Chapter 116 Carl, the Deceitful Father
After Carl's reminder, I felt embarrassed when I pushed the door open at first, and was almost heartbroken by the other party's words.
Dumbledore, whose emotions were fluctuating greatly, suddenly felt that he was indeed old and that he had been too kind to this little bastard.
Why should I explain so much? I came here to ask for an explanation, but I was led into a trap by the other party with just a few words.
This feeling of being completely controlled was felt again by the old man half a century later.
This feeling was very bad, so he, who had almost died suddenly just now, immediately vented his anger.
He pointed his finger at Carl and asked loudly.
"By the way, you dare to say that any deception by a child is unforgivable. How could you deceive an old man?"
"Using my name to run your business, my personal reputation is of course insignificant, but for the honor of Hogwarts."
"This is a huge loss, you must stop this behavior immediately."
Faced with this well-reasoned questioning, Carl seemed to take it completely lightly.
He just squinted his eyes calmly, looked at the furious old man in front of him, thought for a moment and then spoke in a low voice.
"You came to me for something so important. Why didn't you tell me earlier? How could I not answer you?"
"But before I answer this question, I want to make one thing clear. You want me to help Hogwarts restore its reputation."
"Or to help you personally."
"Is this important?" Dumbledore was a little confused, and his heart skipped a beat.
Because every time this bastard boy shows this half-smile, I always get cheated.
His keen intuition told him that what was going to happen next would definitely not be good.
Before he could open his mouth, Cedric, who was standing beside him, was attracted by the conversation between the two and asked curiously.
"Then what are you going to do if it's about the reputation of Hogwarts."
"It's very easy." Carl shook his finger, looking confident, and then pointed at Dumbledore.
"As long as Principal Dumbledore resigns as the headmaster of Hogwarts, all this will have nothing to do with Hogwarts."
"I'll find a few random people to write a few articles in the Daily Prophet, saying that Headmaster Dumbledore is poor in his old age and obsessed with money."
"Or rather, it reveals his true nature. He wants to make a fortune by relying on his reputation at the end of his life. After these gossips draw attention away, I guarantee that the reputation of the school will not be affected in any way."
Sure enough, after listening to this bastard saying such heartless words with an expressionless face, Dumbledore covered his chest with his hands for the second time.
I was so angry that I couldn't utter a word.
At the same time, it was not until this moment that he began to doubt whether his idea of bringing Carl into Hogwarts was really due to his head being squeezed by the door.
After thinking it over, he could only direct all his resentment toward a person whose name he could not reveal.
It’s all that guy’s fault. It must be his genes that are at work. Otherwise, with my own genes, I would never have had such a rebellious child.
And just when the headmaster of Hogwarts was about to die of a stroke due to excessive anger and sadness.
A cry, like the sunshine in winter, shone into the old man's sad heart.
Only Cedric came out and denied it.
"No, Headmaster Dumbledore must not leave Hogwarts, and Hogwarts cannot lose Headmaster Dumbledore."
These words were spoken so firmly, and coupled with Cedric's expression, Dumbledore, who was standing by, felt warm in his heart just by looking at them.
Carl, who was sitting opposite the two of them, just looked at Cedric strangely, then rolled his eyes and spoke casually.
"Of course. Without the diploma signed by the greatest white wizard of this century, something is missing after all."
"But don't worry, I can make special arrangements for you. Even if the other party resigns, I can still issue your diploma."
"Really? Then I feel relieved." Carl's acting was so good that his words sounded like casual chat.
It also made Cedric, who was innocent and kind, speak out his true feelings instantly.
After saying that, Dumbledore couldn't help but clench his hands while touching his chest. His heart, which had just been warm, now felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.
It was not until this moment that Cedric finally reacted and waved his hand at Dumbledore.
"No, that's not what I meant, Principal. Please don't misunderstand me. I...I really..."
But at this moment, how could Cedric, who was not good at speaking, explain what he had just said? He stuttered for a long time but couldn't finish a sentence.
Carl, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted.
"Well, there's nothing to do all day long, so there's no need to talk about that."
As he spoke, he took out his wand and waved it lightly. A notebook immediately flew from the desk behind him to the two men.
It floated in the air and automatically turned the pages. As the two watched, Carl explained.
"Look carefully, this is an official document from the Magic First Savings Bank, or a contract."
"It contains detailed records of how the funds earned from the cooperation with Headmaster Dumbledore will be distributed."
"In simple terms, all the profits obtained by Headmaster Dumbledore will be donated to Hogwarts free of charge, thus forming a foundation."
"Based on this foundation, the annual proceeds will regularly replace old teaching equipment for our school and provide scholarships for outstanding students."
Having said that, Karl also stood up from the sofa, staring at the two stunned people unhappily, and he first walked in front of Cedric.
He simply reached out and slapped the other person's head hard, then pointed to the side, and Cedric was hit.
He could only stand aside with a pout, then Carl walked to Dumbledore and spoke in a semi-seductive voice.
"What a great move, at the end of his career and even his life, he still did not forget to burn himself."
"He made his last contribution to the school he loved so much, and he would be burdened with many unnecessary rumors and malicious speculations."
"I remain unmoved. That ardent love will always belong to Hogwarts."
These words were said with such emotion that even Dumbledore, who was clearly being tricked, couldn't help but feel a little moved.
But after being moved, he quickly came to his senses, looked at Karl with some reproach and asked.
"Since you already had a plan, why didn't you inform me in advance? Do you think I'm a petty, vindictive, and unreasonable person?"
These words were said very sincerely, and Carl almost nodded in agreement automatically, but his reaction speed was obviously a level faster than Cedric's.
He quickly pretended to be surprised and looked at the other party and asked deliberately.
"That's not right. This document has your signature. I handed it to your office a long time ago."
"Put it at the end of the candy list I gave you. I think you were too busy with your work to notice it."
"It can't be that our beloved principal was so busy looking at those beautiful candy pictures that he hastily signed such an important document."
Carl looked at Dumbledore and gave him a warm smile, while Dumbledore's cheeks twitched wildly. He was silent for a long time before he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"Of course!"
Finally, in an atmosphere of "kindness and friendship", the misunderstanding between the two sides was resolved and Dumbledore was ready to leave.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might inexplicably sell his soul to this kid, but before leaving, he urged anxiously.
"Since you have a plan, implement it quickly and don't hurt the honor of Hogwarts."
But Carl disagreed and waved his hand.
"I know what's going on, but it's not the right time yet."
"Then how long do we have to wait?" Dumbledore said anxiously.
"Of course I will wait until your reputation is completely ruined. Without a reversal, how can there be a sensational effect? Without a sensational effect, how can I make money?"
A gentle smile hung on Carl's face. He looked at Dumbledore, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, and said with a shrug.
"If I don't make money, how can I establish the school's foundation? Everything is for Hogwarts, don't you think? Dear Headmaster!"
