Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Very good, dear grandfather, it's time for you to change your dress."

"The style of this suit is very good, and I like the obvious hip-lifting effect of this suit the most."

Karl sits on a leather sofa in the VIP lounge at the Huntsman store in London.

Looking at Dumbledore, who was wearing a brown shirt, trousers and a black vest, he gave his own evaluation with a smile on his face.

This suit shop was founded in 1849 and is a very famous custom suit shop in London. It once provided services to the British royal family.

Normally, most of these luxury stores adopt a membership system. When the clerk saw an old man with a little white horse with sunshine and rainbow on his head.

When they and an elegant blond boy walked in, I thought they were a death rock band from some tavern.

He was very contemptuous and refused to serve two people. Of course, this was his attitude.

After Carl made a phone call and gave a tip of 10,000 pounds, it simply became "Sir, please come in."

The store manager walked up to Karl attentively, opened the solid wooden box in his hand, and said with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect you to be the Duke of Camino's partner, Mr. Hohenzollern. Please accept our sincere apology."

"We are working as quickly as possible to make suits for you and your grandfather, but we still need your patience for a while."

"In the meantime, please enjoy a cigar. If you need any drinks, I'll have them delivered right away."

Don't hit a smiling person. Seeing that this guy was so sensible, Carl didn't make things difficult for him. He picked up a cigar at random and said with a smile.

"A glass of sherry, thank you. There's no need to be so formal. I still like your previous serious and elegant look. Recover."

Hearing this, the store manager's bent back instantly straightened up, and he elegantly placed the cigar box on the small table next to Carl.

He adjusted his exquisite Windsor tie, held his head high and turned away.

Looking at the other person's back, Carl smiled slightly and knocked the Kuiba cigar in his hand against his boots to make the tobacco inside more compact.

Then he picked up the cigar cutter and prepared to cut the back of the cigar, but before he could do anything, Dumbledore's voice of reproach was rang out.

"You can't be a kid like this. There's a no smoking sign on the wall. You can't be unruly like this."

Hearing this, Carl raised his head slightly and smiled at Dumbledore, who had just acted as a "dressing Barbie doll".

There was no sign of stopping his hands as he neatly cut the back of the cigar without using any matches.

Use magic directly to light the cigar.

Then, while savoring the aroma of pine and nuts from the cigar, he spoke softly through the white smoke.

"Please don't be so rigid, my dear principal. There are nearly 1,000 million people living in London, but only a small number of them can walk into this store and spend money."

"But only less than 1% of them do. Once they step into the door of this store, most of the rules of this city will no longer apply to them."

As he spoke, Carl took a deep puff of the cigar in his hand, then raised his head and exhaled the smoke, watching the white smoke rings slowly drifting towards the roof.

"So please stop saying that, just sit back and enjoy your service."

Dumbledore's expression suddenly turned ugly. He didn't like Carl's answer, but he also knew that he couldn't refute him.

So he slowly sat next to Karl and asked softly.

"What about you, kid? Do you want to be that kind of person too?"

"Of course not." Carl said calmly, continuing to look up and enjoy his cigar.

"I have no interest in so-called privileges. Deep down, I prefer equal transactions."

“Enjoying privileges is a very dangerous behavior. Every time you use your privileges, you actually incur a debt for your future.”

"When the debt accumulates to a certain extent, it will always deduct the principal plus interest from you in ways you never expected."

"Hasn't human history proved this? Those nobles and princes who enjoyed privileges not only lost their crowns in the end."

"And he lost his own head. This is the price of privilege."

After saying that, Carl slowly lowered his head and put out the cigar, which was less than a quarter of the way through, in the ashtray beside him.

"Only the first half of this cigar tastes good. I don't like the second half, which always has a decadent smell."

"And your dear principal, don't be like the second half of this cigar, be happy."

"Didn't I give you another wonderful Christmas present?"

Seeing Carl change the subject, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became strange. He hesitated for a long time and said in a sulky tone.

"Then I really have to thank you, Mr. Hohenzollern. I understand that you gave me a suit."

"But if you give me that specially made ladies' evening dress, wouldn't it be a bit too abrupt?"

Hearing this, Karl immediately spread his hands and said helplessly.

"You can't blame me for this, Principal. I said I like equal transactions. You signed the adoption agreement and paid the price I wanted."

"Then I must pay you what I think is an equal return, whether it is this colorful hairstyle or enough clothes to suit all occasions."

"This is all necessary. You told me that you had someone you loved, but you didn't say whether he was a man or a woman. In this case, I have to be prepared for both scenarios."

“I will only make my customers satisfied forever.”

Such shameless and high-sounding words made Dumbledore really angry and he had no place to vent his anger. He could only deliberately move to the other side of the sofa.

He deliberately distanced himself from Karl to express his dissatisfaction, but of course this dissatisfaction did not last long.

When the account manager pushed a small food cart and placed five layers of afternoon tea desserts in front of Dumbledore, he spoke attentively.

"This is afternoon tea prepared specially for you by Mr. Hohenzollern. According to his instructions, all desserts have double sugar."

These words surprised Dumbledore. He slowly picked up a piece of dessert and was about to taste it when he found a note under the cake.

it reads.

"Thank you for being willing to accompany me in my willfulness, my dear family."

Looking at the text, the old man couldn't help but feel a little moved. He turned around and wanted to ease the relationship with Karl.

But he found that the little bastard had walked to the center of the store without him knowing, and was with the owner of the women's clothing store who came to deliver an evening dress.

They looked at the custom-made evening gowns together, and then said with disdain.

"The design is too conservative. The evening gown covers too much area. There has to be more exposure. Who are you looking down on?"

"I'm going to give it to that person, but she's an extremely beautiful woman, so of course I want to fully display the beauty to the world."

After saying this, Carl deliberately turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, who was holding a cake in his hand with his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

I deliberately waved my hands, signaling the other person not to speak, and at the same time gave the other person a look that said "I understand".

On the other side, Dumbledore's emotions suddenly fluctuated drastically, and he gave up the idea of ​​easing up before.

He was completely forgotten about it, and at the same time, in his mind, he strangled all the feelings he had for this guy and flushed them down the toilet.

Carl was not panicked at all. In fact, he could figure it out even with his toes. Dumbledore was willing to accompany him in doing all this.

Because he would not refuse himself. Otherwise, who would have the ability to force the greatest white wizard of this century to do something he didn't want to do.

After all, this old guy is not only a lonely old man who longs for family affection, but also a completely good person.

The good guy will be pointed at gunpoint. Now that it has come to this, he might as well earn some more points for himself.