Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Under Lucius's gaze, Dumbledore and Carl were passionately exchanging words with each other.

As the words of the exchange became increasingly vulgar, Dumbledore soon lost the upper hand.

After all, although he is known as the greatest white wizard of this century, when it comes to the art of swearing.

Compared with Carl, who came up from the streets of New York, there is at least five Voldemorts left.

The old man was so scolded that he had no choice but to start playing dirty, pointing angrily at the door of the principal's office and speaking loudly.

"You two are not welcome here. Leave my office right now, immediately."

Seeing that the other party was cheating, Carl did not tolerate him and took out the parchment signed by Dumbledore himself from the ring.

He pointed at the striped money on it and said it bluntly.

"Although I have always respected you, the principal, it is only natural to pay back a debt. If you refuse to fulfill the treaty with this attitude."

"Then you have two choices now. One is to immediately take out 21,000 gold galleons and pay off the entire amount owed, including the principal and interest."

"Whether you go and confess to Professor McGonagall, or discuss with Mr. Lucius next to you, see if the school board can help you with the money."

"Otherwise, according to the contract, this office is mine. Now please leave my office immediately."

Shock, speechlessness, and all kinds of complicated expressions kept flowing across Dumbledore's face. He was now extremely regretful.

I shouldn't have brought this evil creature to Hogwarts. I underestimated the descendants of the Grindelwald family.

My previous thoughts were so naive, thinking that by keeping the Dark Lord under my nose, I could prevent the magical world from seeing another Dark Lord.

Now that I think about it, what Professor McGonagall said was right. People from the Grindelwald family are naturally able to restrain Tumbledore.

I have been fighting Voldemort for so long and never lost, but this evil creature has been in school for less than two months.

How could he accept the fact that he had to lose his own office? Filled with grief and indignation, he cast his last glimmer of hope towards Lucius standing beside him.

Lucius quickly turned his face away, thinking.

"Why did you two get involved in this quarrel? I'm here to make money. I never thought of getting involved."

Seeing the last glimmer of hope shattered, Dumbledore could only sit back in his seat angrily after hesitating for a long time.

He lowered his head and began to concentrate wholeheartedly on finishing the plate of candies in front of him.

Seeing that his principal seemed to be a little autistic because of his criticism, Karl wanted to say a few nice words to ease the atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, the voice of the dog system in my mind sounded again.

[Congratulations to the host, you have successfully scolded your own principal to the point of autism, and occupied the other party's principal's office, and you will be awarded 500 points. ]

[Currently, you have 376,500 points, and have triggered a series of rewards, including the god-level art of cursing (you are now the most sweary person on this planet.)]

[Please keep up the good work and spray your venom towards the whole world, hehehe!!]

It's still hard to be a good person in this world. I can see that my retreat has been blocked by the dog system. Besides, this old man is really too irritating.

I didn't use the art of language to properly "praise" the other person because I was forced to do so due to my status as a top student at Hogwarts.

Thinking of this, Carl, who had completed the moral cycle again, slowly sat back in the principal's seat, took a deep breath and said.

"In view of a certain old comrade, he neglected his duties, did not care about the development of the school, and disregarded the collective honor of Hogwarts."

"We have now issued a serious criticism. In addition, the principal's first speech at the press conference originally scheduled for tomorrow has now been cancelled."

"Professor McGonagall will represent Hogwarts School and give a speech on stage. The headmaster's duties will be changed to a ceremonial reception."

This long string of words made Dumbledore a little confused, so he took advantage of Carl's inattention and looked at Ruth and asked in a low voice.

"What the hell are you guys doing? The more I listen, the more confused I get. How big of a fuss do you want to make for the so-called press conference tomorrow?"

"Why, even Professor McGonagall is implicated."

Hearing this, Lucius was really a little helpless. He didn't expect this to be the case, after all, the entire Hogwarts.

The focus of discussion now is basically on tomorrow's broom launch conference, and even the entire British wizarding world.

They had been discussing this for a long time, and feeling helpless, he could only take out this morning's Daily Prophet from his pocket and hand it over.

Dumbledore took the newspaper and immediately saw the headline on the front page reporting on tomorrow's press conference.

The entire newspaper, using large font and two pages, specially reported this incident, and it was written in detail.

After carefully watching the entire process of the press conference, Dumbledore, who was previously full of anger.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, because according to the process in the newspaper, I was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

It should be at tomorrow's press conference that he will steal the show, along with representatives from the other two European magic schools.

Including some people from the British Ministry of Magic, they will witness this moment.

But now, everything has vanished, and with complicated eyes, he slowly looked up at Karl sitting behind the desk.

His emotions were extremely complicated. He had never thought that a 15-year-old boy had only been exposed to the magical world for two months.

He can actually achieve this extent. Could it be that as that guy predicted, Carl will bring real changes to the entire magical world.

Leading the arrival of a new era.

But before he could free himself from the complicated memories and emotions, Carl, who was sitting in the principal's seat.

But the more he looked at Lao Deng, the more he disliked him. This guy always looked at him with tinted glasses.

From the time I entered Hogwarts until now, I always wanted to play the role of a behind-the-scenes operator.

For Carl, the feeling of someone trying to manipulate him from behind made him feel more disgusted than someone who directly confronted him head-on.

At the same time, this old guy was nominally his guardian in the magical world, which made it even more difficult for him to accept.

I treat you as the principal, but you want to be my father behind my back. That's wishful thinking.

So he immediately interrupted Dumbledore's recollections and spoke softly.

"If you have nothing else to do, please leave the office for a while. If you need any dessert, we have it in the cafeteria."

"Go and have fun with your classmates. Mr. Lucius and I need to talk about some adult topics. We don't need irrelevant people to be present."

"By the way, your work tomorrow is not very complicated. I believe you can handle it with your current level. Just keep smiling."

"Mr. Hohenzollern, if you talk like that, I don't know whether I should say something or not."

Carl's words made Dumbledore quite unhappy. He immediately took on the posture of a headmaster and prepared to refute the other party.

Unexpectedly, Carl just opened his lips slightly.

"The payment for one day's work is 500 gold galleons. If you have any opinions, you can speak up now."

"All I can say is, I hope you don't mess up the furnishings in my office."

Dumbledore said this in a firm tone, and left his office smoothly with Fawkes.

Lucius, who was standing by, and the portraits hanging on the wall, all couldn't help but hold their foreheads with their hands.