Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

With this thought in mind, Dumbledore wanted to interrupt the conversation, but found that he couldn't get a word in.

Even making the slightest sound would result in a scolding.

It seemed that in these few minutes, no one in the room except myself remembered that I was the owner of this office.

He was the headmaster of Hogwarts, not that little bastard sitting in the headmaster's seat.

But this silent cry could only remain in his heart, and he could only watch the little bastard.

He introduced to several former headmasters from Ravenclaw his own transformation of optical magic and his idea of ​​using magic to transform human machines.

Several former headmasters from Gryffindor will talk about their understanding of sacrifice and courage.

Carl didn't need to use too many philosophical theories, he just needed to imagine himself as the male protagonist in some hot-blooded anime he had watched in his previous life.

Those childish lines, spoken in a performative tone, are enough to make these long-gone lions.

I wish I could pull out the arrow myself to vent my anger.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and he easily gained the approval of all the principals' paintings in the principal's office.

Even the fat lady couldn't help but straighten her back and slightly raise her chin, looking proud in front of everyone.

The principals of other colleges also cast envious expressions, as did Principal Blake, who was the first to speak and ask questions.

He did not mean to praise Carl at all, because he was still being pinned to the ground and beaten by the Gryffindor headmaster.

After dealing with the relationship between his future colleagues, Carl looked at Dumbledore, who was desperate.

Pretend like you just remembered it.

"I'm sorry, my dear principal, it seems that our conversation is not over yet. I was just enjoying the conversation so much that I ignored your presence."

"But I believe that with your heart as broad as the ocean, you will definitely not blame me. At the same time, these ten minutes are just enough for you to think calmly."

"Are you willing to cooperate with me? As long as you agree, I can help you deal with the next crisis that may occur in the British wizarding world."

"Absolutely not." Dumbledore gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the boy in front of him.

He didn't hate Karl very much. Although this little bastard was very rebellious and shameless, overall, at least personally, he liked this child.

But he just couldn't accept it. He had lived for more than a century, but he was still being controlled by this little bastard.

This feeling of being controlled is very uncomfortable, especially with that annoying smile on the other person's face.

Just like that old asshole I was on vacation with during the summer vacation, it's fine that I can't get the upper hand over him.

The old ones can't win and are controlled by the younger ones. It makes people angry just thinking about it.

On the other side, Carl saw that the other party rejected him again, so he continued to speak calmly with the same expression as before, pretending to remember something.

"Oh, by the way, in addition to the funds hidden by the British Ministry of Magic, I remember there should be another sum of money available to deal with these crises."

"Half of Gringotts' wealth. If you think about it carefully, you can at least settle your current accounts with this money. It seems that the money is kept in your old house."

"You can use it anytime you want. No need to thank me for reminding you. This is what I should do. Just tell me when someone asks after you use it."

"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, where did you get so much money? Where did such a huge amount of funds come from? If these questions can be effectively answered."

"I think there shouldn't be any problem. At the same time, I completely trust you, the greatest white wizard in the magic world of the Kingdom of Hell."

"The most intelligent headmaster of Hogwarts will surely be able to come up with a solution."

"Asshole, such an asshole, this asshole who got the advantage but still acts cute is exactly the same."

Dumbledore looked at Carl who was moved by his own performance and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

But Carl seemed to have thought of something and continued speaking as usual.

"But if you think about it carefully, this does not solve the crisis, it just delays the crisis."

"Even if you don't understand, I still want to say that the fundamental reason why this crisis broke out is nothing more than the growing material and cultural needs of wizards in the magical world."

"The fundamental contradiction with its slow-growing wages can be summed up in six words: too little."

"To simply use external forces to smooth out bad debts without adjusting the distribution structure is like adding fuel to the fire."

"But if we want so many people to have their incomes increase at the same time, there must be enough jobs and enough industries."

"I wonder who in the British wizarding world can provide so many jobs and build an industrial structure of such a scale?"

Dumbledore was silent. He had to admit that he had not thought about it so much before.

He also knew that he had been defeated miserably today and it was impossible for him to refute the friend in front of him.

The other party's reasons are impeccable, or that's what they say when the conflict develops to a certain stage.

The contradiction will transform and intensify, and attempts will be made to escape the contradiction or return to the state before the contradiction occurred.

All of these will become foolish behaviors that are in vain. The law of development of things is always spiral upward.

If we go backwards in history, we will eventually be crushed by the wheels of history.

He sighed deeply, turned around and went to his desk, took out the Elder Wand and tapped a corner of the desk.

Like a drop of water falling into the water, after a wave of magical ripples.

A pile of scrolls written on parchment appeared in front of the two.

Dumbledore gently pushed the scrolls in front of Carl and said helplessly with his head down.

"Take it, this is what you want."

"Have you been prepared for this?" Carl looked at the parchment scrolls and did not open them immediately. He asked with some confusion.

"Then why do you have to act so tough?"

"I can't explain it clearly." Dumbledore slowly raised his head, looked into Carl's eyes, and said in a somewhat tragic tone.

"Maybe I'm really unwilling to accept this. You know, I've lived for a very, very long time. It seems that all old people in the world have this feeling."

"When the world is no longer what you know it to be, they will instinctively fear and resist it."

"I used to laugh at the idea that as long as they didn't accept it, the world would go back to the way it was when they were young."

"But when it really happened to me, I was just as stupid as them."

After that, Dumbledore picked up a roll of parchment and handed it to Carl solemnly.

"The world is now in your hands."

Looking at the parchment in his hand, Carl was suddenly moved, and he just wanted to comfort Dumbledore.

But before he could open his mouth, the old man came out and changed the subject, revealing a gossipy smile.

"Okay, enough of the serious stuff, let's talk about this cake. You've solved my problem."

"But I'm afraid you're in big trouble, Mr. Hohenzollern."