Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Don't tell me it's to buy those magic guns and ammo of yours!!"

Dumbledore walked to the gate, turned around and looked at Carl sitting in the headmaster's seat, and asked with a glimmer of hope.

Carl crossed his arms, straightened his back, and tried to make himself look more like the owner of the room.

He spoke with a serious expression and in a relaxed manner.

"Of course. As a government agency in the British wizarding world, we have to deal with extremely vicious criminals and an increasingly complex security environment."

"Security is one of their most important responsibilities. I designed a defense plan for the First Savings Bank of the Wizarding World."

"The results are obvious to all. This is a reasonable transaction, with excellent products and customers who need it."

“It can be regarded as a specimen of economics.”

"You are committing a crime. According to the British law I know, selling guns and ammunition is a felony."

Dumbledore still refused to give up and continued to argue.

"But I'm a wizard, right?" Carl smiled.

"Using magic to transform creations from the Muggle world is also a serious crime in the wizarding world." Dumbledore roared.

"But no society can directly deprive its members of the right to defend their wealth."

"The only difference here is the means. The legal documents in this regard are very vague and have long been reviewed by professionals."

"What's more, this batch of purchases comes from the British Ministry of Magic. As long as they sign and approve the financial plan, your accusation will be resolved."

"The scope of the attack will be extended to all Aurors in the entire British wizarding world. Do you want to destroy the foundation of the entire British wizarding world?"

Carl answered calmly.

Dumbledore was so angry that his face darkened, and he went from being on the verge of a cardiovascular disease to looking like he was about to have a stroke.

He was now standing at the door of the principal's office, the lowest place in the entire room, while Karl was sitting behind the principal's desk.

Sitting at the highest point of the entire room, he looked down at the other person with a grin on his face, which made him look like he deserved a beating.

Even the surrounding oil paintings could not be tolerated. An old man with a bad temper grabbed the picture frame and shouted loudly.

"Don't go too far, kid. It's not your turn to sit in that position yet. Why are you talking to the principal in that tone?"

"If I were still alive, you would have been thrown into a dungeon and hung up and beaten."

"Principal Blake, right?" Carl looked at the mean old man in the picture frame, smiled and spoke slowly in a respectful tone.

"I heard that you are from Slytherin House and a member of the noble Black family, so you should not blame me for what I did."

"Because I am doing this in the spirit of Slytherin House, and I am performing a feat that no great wizard before me has ever accomplished."

"In a unique way, the entire magical world is at your fingertips."

After that, he ignored Dumbledore, who was so angry that his face turned dark, and started chatting with the headmaster who was known as the worst headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.

Use concise and clear language to tell the other party how you used inventions, monopoly operations, and financial fraud to reap the wealth of the entire British wizarding world.

Once again, he used the opponent's force to his advantage and played the cowardly and incompetent British Ministry of Magic into his own hands.

Basically, he said everything he should and shouldn't say, except that he didn't admit on the spot that he pretended to be Peter Pettigrew and robbed Gringotts.

A set of theoretical knowledge that had never been heard before, coupled with Carl's full-level talent for public speaking, made the old man in the picture frame stunned.

Even other deceased principals left their own frames and came to the frame of Principal Blake to listen to Carl's speech.

"That's what I did anyway. I didn't need violence, but I could get everything I wanted."

Carl finished his speech.

"You are truly a born badass vampire. How could Slytherin House have such a student?"

"Compared to you, little Tom is as pure as a white lotus."

After about half a minute of silence, Principal Black also gave his own evaluation.

But Karl just smiled and shook his head.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Headmaster Black. I'm a student of Hufflepuff House."

"What!!" The mean old man in the picture frame screamed, without noticing that the other principals were standing behind him.

I shouted out loud subconsciously.

"How could that glutton academy possibly have a student like you?"

"Who are you calling the gluttonous academy!!" A chubby-looking lady picked up a gun and a mean old man and yelled loudly.

What followed was a burst of violence. The lady looked chubby and cute like a panda, but when she fought, she was as ferocious as a bear.

With just a few punches, the mean old man was beaten so hard that he saw stars. After teaching him a lesson.

The plump lady walked to the front of the crowd, looked at Karl, and said in a gentle tone.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, right? We have seen you here many times. You were just having a quarrel with Dumbledore."

"It's really frustrating for Albus. We never knew there were so many things happening in the British wizarding world."

"I have been lost for too long to judge your behavior, but I must remind you, my dear child."

“If you use any means necessary to achieve your goal, you will lose a lot in the process. You should preserve the kindness in your heart.”

"Of course, my dear lady." Carl responded with a warm smile and then began to introduce her.

He used herbology and plant magic, combined with the biological science of the Muggle world, to develop a variety of new fruits and flowers.

He even brought a few real objects for demonstration, including pink strawberries and fiery roses that never fade.

He explained all the oil paintings with enthusiasm, just like he was selling a product to others.

"Ma'am, I know you will definitely be dissatisfied with my behavior towards my wealth last year, but just like magic, it is just a high-level equal exchange."

"Everything has its two sides. I am also working hard to bring some beautiful things to this somewhat lifeless magical world."

"Just as flowers need to grow at night, we cannot only care about the beautiful side but are unwilling to accept its ugly side."

"You are a good boy." Without a moment's hesitation, after listening to Carl's speech and seeing the beautiful flowers and rare fruits with his own eyes.

The plump lady immediately gave her approval.

After her, other former principals who graduated from the other two colleges immediately ran over and were ready to question the young man.

During the process, there was the hot-tempered Gryffindor headmaster and the Ravenclaw headmaster, who looked like a scholar and spoke in a unique and sarcastic tone.

They almost got into a fight over who should ask the question first, but finally, at the suggestion of the Ravenclaw headmaster, he asked the question first.

After asking the questions, I will help him catch the Slytherin Headmaster Black and have him beat him up to vent his anger.

On the other side, he looked at the bastard boy who was sitting on his principal's throne and happily chatting with a group of principals.

Dumbledore's heart skipped a beat.

"It's over. This is a preparation for usurping the throne in advance. I may really have to retire early."