Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Dumbledore was standing outside the door, listening to the sound coming from inside, and his brain seemed to move ten thousand light years in an instant.

Perhaps he had never thought about more in his life than in these two short seconds.

The previous angry and unstoppable momentum was immediately replaced by hesitation and helplessness.

I paced back and forth at the door, listening to the "unbearable" noise inside, sometimes showing great anger, and sometimes seeming a little helpless.

There was also a brief moment when I seemed to have accepted it all, as if it was supposed to be this way, but I didn't expect this day to come so early.

As he was hesitating, the noise inside became more and more excessive, and he could only hear Karl speaking loudly.

"You've gained too much weight. Take off your clothes first. Let's start over. It looks like we're going to need some props."

As soon as he heard the word "props", Dumbledore's face suddenly changed and he shouted loudly.

"Stop, you are still young, you can't..."

Before he could finish his words, Dumbledore, who rushed into Carl's dormitory, was stunned.

Only Carl and Cedric were seen, each wearing a gorgeous suit, standing opposite each other and looking at Dumbledore who suddenly broke in.

Their eyes were full of confusion, and the two people didn't seem to do anything strange. The dresses they wore were dark brown, the representative color of Hufflepuff house.

It is well-trimmed and the overall style is based on a men's tuxedo, with a few cuts to make it look less formal and more youthful.

The cuffs and collar of the clothes have large areas of silver sequins, which serve as special decorations like medieval armor.

However, the most distinctive feature is that on the left shoulders of both of them there is a cloak that seems to be woven from pure gold, shining brightly.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Principal?" Carl asked with some confusion, looking at Dumbledore who was standing there in a daze.

"Ah..." Dumbledore was speechless and embarrassed when asked, not knowing how to start.

Cedric, on the other hand, walked quickly to Dumbledore as if he had seen a savior, and said while gasping for breath.

"Principal, you are finally here. Please teach Mr. Hohenzollern a lesson. He is being too unreasonable."

"I'm a Hufflepuff. I ate well during the holidays and gained a little weight. What's wrong with that?"

"He actually asked me to diet and lose weight these few days and keep in shape. I have never heard such a crazy request."

"Shut up!!"

Seeing Cedric crying and complaining to Dumbledore, Carl just yelled.

Then he pounced over, pushed the man to the ground, and stared at the collar that could not be buttoned up.

He said angrily.

"How dare you quibble? You are the spokesperson for my Newton Broomstick Company. We have a contract."

"You have to keep up your image at all times. You can't even wear the clothes I made for you, and you still dare to make excuses."

"Starting tonight, you are not allowed to drink any high-calorie honey pumpkin juice. Replace it all with bitter melon juice."

"And starting today, you will move into my dormitory to prevent you from sneaking into the kitchen to steal food in the middle of the night."

"no!!"

"No !!!!"

Two voices of objection were shouted at the same time by two people, and Cedric was pressed to the ground by Carl.

Maybe it was simply for his own core power as Hufflepuff, while Dumbledore on the other team just watched silently.

The two big boys were lying on the ground, wrestling with each other and interlocking their fingers.

Even though the two of them were looking at each other with eyes filled with rage, Dumbledore was just a bystander.

But the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. He coughed lightly to clear his throat, then waved his hand and used magic to separate the two.

Then he looked at Karl and spoke in the tone of an elder.

"The school has school rules that students cannot change dormitories without permission. What you did is a violation of the school rules."

Karl simply disdained such remarks. He snorted coldly and lay back.

He lay on the sofa beside him in a lazy yet arrogant posture, staring at Dumbledore, and spoke softly.

"Our dear principal, why did you break into a student's private dormitory for no reason? And I want to ask a question."

"The way you looked at me and Senior Cedric just now seemed a little strange."

"What's strange about that?" Dumbledore felt a little guilty.

Carl caught this immediately and said with displeasure.

"There's something vulgar about it, which makes people feel uncomfortable and makes us feel like we're doing something shameful."

"It's just a classmate helping to sort out the clothes. It's all because that guy ate too much and got too fat. He can't even button his collar."

Dumbledore, who was exposed, felt even more guilty at this moment, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

This made Cedric, who was standing by, think that the other person was sick, and he asked with concern.

"Principal, why are you sweating so much? Are you sick? Maybe you have a cold or something like that."

"There are herbs growing in the common room. I'll go pick some for you now."

After saying this, he was about to turn around and leave. Dumbledore was deeply moved by such caring and sincere words.

At the same time, he squinted his eyes and looked at Karl who was lying there, his eyes full of resentment, as if saying.

"Look at them. They should know how to respect the old and love the young. They might as well adopt a piece of barbecued pork instead of you."

Karl just rolled his eyes at the other person and ignored him, while pointing at Cedric's back and shouting.

"Stop right there! Don't think of taking this opportunity to run away. This old man is so old, how could he be sick? You underestimate our great principal."

Hearing this, Dumbledore immediately straightened up, a satisfied expression on his face, and the look he gave Carl seemed to change his meaning.

"It turns out you can talk, say more."

But he obviously misunderstood the situation, because what Carl said next was like a knife stabbing into his heart. The bastard said mercilessly.

"If he continues to eat sugar for a few more years, he may die suddenly due to severe diabetes and heart problems."

"Hogwarts will be mine then."

As he spoke, he deliberately turned to look at Dumbledore and gave him a warm smile.

"Don't worry, when the day comes for your burial, I will definitely give you the most splendid funeral in the entire magical world."

"And use 10 tons of candy to create a perfect grave for you."

Hearing this, Dumbledore put one hand on his chest and his body was shaking, as if he might die at any time.

Seeing this, Cedric, who was standing by, didn't dare to run away anymore and quickly ran to Dumbledore to support him.

I was afraid that something might happen to the other party. If the principal accidentally died suddenly in this dormitory, it would be a big joke.

He hasn't graduated yet, and as for what happens after graduation, it's none of his business.

Just like that, the dormitory finally remained quiet for a minute until Dumbledore's condition improved.

Karl then asked casually.

"Tell me, what are you doing here? I can tell you anything you want to know."

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