Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Three days before Christmas, Carl, who had just finished class, was walking in the corridor on the way to the principal's office.

He looked at the little tail following him with some impatience.

"Dear Mr. Potter, could you please not follow me? I can assure you that Professor Snape certainly does not have the time to spare."

"Go think about the treasure in the secret room on the fourth floor. As for Ron who is in solitary confinement, I think the only way is to do it."

"Just try to keep your distance from him. If he can't help but hug you again, it won't be as simple as confinement."

Carl, standing at the door of the principal's office, looked at Harry in women's clothes with helplessness written all over his face.

Ever since Halloween night, when I was willful and cast a forgetfulness spell on all the teachers and students in the school.

In order to prevent that old man Dumbledore from coming to him to nag him again, Carl found him in advance to negotiate terms.

In order to make the whole thing smaller, Dumbledore initially acted like a headmaster.

He refused to let it go and said something harsh like, "Karl's behavior was extremely bad and must be dealt with seriously."

In the end, Carl offered 10 gold and velvet coins as compensation for each head (and gave it to the principal for distribution).

The old man reluctantly agreed, and also asked himself not to cause trouble in school again, saying that this was the last time.

After all, this guy still wanted to carry out his own evil plan of training a savior, so he became the old man's number one tool.

Professor Snape was forced to take on the role of villain again, which not only destroyed the little goodwill that he had cultivated with Harry, but also ruined it completely.

Moreover, he became the other party's number one suspect and was forced to embark on the path of playing the villain again.

As for Ron, it was just the other party's carelessness after Gryffindor won the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw.

He was a little too excited and hugged Harry, who had not yet removed the women's clothing spell.

The excitement and affection between them showed that Professor Snape had excellent self-control, as he didn't get hit with Avada Kedavra on the spot.

After sending Harry away with a few words, Carl calmly walked into the headmaster's office and glanced at Dumbledore who was sitting behind his desk eating candy.

He walked up to the other person in a very familiar manner, shaking his hands and speaking disdainfully.

"Okay, dear principal, you can leave now. I need to use this office. Please come back in an hour."

Dumbledore looked at Carl in surprise, carefully put away the candy, and stood up out of habit to leave.

But after walking up two steps, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly turned to look at Karl and asked puzzledly.

"That's not right, Mr. Hohenzollern. This seems to be my office. Didn't you promise not to cause trouble in school again?"

Facing Dumbledore's question, Carl sat in the headmaster's seat very naturally, raised his head and looked at him, chuckling.

"Dear Principal, I always keep my word. I promised you that I would not cause trouble in school."

"So I will use this office to receive guests from the Ministry of Magic. This is my target, the British wizarding community."

"It's not Hogwarts, please don't worry."

"It's good that it's not school. It's good that it's not school." Hearing this, Dumbledore seemed to be relieved. He nodded continuously and prepared to leave.

Just as he reached the door of the principal's office, he seemed to remember something, turned his head mechanically and looked at Karl and asked.

"Ministry of Magic, what is your connection with the Ministry of Magic, and what do you want to do in the British wizarding world? I will not allow you to mess around with things."

Dumbledore was a little nervous. He thought that Carl had been well behaved for two days and that the boy had finally grown up.

I stopped messing around, only to find that the other party just shifted their target, or they thought the existing stage was too small.

Hogwarts could no longer accommodate him, and he had shifted his goal from the school to the entire British wizarding world.

How long has he been in the wizarding world? How ambitious is he? Compared with Carl, Voldemort can be considered to be a law-abiding person.

Feelings of uneasiness continued to rise in Dumbledore's heart. The old man stood at the door of the principal's office, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Carl, who was sitting in the principal's seat, was quite dissatisfied with this, but after spending some time together, he also understood it very clearly.

This old man in front of me is soft-hearted and does not respond to hardship. We should give him some benefits to try.

So he pretended to be helpless and said.

"It's nothing, actually. It's just the fluorescent spell I improved before, and the spell for curing constipation."

"It has passed the certification of the International Confederation of Wizards and may be able to obtain a second-level Merlin Medal."

"So the Daily Prophet wanted to interview me, but I was very resistant to such high-profile behavior."

"If you disagree, Headmaster, I can refuse. But you will need to come forward to explain to Professor McGonagall."

After these two or three sentences, Dumbledore's expression became more and more complicated. How could he not know about this kind of thing? As the headmaster, how come he had not heard any news about this kind of thing?

And what the hell is that spell for curing constipation, considering what happened to Professor Quirrell.

Now he was still hiding in the corner of the infirmary corridor. Mrs. Pang Lei complained to him every day, suspecting that Professor Quirrell would not be able to accept the blow and would commit suicide secretly one day.

This little guy really wants to kill everyone. You know, The Daily Prophet is not the journal of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

That is the most famous newspaper in the entire British wizarding world. If it were to be published, Professor Quirrell's reputation would be completely ruined.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness like an old man. He shook his head helplessly and prepared to leave.

After all, he is the only outsider in the entire Hogwarts, and the other party can guarantee that he will not cause trouble in the school.

This is the best I can do. As for Professor Quirrell, please forgive me for being old.

Looking at Dumbledore's bleak back, Carl couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken. He wanted to call him and have a good chat with him.

I even had the idea of ​​letting Professor Quirrell go.

However, I didn't expect that the dog system that I hadn't seen for a long time in my mind would speak again.

[Congratulations to the host, you have learned the most important principle of villains, to kill them all, and issue a special mission. ]

[Kill someone and destroy their soul, completely discredit Professor Quirrell, and make him unable to make a comeback in the British wizarding world forever.]

[Special rewards, (universal passport and a magic phone)!!!]

Hearing this, the last bit of conscience in Carl's heart was defeated again in the face of huge profits. Carl was originally thinking about how to get a communication device.

So that I can move around more conveniently during Christmas, I didn’t expect the dog system to be so considerate.

Whatever you want, the other party will give it to you.

As for Professor Quirrell, I'm sorry, but you've been unlucky enough as it is, so you might as well make another sacrifice.

The real villain has the entire magical world in his mind. If one or two professors are destroyed, that's it.

If Professor Quirrell suffers any more, he will have to bear the blame himself.

Having completed the logical loop, Carl sat leisurely in the principal's seat. In less than a moment, under the leadership of Professor McGonagall.

A middle-aged woman with a curvaceous figure, wearing heavy makeup that makes it difficult to distinguish between human and animal, twisting her indistinguishable waistline.

Slowly walked into the principal's office.