, I must be having a nightmare!!"

Carl, who had already arrived at the square, listened to the silver bell-like 'laughter' coming from the building behind him.

He was very satisfied with this, and of course, what made him even more satisfied was the voice of the dog system that kept ringing in his mind.

[Successfully caused a professor to have a mental breakdown, and the points increased by 1000. If the breakdown continues, the points will increase by 1000.]

[The opponent has become completely mentally abnormal, and the points are increased by 5000. ]

Along with these sounds, Carl felt that today's sunshine was particularly warm, and his steps seemed particularly clear.

From time to time, I would do an impromptu dance following the rhythm of the voices in my head.

Walking all the way to the Hufflepuff common room, Carl gave the brightest and warmest smile to everyone he met along the way.

Then he bewitched the group of little male and female wizards, and under everyone's gaze, he rushed into the kitchen.

Carl took out the parchment signed by Dumbledore, looked at the house-elves, and announced loudly.

"Well everyone, I have found a new job for you. You will no longer have to worry about lack of opportunities to serve wizards."

"Don't feel frustrated. You will have endless work to do next."

These words, which sounded inhumane to the working people, caused loud cheers.

The house-elves, dressed in tattered clothes, put down their work, gathered around Carl, and danced with joy.

Carl, who was enjoying the cheers, waved his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Then, under the gazes of many house-elves, he took out a very cheap metal badge.

After waving it in front of their eyes, he said with a smile.

"In the next period of time, whoever does the best job will do the most work."

"I will grant him a medal, and he can upgrade once for every ten medals."

"At the end of each month, the portrait of the house elf with the highest-ranking medal will be hung above the kitchen."

"To show that it is the most useful house-elf to wizards."

These words immediately caused a huge sensation, and the house-elves jumped wildly.

Those big eyes stared at the cheap medal in Karl's hand, as if it was the most precious treasure between heaven and earth.

Carl was very satisfied with this. It seemed that he had not forgotten his skills as a boss, and his application of them was becoming more and more outstanding.

What, you said house-elves don't need rewards, they will work hard.

What are you talking about? There is a difference between working hard and working desperately.

There is a difference between making people do the work of beasts of burden and treating them as beasts of burden.

What's more, cattle and horses will rest, but these house-elves are completely tireless.

As a capitalist and exploiter, Karl has always had a great talent and a very flexible moral bottom line in this regard.

After he finished his plan, the house-elves immediately started producing Hearthstone cards.

Since house-elves have a natural talent for magic, they only need a little teaching.

In this way, a perfect nuclear-powered cattle and horse production line was born.

Looking at his employees who were busy with happy smiles, Carl felt relieved and prepared to return to the dormitory.

Have a good rest and enjoy the sense of superiority brought by your own morality.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw an angry little face. Miss Beaver's face was red as she looked at Carl.

At the same time, he also looked at the house-elf who was busy behind Carl.

Finally, his chest kept rising and falling as he roared loudly.

"How could you do this? You lied to me again, you disgusting liar. You've been lying from the beginning."

"You never pay attention to the working conditions of these poor guys. You just want to exploit them."

"You really are such a disappointment!!"