Chapter 133: Frank Communication and the Ministry of Magic Crisis

When Carl suddenly heard Professor Snape ask this, he did not feel embarrassed, but just licked his lips subconsciously.

The refreshing taste of strawberry and passion fruit made his old face blush.

Fortunately, he is now as popular as a cooked shrimp, and there is no apparent change. He took several deep breaths to cover up his embarrassment.

Carl decided to fight back, he looked up at Professor Snape and asked angrily.

"Dear professor, whether it's the first time we met or the almost one year we've been together."

"I have always believed that you are an extremely professional person who is above vulgarity, but why is it that every time when we are alone together?"

"You always ask embarrassing questions like this. You care so much about my private life. What good does it do you?"

"No." Professor Snape answered decisively, and slowly walked to the seat next to Carl and sat down.

He turned to look at the other person and spoke in an unusually calm tone.

“It’s because without these findings, you’re a little too unhuman.”

"Just talk, why are you swearing?" Carl's cheek twitched, and he looked at Professor Snape with even more confusion.

"I'm not a human, am I a monster?"

"I can't judge that." Professor Snape remained calm under Carl's puzzled gaze.

After thinking for a while, he said quietly.

"Maybe the words I used just now were a little inaccurate. I should describe you like this, except when you're with your senior."

"Your behavior during other time periods really cannot be called that of a person, because you get along with everyone, no matter if they are your classmates from the same college."

"You are still that old fellow Dumbledore. You are acting consciously or unconsciously. You are suppressing your true thoughts all the time."

"Wearing a mask in front of everyone, like a perfect puppet, all the images you present are filled with a sense of hypocrisy and emptiness."

Carl was silent. He withdrew his gaze from Professor Snape and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Professor Snape was also very cooperative. He sat there in silence and did not interrupt.

The two of them sat quietly until the blush all over Carl's body slowly faded away, and then he slowly spoke.

"thanks for caring."

Professor Snape nodded slightly in response and continued to wait, but Carl did not continue.

After the two of them sat quietly for a while, Professor Snape, feeling a little embarrassed, slowly turned his head and looked at the other person puzzledly and asked.

"What's next? Is it really just a thank you? This is not in line with your character."

"Shouldn't you mock me right after thanking me?"

"There's no need." Carl smiled slightly, looked up at Professor Snape, and said calmly.

"That was a sincere thank you just now. You are much more sensitive than some old guy who only knows how to eat candy."

"I'm glad to work with you, and that's true, if you're not used to that kind of sincerity."

"It's not that I can't make fun of you. For example, you are so sensitive to his inner thoughts."

"Why did I fail in my relationship back then? That's why I should not be too smart. If you are too smart, you may end up losing everything."

Carl's ridicule was deadly, piercing directly into the most vulnerable part of Professor Snape's heart.

This perfect machine seemed to have an overvoltage reaction, but Carl was also a good listener.

He stood aside quietly, waiting for the other party's response.

Professor Snape sat there calmly, his deep face showing no change of expression at all.

But the tense muscles in his neck showed that he was not at peace inside.

Carl looked at each other quietly, looking at this strong man in front of him, the first person he met when he entered the British wizarding world.

His first impression of Professor Snape was that he was a completely cold-blooded person, coupled with his memories of his past life.

He had always regarded the man in front of him as a perfect machine and sculpture, but unfortunately this perfect work of art.

There is a fatal crack, so he will try his best to torment the other party, regardless of the other party's greasy hairstyle.

Poor taste in clothes, because he knows very well that if a person wants to break through the high wall in his heart.

First of all, you must make changes to your inherent appearance as much as possible.

Just like a monk has to shave his head when he becomes a monk, that seemingly boring process is like a sharp chisel.

He knocked hard on the high wall in the man's heart again and again, and forcibly opened a small hole in the wall.

Let the light that has been isolated outside the wall for a long time shine into the dark heart again.

That's right, my idea is so great, and it is definitely not for the purpose of completing that damn task or for those insignificant rewards.

"Thank you for your concern as well, but my persistence will never change." Professor Snape spoke softly, but his voice was a little hoarse.

And it seemed that nothing had changed about what Carl had just said.

Carl didn't care. Before, he might not allow himself to have a partner with such obvious loopholes.

But now, after this short conversation, he didn't seem to care too much, after all, he was in bed now.

Isn't it also a loophole of your own that you are sleeping in?

So he changed the subject back on track and asked calmly.

"Well, we should know when to stop when communicating from the bottom of our hearts. After all, we are pouring out our hearts to an old man."

"I always felt that it was a little out of my taste. Of course, I didn't mean to disparage your appearance."

"You are very handsome now after making the changes. If you go for a full skin care treatment during the summer vacation, your appearance will probably be even better."

"Tell me, you asked me to come here, is there any problem that you need me to solve?"

After the familiar sarcastic feeling returned, there was only a trace of gentleness left on Professor Snape's gloomy face.

He immediately strangled it to death with his own hands, and replaced it with the same sour face as before.

He took out a document from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is a document I just received from the British Ministry of Magic. They will send an inspection team to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"Nominally, it's to investigate the education situation at Hogwarts, but I think you should know better than me what they actually want to do."

Hearing this, Karl didn’t even open the document, but just gently placed it on the table.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the emblem of the British Ministry of Magic on the cover of the document and spoke calmly.

"Of course I know this. After all, it is the first savings bank in the wizarding world and has been open for almost three months."

"According to the 7% profit share, the British Ministry of Magic only received 176 gold Galleons, which is indeed a little less."

"But there is nothing I can do. I don't participate in the actual management. These are all calculated by the accountants. What can I do?"

Professor Snape had a dark face and looked at the other person with squinted eyes. The last bit of emotion that was left in his heart was completely strangled by his own hands.

This guy really hasn't changed. He changes when money is mentioned, even though I don't understand the internal situation.

But we can use a simple mathematical model to derive the bank's daily customer flow and average business amount.

A simple calculation shows that on average over the past three months, this bank's monthly income must have been at least 10 gold galleons.

30% of 70 is at least 21, but the Ministry of Magic only got less than 1% of what it deserved. It would be strange if they didn't get angry.

However, considering that the two of them were in a cooperative relationship, he still spoke to persuade them.

"You seem to take it a little too lightly, so the British Ministry of Magic is indeed a bunch of rubbish during Voldemort's time."

"It has no effect at all. Although they have no ability to solve the crisis, they are good at making money by using the crisis as an excuse."

"Not only do they exist, but they are also very big. If you touch their cheese, they will not let you go easily."