Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

When Carl first heard about this reward, his heart was not shaken so quickly.

After all, although his sense of morality is very thin, it is not completely non-existent. A small upgrade spell is enough to control his behavior.

This dog system underestimates itself a bit, so Carl said disdainfully in his mind.

"What are you talking about? Don't you know that the old man in front of me is my principal and guardian?"

[Upgraded version of Apparition, can use magic markers, just like anything and everything can be transformed in space in an instant. ]

[And it is completely unaffected by Anti-Apparition. Does the host have anything else to say? ]

"So I have no intention of letting him go." Carl took over the conversation smoothly without weakening his tone at all.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Dumbledore changed a little. He squinted his eyes and smiled, and his right index finger kept tapping on the table.

Dumbledore suddenly felt that something was wrong. Every time he acted like a fool and made such expressions and movements, he was about to get into trouble.

Just at this moment, the waiter brought the set meal they ordered, and Dumbledore quickly changed the subject.

"Let's eat first and then talk about other things, okay?"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to take out a burger he had never seen before, but before he could open the package.

Carl interrupted him and took out a piece of parchment from his ring with a smile.

While exchanging it with the other person's burger, he stared at the old man in front of him and said.

"Don't worry, let's get down to business first, considering you damaged my future house."

"And the Christmas dinner I had prepared so carefully was completely ruined, which seriously hurt my feelings."

"So I hope you can make compensation. I don't need your financial compensation, I just need your promise."

Carl's words made Dumbledore suddenly alert. None of the documents he had signed with this little bastard were without loopholes.

But just as he was about to refuse, Karl motioned for him to look at the document again and spoke in a bewitching tone.

"Don't worry, the content of the document is very simple, even you can understand it, and I know what others have paid for me."

"I will definitely give back to the other party, so as long as you sign, I will pay for all your consumption today, and we can spend a happy holiday together."

These words made Dumbledore hesitate. He slowly lowered his head to look at the parchment in his hand and just glanced over it briefly.

He immediately looked up in surprise and frowned at Carl.

"Are you sure? Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

Carl seemed very natural. He picked up the Coke beside him, took a sip, and then immediately put it aside.

Damn, that’s so sweet. Then he took a deep breath and said seriously.

"There's no need to have too many thoughts. It's not that I don't have regrets in my life, although I don't really appreciate the existence of family affection."

"But as a normal person, I envy this kind of emotion, even though you are already very old."

"It may not stay with me for too long, but I guess there's no harm in experiencing it once in a while."

Carl's tone was very relaxed, but Dumbledore's heart was filled with waves because of the document in front of him.

It comes from the British Ministry of Magic and its content is very simple. It is a standard adoption agreement in the wizarding world.

The two parties to the agreement were naturally him and the little bastard in front of him. He only had to sign the document and a vague adoption relationship would be established between the two of them.

It was officially confirmed. Looking at such a simple legal document, this old man who had lived through a century.

But he was a little hesitant after a long time. After his sister left him, family affection became a strange word to him.

Even though he knew that the little bastard in front of him was inextricably linked to him.

But when this emotion really needs to be confirmed in the form of a document, the greatest white wizard in the magic world.

But I also felt a little scared. It was like a lonely person encountering a stray dog ​​following him.

He could feed it, but it was generally better not to give it a name, people were strange like that.

Emotions cannot be restrained at all by a piece of paper, but once the family titles are officially confirmed.

Then losing becomes a very terrible thing.

Dumbledore hesitated for a long time, and while he was thinking, Carl, who was sitting opposite him, acted as if nothing had happened.

He began to enjoy his breakfast. He ate a chicken wing first, but after only taking a bite, he threw it aside like he did with the Coke before.

Then he opened a double burger and immediately devoured it, with red ketchup and yellow mayonnaise.

It was stuck on his face, along with the black dust that had not yet been washed off.

The confident young man who was full of vigor and energy and thought he was the best was now just cute.

Dumbledore looked at Carl who was concentrating on his meal, and couldn't help but smile at himself. He quickly used magic to sign his name on the parchment.

He threw it directly to Carl, then deliberately put on a stern face and pointed at the chicken wing that the other party had only taken a bite of.

"Don't waste food, kid. It's wrong for you to do this."

Carl seemed to have expected this to happen. He curled his lips in disdain and put away the signed parchment.

While handing a piece of spicy chicken wing to the old man in front of him.

"It doesn't have sugar in it, so it may not suit your taste, but once you take a bite you'll know why I can't eat it."

Hearing this, Dumbledore looked at the chicken wings in front of him, which were covered with red spicy powder, and hesitated, but then he thought of the change in his identity.

In order to educate his child well, he deliberately put on airs and took the chicken wings from the other person.

He was prepared to teach the other person the importance of cherishing food through his own actions, but after taking just one bite, the old man suddenly felt something foreign in his mouth.

After digging in his mouth for a long time, he finally took out a translucent feather.

Looking at the feather in his hand, Dumbledore was stunned for a long time, and Carl began to mock.

"British food is just like a certain old man, so out of tune, so industrialized."

“It’s really rare to be able to do this level of work.”

Carl's ridicule made Dumbledore feel a little embarrassed at first, but then he immediately felt relieved. He no longer bothered about the prank played by the little bastard in front of him.

I started to imitate the other person and ate heartily without caring about my image. Apart from the unpleasantness just now, overall it was delicious.

These strange Muggle foods are actually very delicious, but you will look a little disheveled after eating them.

All kinds of strange sauces stuck to his stubble that was burned by the explosion, making him look very funny.

But Carl didn't care about these. After eating, he swiped his card to pay the bill and gave the other party 100 pounds as a Christmas tip.

Then he pulled Dumbledore, pointed to the city's busy commercial street, and spoke seriously.

"Okay, let's just forget about the breakfast issue. I want to take you to enjoy the holiday. All you have to do is be happy."

These words touched Dumbledore a little. He looked at the prosperous street in front of him and Carl who was standing beside him, holding his hand.

I feel a little warm inside. The child is quite sensible. I did have some prejudices before.

What he didn't know was that the moment Carl walked out of McDonald's.

He immediately said it loudly in his mind.

"Now this old Deng has officially become my relative, so you know what to do!!"

What does host mean?

"My meaning is very simple. This old man is now my beloved relative and my only relative in the world in the legal sense."

“So, you have to pay more!!”