Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Why do we have to walk up so many stairs? This is already a magic school. Has no one ever thought of using magic to create an elevator or something like that?"

"A bunch of wizards who don't even have the imagination of a Muggle and yet claim to be noble every day, what a bunch of good-for-nothing idiots."

Walking towards the principal's office along the ever-changing staircase, the castle in the night looks particularly quiet and mysterious.

The moonlight shines on the ancient stone walls, casting mottled shadows, as if telling a thousand-year-old story.

However, Carl was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. His only goal now was to walk through these seemingly endless stairs.

He had always wanted to complain about this, although he also believed that ancient buildings could add to the college's heritage and sense of history.

Students who can study here should feel proud, but it should also keep up with the times. It would be too abrupt to install an elevator in a shared bedroom.

For safety reasons, we have to maintain the anti-apparition formation. Can't we make some innovations in other areas?

For example, elements common in any RPG western fantasy game, a teleportation array for fixed-point transfer, coupled with powerful identity authentication magic.

It can achieve point-to-point movement without destroying the overall atmosphere of the castle, eliminating the tiring process of climbing stairs.

It can also ensure safety, and more importantly, in his heart, there will be no trouble where he, Karl Hohenzollern, is.

It's good enough that he doesn't cause trouble for others. If anyone dares to cause trouble for him, he will let the other person know how green his magic can be.

No matter how much you complain in your heart, you still have to keep going. But sometimes, you should slow down a little.

Enjoy the scenery along the way through the small window next to the stairs.

He could see that the entire Hogwarts Castle was covered with a thin layer of snow, and the white world was gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

Even through the glass, you can hear the whistling cold wind outside the window. The Scottish Plateau in early spring is still very cold.

The free elves blew the snowflakes and made them dance in the air. Some of them felt that flying in the air was not enough, so they took their dance partners and ran to the frozen lake in the distance.

The beautiful and magnificent Black Lake in summer is now covered with a thin layer of ice. Occasionally, the sound of ice breaking can be heard, breaking the silence of the night.

The footsteps echoed on the stairs, and every step seemed to be ringing the bell of history.

He walked through a long corridor, with moving portraits on both sides, which seemed to be whispering and discussing the arrival of this uninvited guest.

The boy couldn't help but slow down his pace and listen to the conversations of these portraits, when he met someone who said something nice about him or a prettier lady in an oil painting.

He would also go up and say a few words, and when he met those old men who spoke harshly, made fun of him and mocked him, he would take out his magic wand to threaten them.

If you don't say a few nice words, I'll burn the other person's words frame now.

After walking and stopping for a while, and after a period of "harmonious and friendly" communication, he finally arrived at the door of the principal's office.

He certainly had no interest in playing that ridiculous command game and just shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Dear mother, I miss your child and come to see you. If you don't want to see me, then I will leave."

"I guess the next time we meet will be at the impeachment meeting of the Hogwarts Board of Directors to discuss how to remove you from your position as Headmaster."

As soon as he finished speaking, a path appeared behind the two stupid statues. Carl climbed the stairs again and came to a huge wooden door.

Instead of using his hands, he kicked the door open with a flying kick. Then he saw a figure turning around in panic.

He was sitting in the principal's seat with his back to him. He looked at the old figure and went straight to the exclusive seat he had left here before.

He sat down on it, crossed his legs and said.

"Don't you like the Christmas present I gave you? I spent a lot of money to buy a beautiful farm in Montana, USA."

"It's close to the Rocky Mountains, with magnificent natural scenery, beautiful primeval forests, and lakes where you can catch hundreds of kilograms of catfish."

"And a full 5 acres of farmland where you can raise small animals, cows, horses, chickens, sheep, whatever."

"As long as they don't damage the ecological environment, I can help you get some rare animals, except for giant pandas. I want to live a few more days of good life."

After saying that, Karl smiled and looked at the back of the group, and sure enough, there was no reaction.

Every strand of white hair and every bit of air seemed to be saying, "I'm angry! The kind that can't be appeased."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to pay attention to him, Karl didn't want to say anything more. After all, he was the mastermind behind all this.

He was very aware that what he had done was indeed cruel to the old man in front of him.

So he slowly stood up, sighed helplessly, turned around and said.

"I don't blame you for not writing back to thank me and refusing to give me a holiday greeting. There is no room for compromise between us on this issue."

"I understand that you must be regretting bringing this little bastard to Hogwarts, but sometimes fate works like that."

"I'm not going to give up, tell me if you don't like that farm, anywhere in the world."

"As long as you two agree and like it, I can give you a satisfactory place to live in your old age."

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I need to inform you. Harry is going to transfer to Slytherin House."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Just as Carl finished speaking and was about to leave, Dumbledore, who had been silent and sulking, suddenly turned around and objected loudly.

"Harry must not go to Slytherin. Never."

Looking at Carl's weird eyes, Dumbledore repeated it again, but this time his tone was not so tough and his expression was a little embarrassed.

Carl looked at the old face with the traces of chocolate on the corners of his mouth that had not been wiped clean. The corners of his eyes twitched wildly, and his heart was filled with an indescribable "feeling of jealousy".

I had been talking for a long time about the other party's retirement location and retirement arrangements, but this damn old guy didn't even respond to me.

As a result, once the matter involved Harry, the old guy seemed to have taken some special medicine, and instantly became strong and vigorous from being half-dead.

There was a huge difference between their mental states and the degree of care, so he felt unbalanced and felt like Carl was raised by a stepmother.

He said in a sour and sarcastic tone.

"Mr. Albus Dumbledore, Mr. Harry Potter, oh no, it should be Miss Harry Potter."

"Is she your illegitimate daughter? Why do I feel that she is more related to you by blood? I am just a gift from an unexpected love."