Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

As soon as the middle-aged woman saw Karl sitting in the principal's seat, her eyes lit up and she asked deliberately.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet. You must be Mr. Hohenzollern, right?"

"You are the most unique student in the entire Hogwarts. If I am not mistaken, the place where you are sitting now is the office seat of the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Do you want to be the headmaster of Hogwarts now?"

As soon as this question was asked, Professor McGonagall looked displeased, for she knew the reporter in front of her very well.

He is not a good person, although she knows Karl’s mind and is definitely not an ordinary child.

But she was also a little scared. She was not afraid that Karl would not be able to withstand the interview.

I’m just afraid that this reporter who doesn’t know how to live or die might accidentally offend Carl, and then things would be very difficult.

Professor Quirrell's lesson was still fresh in her mind. It was okay at school, but if she left school, she really couldn't imagine what Carl would do.

Carl, who was sitting in the headmaster's seat, saw Professor McGonagall's worry.

Said with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Professor. It's just a few questions. My greatest strength is my honesty."

"I can answer your question, dear reporter. Yes, of course I want to be the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"I have this idea, why should I hide it? Hogwarts has a glorious history, just as great as Headmaster Dumbledore himself."

"But the future always belongs to the young, and I feel that I am the only one who will undoubtedly be in the future."

Such a frank answer made Rita Skeeter's eyes light up, and she immediately began to record with her magic feather pen.

Professor McGonagall, who was standing by, couldn't help but take a look, and her expression immediately darkened.

I saw this annoying guy writing in the notebook beside him.

"Karl Hohenzollern, the most mysterious student in the history of Hogwarts. His identity is a mystery and his age of admission is different from others."

"With unparalleled talent and obvious ambition, the third generation Dark Lord actually sits on the headmaster's seat at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall was immediately displeased by such a record that disregarded the facts, and she was about to scold him.

Unexpectedly, Carl, who was sitting in the headmaster's seat, just smiled faintly and said to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, I think you still have a lot of work to do. I'm not a child. I can still face some things alone."

"Besides, this is an interview, you can still leave first."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall glanced at Carl, then at Rita Skeeter, who was looking very excited, and sighed secretly in her heart.

It is difficult to persuade a damned ghost with kind words, so you'd better not meddle in other people's business. Evil will be punished by evil, so it is good to let the other party suffer a little.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall nodded, turned and left the headmaster's office.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall finally left, Rita Skeeter immediately went all out, walked forward, and started asking Carl frantic questions.

But when she got close to Carl, she saw Carl suddenly took out his black dragon spine wand and whispered to her.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Rita Sky was completely stunned as she watched a green light with a breath of death coming straight towards her face.

Without time to think, she quickly threw away the things in her hand, turned into a ladybug, and nimbly avoided the death ray.

The ray of light hit a teacup behind her, but the expected explosion did not occur.

It's just that the teacup turned into an exquisite cake.

Seeing this scene, Rita Skeeter felt something was wrong. Realizing that she was being tricked, she turned around and prepared to fly away.

However, she didn't expect that before she could flap her wings a few times, a black figure would step firmly on her, who had turned into a ladybug.

"Thank you for your hard work Snape?"

Carl stroked his raven's back and covered the ladybug firmly in a transparent teacup.

He stared at the panicked ladybug through the clear glass and smiled.

"Look what I found, an illegal Animagus. It seems that the gossips you were famous for before are not worth mentioning."

"They were all stolen in this way."

Rita Skeeter, who turned into a ladybug, wanted to change back into human form, but she kept buzzing around in the transparent teacup for a long time.

Unable to perform magic, Carl looked at the ladybug that was running around with its head flying around, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"No need to waste your efforts. I can develop a new type of flying broom on my own."

"Then it would be easy to make a teacup that can trap the Animagus and transform."

"I know, you understand what I'm saying now. Please listen carefully. You should have investigated my identity."

"Although I have cleaned up all the traces, I don't want anyone to know too much. If you behave yourself, I can let you go."

"But if you don't obey, when your interview is published, you will be forced to commit suicide in some dark corner in a strange way."

"Hanging yourself with your hands tied behind your back or shooting yourself eight times in the back are all possible things. You are not my classmate or professor."

"I'm not in the mood to play boring games with you, so please always remember that the person sitting in front of you is not a student of Hogwarts, but a criminal serving his sentence here."

Carl's tone was light, but his expression was terribly cold, like Rita Skeeter trapped in a glass teacup.

At this moment, she just felt cold all over, and she turned into a ladybug, flapping her wings frantically.

She was now certain that the handsome boy in front of her had been planning to do this since she entered the door, and this was not an interview at all.

It was basically a trap set by the other party, but just when she was hesitating.

Karl's voice sounded again, and he pretended to have just remembered something.

"I remember Professor McGonagall saying that Animagus is a very dangerous Transfiguration. There are many people who have been transformed."

"I find it very interesting that you never turned back into a human being. So is there a possibility that I can avoid killing you?"

"It would be much more interesting to let you become a ladybug forever and spend the rest of your life buzzing."

These words completely frightened Rita Skeeter, and she turned into a ladybug and stopped flying around in the teacup.

Instead, it landed quietly and stayed there motionless.

Seeing that the other party had surrendered, Carl gently took the teacup away from him, and Rita Skeeter immediately returned to her original form.

He gasped and looked at Carl, asking tremblingly.

"What on earth do you want to do? Can I pretend that I have never been here today and please let me go?"

"I can put nothing in the newspaper."

Looking at a middle-aged woman with a distorted figure, begging in front of him, her face was already hard to tell whether it was human or animal.

Carl was twisted into a ball because of fear. In addition to feeling disgusted, he also thought that the other person was really stupid.

He slammed the table and shouted loudly.

"Who told you I was going to threaten you? Wasn't I just trying to make sense with you? I just wanted to play a joke on you and treat you to a cake."

"I was just playing a prank on you, why did you take it so seriously? I didn't do anything, and I didn't say anything. Please remember this."

"Besides, if a big reporter doesn't come up with any explosive news during an interview, then I'm paying you for nothing, right?"

"Come, let me tell you something about Professor Quirrell."