Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What are you talking about? Watch your words, Mr. Hohenzollern."

Looking at the blond boy standing straight in front of him and glaring at him, even Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a little broken and embarrassed by the other party's words.

He turned around and avoided the other person's gaze, speaking evasively.

"I must repeat again, Harry Potter cannot go to Slytherin House. This is absolutely not allowed to change."

“I will never budge on this.”

"Harry again!" Carl showed a weird smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the old man in front of him.

"Compared to your future retirement plans and my experiences during the past few months of disappearance, you only care about Mr. Harry Potter."

"The Boy Who Lived, the prophesied savior, how pathetic old man."

"It seems that you like to obey the predetermined fate and move forward step by step, even if the final destination is death."

Hearing this, Dumbledore was silent, his already old face looked even older, and after a long while, he spoke weakly.

"I once rebelled against fate, child, but the result was only more sorrow. I am already very old."

"All I can do is to make sure I don't make any mistakes in the last stage of my life."

"In an effort to maintain peace in the British wizarding community, I..."

"Then why did you find me?" Carl interrupted the other person harshly, his beautiful blue eyes flashing with determination.

"Don't deny it. I was indeed captured by the British Ministry of Magic, but you have nothing to do with this matter."

"I will never believe it, whether it's Cornelius Fudge, or the two Aurors, or what happened afterwards."

"It's all your arrangement. Otherwise, an unknown little wizard like me with a complicated identity who has had contact with the Saints would be in trouble."

"Cornelly Fudge is a piece of shit. He wouldn't want to get involved in this kind of business. He would have already handed this problem over to the International Confederation of Wizards."

"Or the German Ministry of Magic, or the American Magical Congress. In other words, I can appear in the British wizarding world because of you."

"You chose to find me, but you are unwilling to accept the changes I brought about, dear Headmaster Dumbledore. This is a little hard to understand."

These words left Dumbledore speechless. He was silent for a long time and looked at Carl helplessly.

"What do you want, kid? If it's money, you've already earned more than you can spend in your lifetime."

"If it's about strength, I'm very confident that before you graduate, your magic level will surpass mine, and even all the famous wizards before you."

"You have everything. You have an enviable handsome appearance, a wealth that rivals a country, and the most enviable thing, a young body and youth."

"I really can't figure out what drives you to change."

Hearing this, Carl did not remain silent like Dumbledore. Instead, he pointed a finger at the other party and spoke without hesitation.

"It's because of you, or the kind of people you represent, no matter if you are poor or rich, humble or noble."

“I am always content with the status quo, unwilling to make any changes, believing in the so-called bullshit fate and the so-called eternal and unchanging truth.”

“I can tell you clearly that the only thing that never changes in this world is change.”

"Everything is in a state of constant change. You can either passively accept it or actively accept it. People like me are born rebels, and I vow to turn the world upside down."

"There are enough Albus Dumbledores in this wizarding world, but not enough Karl Hohenzollerns."

Dumbledore was completely stunned when he looked at the spirited blond boy in front of him and said the last sentence with disdain on his face.

His old brain inadvertently fell into a memory. It was a beautiful summer, and an equally handsome boy stared into his eyes and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"This is my last invitation to you, Al. I will devote myself to this great change no matter what."

"Even if I end up in disgrace, it doesn't matter. There are too many mediocre fools in this magical world."

"There are too few reformers like us. I want to awaken the power in the minds of my compatriots."

"You are right, my character and my path may be wrong, but what I want to say is that a wrong path does not mean it has no value."

"Whether you are a wizard or a Muggle, you will never know where the road leads to until you finish it."

“Sometimes, embarking on the journey is far more important than reaching the goal.”

The past was still vivid in his mind, and those forgotten voices echoed in his ears. Dumbledore closed his eyes, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

"Gail, you win this time."

After expressing his feelings, the old man immediately changed his expression. His previous look of sulking and resentment disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Instead, he had a weird, grumpy expression on his face, and he squinted at Karl and said sourly.

"Okay, regarding the discussion of the last question, I admit that I lost to you, Mr. Hohenzollern, but let's discuss the next question."

"It has nothing to do with the British wizarding world, let alone the European wizarding world that you have set up for me. This issue is limited to my family."

"During the nearly 100 days you were gone, you wrote a total of 27 letters to that damn old bastard, with a total of letters."

"And you have only written me six letters, which add up to less than 500 letters. I would like to ask, Mr. Hohenzollern, why you are so unfair and biased."

“Ah???” The topic changed so quickly that Carl couldn’t keep up. The last second he was still talking to the old man in front of him.

They discussed grand topics such as fate, but the next second, the other party suddenly changed his tone and started to worry about the number of letters he wrote to him.

A feeling of resentment and jealousy came over him, giving him the illusion that it was Cedric who had just spoken, not the wrinkled old man in front of him.

He stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then quickly thought of something. He also imitated the other person, squinting his eyes and staring at each other, and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"With such precise numbers, there is only one possibility: you have read all the letters. But why did you receive a letter from another old bastard?"

"There is only one possibility. During the nearly 100 days that I disappeared, you two lived together."

As he said this, he began to check every corner of the headmaster's office like a private detective, and finally under Dumbledore's puzzled gaze.

He pointed his finger at the floor beneath his feet and said with a disgusted expression.

"Does that mean you are here......?"

"Shut up!!!"