Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Christmas Day, 4am.

Godric's Hollow.

Because there is a two-hour time difference between Palestine and the UK, when Carl set foot on the land of the Scottish Highlands again.

The sun had not yet illuminated the beautiful Scottish highlands, and it was just pitch black all around.

The heavy snow fell, completely covering up all traces of the revelry on Christmas Eve.

A bitter cold wind blew from the north, and there was neither the warmth of the Sinai Peninsula nor the gentle breeze of the Mediterranean Sea.

Sometimes the night is vast white with a few scattered lights around.

This place is named after the famous wizard, Godric Gryffindor, and is a village where Muggles and wizards live together.

At the same time, there are many old houses of pure-blood wizards in this area. It is said that the wizard goldsmith Paul Wright created the world's first Golden Snitch in this place.

In the center of the village, there is a small square, and in the center of the square is a war memorial-like building.

There are a few shops around, a post office, a bar, and a small church.

The church was brightly lit, and the light from the candles shone through the stained glass on the walls, emitting a jewel-like luster.

Looking inside through the glass, you can see some devout families worshipping in the church all night long.

Karl was walking on the snow-covered square, holding his shopping bags. The natural carpet under his feet made a crackling sound.

It was particularly loud on the streets in the early morning.

The heavy snow fell on his golden hair and gradually covered the trail of footprints behind him.

He slowly passed through the center of the square, and as he approached, the monument in the center began to change.

The obelisk engraved with people's names turned into a statue of three people. Carl just raised his head and glanced at it calmly.

He didn't stay any longer, although deep in his heart, he envied this pure family affection.

But he did not have much fondness for this pure spirit of sacrifice. What he liked was resistance, no matter what the extent.

Even if it was a desperate charge knowing that he would die, he would respond with the highest respect, moving the enemy with his sacrifice and noble qualities alone.

In his eyes, this behavior was ridiculous and meaningless.

But he still quickened his pace and walked alone on the deserted street. The suffocating feeling of loneliness was really uncomfortable.

Besides, he always keeps his word. Even though that old guy is annoying, it’s no big deal to spend a day of the festival with him.

“Can’t the living environment be improved?”

Looking at the dilapidated mansion in front of him, Carl's face twitched wildly. The old house in front of him was really too dilapidated.

This dilapidated appearance was the first time Carl had seen one in the British wizarding world, apart from Ollivander's Wand Shop.

So he held the shopping bag tightly in his left hand and covered his nose with his right hand, afraid of inhaling dust, and then kicked the door open.

The poor old door couldn't withstand Carl's violent way of opening it.

The rusty door bolt was kicked off, and the two door panels fell to the ground with a bang.

"Be gentle, kid. This mansion, like me, can no longer withstand your abuse."

Dumbledore's voice came slowly from the depths of the room, and the old man's figure slowly appeared, with an unhappy expression on his face as soon as he saw me.

Looking at the other person's resentful face and the two door panels on the ground, Karl had no intention of apologizing and walked slowly into the room stepping on the door panels.

After observing the surroundings for a while, he said with a smile.

"It seems like you are looking forward to this day? The room is well cleaned, I am very satisfied with it."

Hearing this, the expression on Dumbledore's face immediately changed from unhappiness to resentment, the little old man said dimly.

"You're late. You promised to spend a full day with me at the festival, and now four hours have passed."

"Isn't it just four hours late?" Carl said disdainfully, "Good things always have to wait."

"Being four hours late is nothing. Some things take half a century to wait. As long as there is a good ending in the end, I think it is worth it."

Carl's words startled Dumbledore. He slowly turned his head and looked at the window behind him. Outside the window was a frozen lake.

If it is summer, the area around the lake will be the most beautiful place in the entire valley, and it is under the big tree next to the lake.

He had the best time of his life.

Following Dumbledore's gaze, Carl felt a little confused, but he was not in the mood to care about that now.

So he gave the order without any hesitation.

"What are you looking at? What's so interesting about a frozen lake? Come and get to work."

Dumbledore, whose memories were interrupted by the words, stared at Carl with resentful eyes again.

Karl also looked at the other person unceremoniously, and at the same time placed the things in the shopping bag neatly on the table.

Those were the ingredients for his Christmas dinner, which he bought in a supermarket in London.

There were fresh carrots and celery, onions, prime steaks, and a huge 30-pound turkey.

He pointed to something on the table.

"Today is Christmas, of course we have to enjoy a delicious meal, even though it's just you and me."

"But as a Hufflepuff, my standards for food will never be lowered, so I'll start working immediately this year."

"Wash the carrots first and peel them at the same time. Light up the stove in the kitchen. I'm going to start cooking."

As he spoke, Karl skillfully put on his chef's uniform and threw a wrapped gift directly to the old man in front of him.

He then took the other ingredients and rushed into the kitchen next door.

Dumbledore, who was suddenly given a gift, looked at the gift box in his hand with his brain in a state of shutdown.

There was silence for a long time, until Carl in the kitchen started to threaten directly.

"If you stay where you are, I will throw all your candies into the stove and burn them as kindling."

"Don't get lost in your memories anymore, come and work for me."

Such disrespectful words made the arrogant principal very dissatisfied, and he snorted with disdain.

But his hands did not stop moving. He carefully opened the gift, revealing a pair of exquisite wool socks.

The exquisite weaving technique depicts a spirited young boy and an old man sulking in a corner.

And inside the wool socks, there was a photo, and this was the first time Dumbledore saw the photo.

I suddenly remembered that it was the photo that Carl forced me to take at the end of the Flying Broom launch.

The sulking old man and the handsome young man standing on the stage looked so strange no matter how you looked at them.

But looking at the photo, the smile on the old man's face was like the rising sun melting the snowflakes.

Get rid of all previous dissatisfaction completely.

It was not until the sound of candy being unwrapped came from the kitchen that Dumbledore quickly stood up, shouting.

"Don't move, that's a limited edition, I'll be right there."

He walked quickly towards his kitchen with a brisk pace that was not expected for his age.