Chapter 126 Happy Carl

After recalling the past, Grindelwald looked at Carl, whose eyes were almost falling on the golden key.

He chuckled, then waved his hand gently, using magic to send the two keys to the table next to the other person.

After the other party looked at it carefully, he said with some regret that he did not fight back.

"From what I understand, you have been obsessed with making money like crazy since you came into contact with the magical world."

"It was the same when you were in the United States. Now the wealth you have accumulated is enough to rival that of a family that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"Why are you still so obsessed with these things? What's the point of having so much wealth?"

Upon hearing this, Carl instantly became unhappy, and reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the two bunches of keys.

He looked at Grindelwald with disdain and shook his head.

"Sure enough, even at your level, many people in the wizarding world still know nothing about wealth, or the power of capital."

"Your thinking is too backward. It's only equivalent to the Middle Ages in the Muggle world. What I'm doing now is just like what I was doing in the Middle Ages."

"To use a historical term I learned, it's called the primitive accumulation of capital, when the wealth I can control is huge."

"Finally it reaches a sufficient order of magnitude that I can convert it into power of the same order of magnitude."

"And it will radiate to the entire magical world, turning all people into my slaves. This point has never changed."

Carl's words did not seem to impress Grindelwald. He just looked at him dimly and spoke calmly.

"Strength is the fundamental source of power. You are now much stronger than the little wizards of your age."

"But it is still far from the height it should be. Not to mention ruling the entire wizarding world, even to dealing with the rat hiding in this castle."

"I'm afraid that's far from enough. Basically, you'll probably die completely in one encounter."

“I know.” Karl did not refute, but nodded calmly, “So after you solve this problem, I will solve it right away.”

"Although I may not be able to reach your level, I think I am confident that I can kill a psychopath with a broken soul."

"Oh?" Grindelwald suddenly became interested. "What are you going to do? Have you learned some powerful magic that I don't even know about?"

Hearing this, Carl waved his hands very honestly.

"How is that possible? There is no such magic."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look out the window. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and he looked at the light shining on the ground.

He said calmly.

"Today is a full moon day, my luck should be better tonight."

"Luck?" Grindelwald was really confused.

But Carl didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore, so he told the other party all his plans.

And explained all the details to Grindelwald word for word.

After listening to all the plans, Grindelwald nodded with great satisfaction and gave high praise.

"The plan is very detailed, but there may be some troubles during the final trial, but don't worry too much."

"If things really get to the point where they can't be resolved, I will help you."

"Although I have been imprisoned for almost half a century, it is still not a big problem for me to control a small British Ministry of Magic."

Hearing this, Carl immediately smiled. This was the right feeling. He finally began to believe that he must be a time traveler.

I also started to have a backer, unlike that unreliable old man who only loved eating candy and was stingy.

When asking him to help her do something, he is always hesitant and hesitant.

At the same time, he had a thousand regrets in his heart. The adoption agreement was indeed signed a little too early, and this handsome old man in front of him.

Not ten thousand times stronger than an old bee. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Grindelwald with some resentment and sighed.

"Why didn't you show up earlier? I wouldn't have to work with such an unreliable guy."

Carl originally thought that the other party would join him in complaining about Dumbledore's unreliability.

But he didn't expect Grindelwald to just smile and said nonchalantly.

"Al, you do worry too much. It's just a little naughty. It's still very likable."

As soon as he finished speaking, Karl prepared to leave, because seeing the other person's beaming smile, he didn't want to hear the rest of the words.

As a result, he couldn't eat tonight, so he quickly asked Grindelwald to remove the magical restraints on him.

Then the two keys on the table disappeared without a trace, and he suddenly appeared at the door like a flash.

He turned around and said with the door half open.

"It would be superfluous for me to hear what you are going to say next. Don't forget what you promised me. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he stood up and left, quickly closing the door in one go, leaving Grindelwald alone sitting in the office.

He muttered to himself somewhat sullenly.

"What a rude brat, he has no regard for the emotional needs of the elderly."

However, after complaining, he stood up and prepared to return to the role he was supposed to play.

But when he stood up, he found a color photo on the seat where Carl had just sat.

Inside was an old man who had just had his hair cut. He was admiring himself in the mirror, his unique and exaggerated hairstyle, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He bent down to pick up the photo, looked at it with a smile on his face, and at the same time turned the photo over with telepathy.

Sure enough, I wrote this paragraph later.

"This is your Christmas present. Although it's a little late, I think you will like it. It can also be used as a handle."

"We must make sure that old man leaves the castle obediently on that day."

Looking at the witty text, Grindelwald smiled contentedly.

At the same time, he carefully put the photo into his shirt pocket, the one closest to his heart.

"You still don't trust me a little bit, and you even gave me a handle. It's really cute, but it's really unnecessary."

"I have enough leverage to deal with Al."

On the other side, Carl, who had gained a lot, returned to his dormitory with light and agile steps.

Weighing the heavy golden key in my hand, I felt extremely happy.

At the same time, I felt a rare sense of sadness because I had put so much effort and hard work into Hogwarts and my dear classmates.

He finally got something for nothing, and a deep joy surged in his heart, so much so that before he entered the dormitory.

He forgot to knock on the door and instead kicked it open. As a result, something so white that it was blinding came towards him.

Under the sunlight, the sweat of hard work flows through the ravines, which is the boy's soft yet strong abdomen.

The light shining on the snow-white skin is so dazzling, matched with the belated redness on both sides of the face.

But it was a delicious meal. Carl looked at Cedric who was exercising with his upper body naked, and stood there awkwardly for a while.

It was not until the sun went down and night fell that Cedric, who was sitting on his bed with his back to Karl, said unhappily the first words between them since Karl entered the room.

"Don't you have anything you want to say?"

Carl, who was sitting at his desk, seemed to have just woken up from a dream and was looking at the round moon outside the window.

He immediately stood up, walked over to Cedric and patted him on the shoulder.

Cedric then slowly turned his head, ready to accept the other party's apology.

Unexpectedly, Karl pointed at the gate and spoke in a firm tone.

"go out!!"