Chapter 81 Cedric's Request
Time flies, and the little wizards will soon usher in their first festival in Hogwarts.
Halloween is approaching without us noticing. This festival is quite important in the West.
Whether it is Muggles or wizards, at least when it comes to celebrating holidays, humans can always reach a rare consensus.
At Hogwarts, the school holds a grand party on the night before Halloween every year.
When the little wizards woke up this morning, they could smell the sweet and tempting aroma of roasted pumpkin just in the corridor.
The little badgers of Hufflepuff were already impatient. They took out the roasted pumpkins they had carved from various corners like magic.
It is placed in the corner of the public lounge, so that the lounge, which usually has fresh air, is now shrouded in a sweet and tempting scent.
Carl sat on the sofa, stirring the pumpkin juice in the glass with a spoon, looking straight at Cedric across from him.
He took a sip and said with a smile.
"My dear senior, is there anything I can do for you? If not, I still have to go to class."
"Although the professors will obviously not have any real teaching content today, it is still not good to skip class."
"I am the role model of our college and I must always take the lead."
Hearing this, Cedric's cheeks twitched wildly. He also knew that what Karl said was true. Most of the professors today would not have any formal teaching content.
Whether students are from the senior or junior grades, they only play some small games in class to pass the time.
Of course, except for Professor Snape's classes, since he took over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
The good days of all students are over, which is different from Professor Quirrell's teaching method of just chanting.
Professor Snape's teaching method can be described as wild. Everyone just puts aside the textbooks and starts practicing.
Various powerful spells were released at will, and students started practicing directly in class. It was not so bad for students in lower grades.
After all, they only know some mischievous spells. It will be miserable for senior students as there are always students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
It is common to accidentally hurt yourself or even break a bone, but this is not the case for Professor Snape, the master of potions.
It’s nothing, because with Carl’s presence, he has also reaped a lot of rewards recently, and he is Professor Snape, who has money.
It can be said that he took from the people and used it for the people. He spent a huge amount of money to buy various raw materials and brewed pot after pot of powerful healing potions.
No matter who it is, no matter how badly injured they are, they will be fed a bottle of caterpillar slime-like potion.
I guarantee that you will still be full of energy the next day, but the smell of the medicine will be gone.
All the students who drank it shed tears of emotion.
Thinking back to the experience, Cedric felt so moved that he wanted to cry. But right now, he had more important things to do.
He looked at Karl, rubbing his fingers nervously, and hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"I'd like to ask you for a favor. Could you please sponsor Hufflepuff House and get us a batch of brand new Absolute Blade No. 1 flying brooms?"
"Those guys in Slytherin House are really bullying. All of them have the latest flying brooms. It's so unfair."
Cedric complained angrily, but Carl sat on the fishing platform, tasting his pumpkin juice and shaking his head without even raising his eyelids.
"Dear senior, I hope you can use your smart brain more when speaking."
"Why is it that once you get along with your classmates, your brain's IQ drops so quickly?"
"Just like the pumpkin behind you."
"What do you mean?" Cedric was a little confused. This guy even turned around and looked at the Pumpkin Head behind him.
After comparing them carefully, I feel that there seems to be no similarity between my head and this pumpkin head.
Carl couldn't help but stroke his forehead and shook his head at this extremely naive act.
"Stop comparing me you idiot, I mean your head, it looks big but it's actually just delicious."
"It has no practical effect at all. The students of Slytherin College are all my big clients. They contribute so much to my career."
"Why should I meddle in other people's business?"
Hearing this, Cedric opened his mouth in surprise, looked at Karl, and didn't say a word for a long time. After holding it in for a long time, he suddenly said.
"How could you do this? I have given so much to you, and everything I have done for you is from the heart."
"You abandoned me just for money, you bastard."
Cedric's roar made Carl look puzzled, and even made the little badgers who were about to leave the common room and go to class stop in their tracks.
They gathered at the door of the common room, looking at the two big boys with wandering eyes.
Among them, Hannah was even more excessive. She took out her little notebook early and prepared to record everything.
In this regard, Karl was really helpless, seeing the innocent and cute little girl before.
He is almost becoming the leader of his anti-fans. Whenever Carl thinks of it, he can't help but sigh.
But he knew very well that all these bad consequences were due to the guy in front of him who always said nonsense.
Doing some ridiculous things, he really doubted that Cedric's IQ and EQ seemed to be completely different things.
His brain seemed to be single-core and could only handle one thing at a time.
Seeing that the crowd was getting bigger and bigger, in order to avoid having his good image ruined by the fool in front of him.
Carl could only speak half-heartedly.
"Mr. Diggory, please take back what you just said. I am not a heartless person. I just want you to understand."
"I'm not a pushover. If you want me to do something for you or to negotiate with you, please give me your price first."
"You can understand me as a devil. When making a deal with a devil, you always have to pay something."
Cedric had a strange expression when he heard this. He thought for a long time, and two red clouds appeared on his fair face.
He lowered his head and whispered.
"No, I can't make a deal with you. The clothes you gave me last time were too shameful, and you even made it worse."
"The front and back of the dress are without fabric. I will never agree to this condition."
Although this guy's voice was very low, the public lounge, which was usually noisy, was unusually quiet at this moment.
Seeing Cedric saying this with his head down, Karl felt sick.
However, the little badgers behind him all had flushed faces with excitement, especially when Carl turned around and discovered.
There were a few boys who looked at him strangely on a daily basis. When their eyes were almost thread-like, Carlton felt that something was wrong.
He simply held Cedric's head with both hands, forced it up, and kept shaking it while shouting loudly.
"What are you thinking about? Get rid of the garbage in your mind. I'm telling you again, those clothes are not for me to see."
"That's modeling, that's fashion style, it's about making money, that's work."
"You are not allowed to have different ideas, not even a thought, I just want to make this Christmas a happy one for you."
"Come with me alone, I have something important to do."
