Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

As a reasonable system, it certainly cannot refuse such a reasonable request.

After all, villains are principled, unlike the protagonists who talk nonsense all the time.

So the system asked directly.

【Reasonable request, what you need. 】

Karl didn’t act pretentiously and spoke directly.

"The request is simple. I need a potion formula that can be used to completely control a person, regardless of life or death, even if it's just once."

The dog system agreed to such an evil request without hesitation, but added one more task.

[You must make this relative of yours completely devastated, otherwise the reward cannot be issued. ]

"Makes sense." Carl was also very happy after the deal was finalized.

He took Dumbledore for a pleasant stroll on the commercial streets of Glasgow.

Along the way he dragged the old kid in and out of various candy and cake shops.

What about Italian tiramisu, buy it! ! French soufflé, buy it! ! German Black Forest cake, buy it! !

Carl was more like a grandfather who doted on his grandson and met all of Dumbledore's requests.

He even used his financial power to ask those arrogant French pastry chefs to add three more portions of sugar to their creations.

Soon, the two of them were holding various dessert packages of different sizes.

Carl seemed very well-behaved along the way, whenever someone asked about the relationship between him and Dumbledore.

Carl always said obediently.

"This is my grandfather, my only relative, and he didn't experience the prosperity of the city, so now I make money."

"I want to repay him well, even though he is a stubborn old man who doesn't listen to criticism."

These answers, coupled with his god-level acting skills, always draw cheers from the crowd.

At the same time, he looked at Dumbledore with reproach. After all, this old child couldn't walk when he saw the new desserts.

He has a bad temper and is very straightforward. He will throw a tantrum if you don't buy something for him, so in the eyes of the people who don't know the truth.

Dumbledore became a stubborn and willful grandfather and his well-behaved and sensible grandson.

But Dumbledore had no intention of refutation. It was not easy for him to get some benefits from this little bastard.

The fact that I didn't increase my efforts was already a sign of my kindness, when I thought about what I had experienced at Hogwarts.

Besides venting his anger on the dessert in front of him, the old kid continued to buy more exquisite and expensive desserts.

He swore that he would make this little bastard bleed properly.

But just when Dumbledore was enjoying the warm experience that Carl brought him, as well as the infinite satisfaction of his shopping desire.

Carl's eyes were fixed on the colorful shop at the end of the street.

The two of them walked slowly like this, buying and eating along the way, until they stood in front of the store.

This is a photo of a shop with a very strong Shamatte style, exaggerated colorful decorations, and busy people inside.

All of this indicates that this is an ostentatious barber shop.

Standing at the door of the store, Dumbledore suddenly felt that something was wrong and swallowed the last bite of Boston pie.

He coughed lightly and said with a smile.

"There doesn't seem to be any good desserts here, let's go."

As he was about to run, Karl, who was carrying a lot of bags, grabbed his sleeve.

Dumbledore turned his head with difficulty and saw Carl squinting his eyes and staring at him with a smile.

"Don't worry, Grandfather. You promised me that we should take care of ourselves."

As he spoke, Carl forcefully dragged Dumbledore into the store. The old man clung to the door frame and kept shaking his head.

"No, I can restore my image. Thank you for your kindness."

"Clang!!"

As a result, just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and all the dessert bags in Karl's hands fell directly to the ground.

He lowered his head, his shoulders shrugged, and a dull voice came slowly out of the boy's mouth.

"I know there is no blood relationship between you and me, but today, I really hope that this family relationship will not be accepted."

"It seems that there are some things that cannot be bought with money. If you insist on refusing, I won't force you."

Looking at the broken biscuits and desserts on the ground, Dumbledore felt extremely heartbroken.

Feeling the blaming gazes from the people around him, Dumbledore felt extremely desperate.

He was always grateful for what he had received, and suddenly he remembered a saying: free things are always the most expensive, and all benefits are secretly marked with a price.

With no way to retreat, he could only slowly walk to Karl’s side, suppressing the anger in his heart of being deceived again, and spoke as kindly as possible.

"Don't say that, kid. We will always be family. I won't reject your kindness, ever."

Karl raised his head calmly, without any trace of crying on his face, but instead a smiling face that showed that his evil plan had succeeded.

He looked at Dumbledore, who was ready to die heroically, and whispered in a gentle tone.

"Don't be so depressed, Principal. You get what you want. I have good news for you. It will be every Christmas from now on."

"We can all spend time together, right, my dear grandfather."

After hearing this, Dumbledore's remaining hope was completely gone.

He could only let Carl drag him to find a barber with a sunny rainbow little white horse on his head.

Don't listen to what the other person is saying, just lie down on the chair obediently and let the other person do what he wants.

Then he closed his eyes as if he was dying a heroic death.

As time passed, and Dumbledore had just finished enjoying two honey cakes, he heard the barber's exclamation.

"Wow sir, this hairstyle your grandson chose for you really suits you, a true gentleman."

"At any age, people should dress up. I think your grandson's decision is absolutely correct."

Only after the barber finished speaking did Dumbledore slowly open his eyes, revealing his beard which had been burned by the explosion.

It had disappeared without a trace at this moment. The barber had great skills and had trimmed his sideburns and some remaining stubble.

After cleaning everything up, you also gave his eyebrows, which you usually don't take care of, a simple trim.

The long snow-white curly hair was completely tamed by the potion, and the smooth long hair was tied into a low ponytail commonly used by gentlemen.

Combined with Dumbledore's facial features that have always been covered by a big beard, he is definitely a handsome old man.

Of course, it would be better if there was less color on the top of his head.

Looking at his colorful hair, Dumbledore's heart had completely fallen to the bottom.

Carl, who had cleaned up nearby, walked over slowly, looked Dumbledore up and down, and said very happily.

"Very handsome, grandpa. You looked 50 years younger in an instant. I now believe that you really did have someone who loved you."

While Carl was speaking, the voice of the dog system sounded on time in his mind.

[A perfect masterpiece. You successfully killed an old man's most important self-esteem and achieved success.]

[Psychologically collapsed principal, all rewards have been issued, please check them carefully! ! ]

Just as Carl expected, this kind old man had a mental breakdown.

There was no effect from tampering with his candy or constantly talking back at him.

You have to be ruthless. What do the elderly of this age group care about most, besides eating, is their face.

Carl got excited just thinking about the Hogwarts headmaster with that weird hair color.

But the current Dumbledore was not perfect yet, especially the exquisite but somewhat inappropriate robe he was wearing.

So he pulled up Dumbledore, who was completely confused.

"Come on, let's go change into some decent clothes."