Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

On the way to the Sorting Hat, Carl actually felt a little worried.

After all, he has too many secrets, his identity as a time traveler, the existence of the system, and his past that he doesn't want anyone to discover.

Each of these is a shocking secret.

Once people find out, it won't end well for me.

Just as he was about to walk in front of the chair, the voice of the dog system sounded again.

[How can the host be so cowardly and forget the role we need to play? We are the devil, the absolute villain. ]

[You think you can control our branch with just a shabby hat? This is a joke. I’m issuing an emergency mission.]

[You lead the results of the division, mission rewards, 100% soul-reading and mind-reading shielding. ]

Hearing this, Carl showed a rare smile of relief. This system is very considerate, with this reward.

He would be able to deal with Dumbledore and other wizards who were good at Legilimency with much ease.

But he was still worried. After all, although the reward was tempting, preparation was still necessary, so he asked carefully in his mind.

"Can the Sorting Hat really see through my heart? After all, it was created by the four founders, so I still need to respect it."

[Don't worry, host. The four founders don't have that kind of perverted desire. The Sorting Hat can only see through people's most superficial memories. ]

[So as to make a simple analysis, and even if he can see through your heart, don't worry, don't forget that your memory is now a palace. ]

After getting a positive reply, Carl sat calmly on the chair, suppressed his nausea, and put the dirty hat on his head.

Then he followed Harry's example and slowly closed his eyes to prevent people around from seeing his inner thoughts.

Soon, in Carl's memory palace.

"Where is this place? What kind of magic is this?"

The Sorting Hat let out two exclamations, looking at the gorgeous decorations around it, and the palace that seemed to stand in the starry sky and kept moving.

Even the Sorting Hat, which has existed for nearly a thousand years, is in a state of brain shutdown at this moment.

This is the memory palace in Carl’s mind, which can also be simply understood as his consciousness space.

The moment he put on the Sorting Hat, it instinctively wanted to explore his memory, and he took the opportunity to drag it to this place.

“Don’t be nervous.” Carl smiled slightly. In this memory palace, he felt like he was in a dream.

He could change the reality of this consciousness space at will, so he snapped his fingers lightly.

The Memory Palace changed immediately, and the Sorting Hat floating in the air slowly landed on the luxurious leather sofa beside it.

Carl was sitting opposite it, staring at it with a smile.

The Sorting Hat was completely confused by this action, but it still spoke with a temper.

"Boy, you are beyond my imagination. I feel a different aura from you. You should not belong to Hogwarts."

"But Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to sort you into Gryffindor. So far, you are indeed very courageous."

"Let me leave this space immediately, otherwise I will shout Azkaban."

Hearing this, Carl was silent for a moment. He didn't expect that he would attract Dumbledore's attention as soon as he entered the school.

At the same time, he began to recall how he was caught for deliberately using magic, and how he threatened Cornelius Fudge to make him give false testimony.

The journey to get myself to Hogwarts seemed a little too smooth, and I always felt like I was taking a backdoor.

Now it seems that the back door he took was the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

Only he has such a strong influence.

But why does the other party do this? What is his purpose?

Just when Carl was silent, the Sorting Hat became unhappy and started yelling.

The noisy noise affected Carl's thinking and he didn't like it.

Carl stood up silently and picked up the Sorting Hat from the sofa beside him.

Then he waved his hand casually, and a large drum washing machine suddenly appeared. Carl turned the handle on the washing machine.

He adjusted the washing machine's mode to super-high-speed spin drying, then opened its lid and prepared to throw the sorting hat in.

"Hey, hey! Stop it now, you have such a dark heart, even if I said something wrong."

"Shouldn't you have said something back? Why are you ready to attack right away without even getting angry?"

Looking at the high-speed whirlpool in the washing machine, the Sorting Hat immediately shouted loudly.

However, Carl brought the other person in front of him, stared at him with his beautiful blue eyes, and showed an angelic and gentle smile.

"I don't like anyone to disturb me when I'm thinking. You only have one chance now."

"Tell me immediately what Dumbledore's purpose is in having you sort me into Gryffindor."

"Otherwise, I'll tell you to stay in this washing machine and sober up."

After saying that, he slowly placed the Sorting Hat at the entrance of the washing machine, slowly lowering it to a higher altitude while continuing to speak gently.

"And I believe you can see that this space is in my mind, so all the dimensions here are."

"Everything can be controlled by me, including time. The longest record of the branch is 15 minutes. I can extend these 15 minutes to 1500 years in this space."

"If you also want to wash 15 centuries, you can keep quiet."

The Sorting Hat was completely Muggle, and the gap in the middle of the hat was so wide open that it took a long time to close.

It was not until the corner of his hat touched the whirlpool in the washing machine that he started screaming.

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you the truth. I don't know either. Dumbledore can only communicate with me in a simple way."

"I really don't know anything. I swear in the name of my creator, Gryffindor, let me go immediately."

"You're a devilish little brat who's worse than Voldemort."

The Sorting Hat's loud howling made Carl extremely annoyed. He simply swung it hard and threw it heavily onto the sofa beside him.

Then he conjured up a sink in the space and washed his hands carefully while speaking without any scruples.

"Okay, I'll trust you for now. Let's skip this question for now. I only have one request for you now."

"I hope I can be sorted into Hufflepuff house."

The Sorting Hat, which had rolled around on the leather sofa for several rounds, rejected the request without hesitation upon hearing it.

"No, I have my principles. You are too dangerous, little brat. You cannot enter Hogwarts. I will rot here today."

"Even if I rot in this magical space of yours, I will never give in like you. The courage of Gryffindor will always be with me... I..."

The words that were about to be threatening were suddenly stuck, because in front of the Sorting Hat, a large-scale top hat art launch event in the Muggle world took place.

Karl projected various luxury brands onto the curtain of the space, including Chanel, LV, and Balenciaga.

There are countless novel designs, countless special fabrics, and countless unique maintenance methods.

The Sorting Hat was so dazzling that even this old wizard with a thousand-year experience in magic was dazzled.

Carl just smiled slightly, looked at the Sorting Hat which was already in a trance, and said lightly.

"I didn't hear what you just said. I have principles in my life and work. As long as you agree to my request just now."

"Everything you see now can become a reality. I promise you, as long as you nod, I will send the sample to you by owl tomorrow."

"So, could you please repeat what you just said?"

Without waiting too long, the Sorting Hat slowly came to its senses and immediately spoke in a humble tone that had never appeared before.

"Of course, I am here to serve the little wizard. I just said that you can read the hat very accurately."