Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"This dress is great, my little Carl is still so cute!!"

"Don't be so restrained. Turn around in your skirt and see."

"You need to improve your makeup, and tone down your temperament a little."

"I know that the role you will eventually play may be different from your current makeup and appearance, but you also need some professionalism."

"Whatever clothes you wear, you have to portray the image you want."

Wenda Rozier looked at Carl in front of her and completely let herself go, treating him like a full-length Barbie doll.

Carl's makeup is constantly changing, and because Carl's skin is very good, he doesn't need too much makeup to cover it up.

Therefore, by making some minor adjustments to the eyes, hairstyle and other parts, Carl can create different styles.

Sometimes she is a French lady in white, and sometimes she is a noble and beautiful woman from England.

Of course, Germany's stern female officer also needs to be tried, but Wenda Rozier's favorite is the one that Carl is wearing now.

A typical American sweetheart, with smooth blonde hair falling like a waterfall, shining with sunshine and dancing in the wind.

A few strands of hair fluttered across the delicate and picturesque face, and the eyes were like the azure ocean, deep and bright, revealing intelligence and innocence.

The tall and elegant nose bridge, coupled with lips as soft and delicate as rose petals, makes people's heart beat faster at just one look.

In addition, Karl has grown a lot taller in the past year, with a tall figure and skin as delicate and smooth as porcelain.

Under the reflection of the sunlight, it exudes a faint luster, like a carefully carved work of art.

In terms of clothing, she wore an American high school uniform blazer, a brown plaid pleated skirt, and a pair of over-the-knee white stockings.

Enough to attract everyone's attention.

And I don’t know if it was the makeup on the corners of the eyes that made Karl feel uncomfortable, or if it was because of something else, the slightly furrowed brows.

Just like pouring some slightly bitter chocolate on a sweet dessert, it enriches the taste and adds a bit of charm.

"It's perfect, you're so adorable kid."

Looking at Carl in front of him, Wenda Rozier could no longer suppress the joy in his heart and directly hugged him into his arms.

He stretched out his hands and ruffled the other's smooth long hair, praising her desperately.

"You're cuter than you were before you were 10 years old. I can guarantee that any boy would be shocked when he sees you in this makeup."

"You will definitely go crazy for it, and even fight for love on the spot. You don't even need to say anything, just standing there is enough to attract everyone's attention."

"Then I really have to thank you." Carl, who was tortured to death, said gritting his teeth.

But when he broke free from Wenda's embrace, he accidentally caught a glimpse of himself in the makeup mirror and couldn't help feeling a little amazed.

But after being amazed, he also felt a little bit of fear. He was very aware of the terrifying charm of his body.

With the addition of makeup, which is considered the most evil magic mastered by Muggles, my face now looks like this.

It is no longer possible to describe her beauty as stunning as a bewitching woman; she is simply an enchantress. He is now very suspicious.

If I really appear in front of those people with this makeup, it will bring me a lot of trouble.

So he immediately turned around and looked at Aunt Wenda, who was still quite proud of her makeup skills, and spoke in a firm tone.

"No, this is absolutely not okay. I have to change my makeup. I only have one request, make my makeup look uglier."

"What did you say?" Wenda put away the smile on his face, turned around and looked at Carl with an incredulous look, and looked him up and down carefully.

He shook his head firmly.

"You are putting it in a difficult position for me. No matter how great an artist is, he can only make a piece of stone as ugly as possible."

"The carving is as close to the flower as possible. No one would try to turn the beautiful flowers into mud in the stinking ditch."

"I don't have that kind of artistic level, kid. Besides, your beauty doesn't need to be covered up. Let's put on the makeup that it deserves."

After that, without allowing Carl to object, Wenda Rozier pushed him back onto the dressing table.

She picked up the makeup brush beside her and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Close your eyes child, and when you open them again, you will get what you want."

"Really?" Carl looked up at the other person with some doubt.

Wenda Rozier did not answer him, but just stroked the other's head with a smile.

Like a skilled keeper, he calms the red panda with its fur standing on end.

Karl did not resist at all. He closed his eyes quietly and felt the light and gentle movement on his face.

Until I heard an exclamation of praise.

"It's perfect, open your eyes."

Karl slowly opened his eyes and looked at the "her" in the makeup mirror, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Her face was like finely carved ivory, with elegant and clear features, and her long black hair was tied into a complex and elegant bun.

The feminine softness is restrained to bring a sense of toughness, with the finishing touch being Wenda Rozier in the left corner of Carl's eye.

A beauty spot was drawn with a black eyebrow pencil, giving this already perfect face a chilling feeling.

"Put on this suit, the effect will be more obvious."

Wenda Rozier took out a set of black witch robes from the closet beside her, which was different from the gorgeous long dresses she had worn before.

The color of this dress is deep black, and it looks even more elegant when paired with patterns embroidered with pure silver.

Karl took his clothes and walked into the dressing room nearby. After changing his clothes, he came to the makeup mirror again.

With the help of the pair of red high heels on his feet, Carl, who is already tall, looks even more oppressive.

The black wizard robe was embellished with intricate embroidery and sparkling gems, with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on the left chest.

The makeup that sets off Karl's current look brings a sense of royal dignity and majesty.

"I feel like something is still missing." Carl looked at himself in the mirror and said thoughtfully.

Then he took out the frameless glasses that he had used to hide his identity from his ring.

When this pair of frameless glasses is worn on the high bridge of the nose, it is as if a bright North Star suddenly lights up in the dark sky.

The pair of blue eyes hidden by the glasses no longer had any trace of gentleness.

Those eyes were like the ice of Siberia, containing only endless coldness.

"That's much better." Carl, who was wearing glasses, nodded with satisfaction. This makeup was in line with the temperament of a leader.

There is enough sense of oppression and alienation, which should be able to avoid some trouble.

But just when Carl looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but admire himself.

Wenda Rozier looked at the boy in front of him and suddenly said with a smirk.

“It is indeed beautiful, but it is useless to admire it by yourself. Beautiful flowers need viewers to see them.”

"Let us invite some audience, and as to your appearance, I think Mr. Diggory is the best person to speak of."