Chapter 239: Helpless Dumbledore

"Is there such a magical magic?"

After listening to Carl's explanation, Cedric suddenly shouted excitedly, and his eyes turned into stars when he looked at Dumbledore.

The feelings of admiration and curiosity were palpable.

“This one? This one… this one…”

Being stared at with such admiring eyes by his own student, Dumbledore suddenly became so nervous that he broke out in a sweat and stammered for a long time without being able to utter a word.

Seeing this scene, Carl, who was standing by, immediately showed his signature smirk and spoke slowly.

"The principal may have over-complicated the matter and may want to explain it to you from an academic professional perspective."

"It's actually not that complicated at all. I can explain it to you again. The magic is very simple."

"It comes from the purest human emotion, which is..."

"Shut up!!"

Just as that word was about to be uttered, a roar echoed throughout the bedroom.

The powerful magic of the top wizard was fully demonstrated at this moment, and Carl was frightened by this sudden anger.

He looked at Dumbledore somewhat awkwardly.

"It seems that I have said too much. It is better to wait for the principal to personally announce such advanced magic."

"Come out!!"

Dumbledore had a dark face and pointed at the corridor outside the door. A terrifying aura emanated from his whole body.

Carl looked at Dumbledore who was on the verge of going berserk, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, then turned to look at Cedric.

But I found that this fool was looking to the left at the angry Dumbledore like a curious Teletubbies.

Looking at Carl on the right, who was standing there in a daze, he seemed to be completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere.

Seeing that there was no hope in trying to adjust the atmosphere through this guy, Carl could only follow Dumbledore helplessly.

I closed the door and went downstairs to the living room.

"Tell me, where did these two bags of gold coins come from?"

As soon as they got downstairs, Dumbledore took the lead and pointed at the two mountaineering bags on the table and roared angrily.

"I don't know. Don't ask me."

Carl denied it three times in a row, slowly sat down on the chair next to the table, took out a gold Galleon from his backpack and played with it in his hand.

The glittering gold coins danced flexibly between his fingers, just like Carl's eloquent words.

"I slept in this house until the afternoon. Just a few minutes ago, a short, fat man with a wretched face came in."

"He came to this house with these two bags, saying that he wanted to present them to his dearest principal."

"When I heard it was a gift for you, I had no intention of refusing it, so I just let him put it casually on the table in the living room."

"Any questions?"

"What's the problem?" Dumbledore was so angry about this that his blood pressure rose again, and the finger pointing at Carl was trembling a little.

"You've gone too far, Mr. Hohenzollern. You robbed Gringotts in broad daylight and even used violence to kill countless lives."

"You have violated the oath you once made."

“Watch your words.” Carl played with the gold coins with his signature smirk on his face.

"I didn't rob Gringotts. As far as I know, the person who robbed Gringotts was Peter Pettigrew. He even left his name before he left."

"It's really sad that you use such a vicious mentality to speculate about your own children, my dear mother."

"What did you say?" Dumbledore was completely furious. "Who told you how you addressed me?"

"Does it matter who it is?" Carl still had a smile on his face as he threw the gold galleon in his hand back into his backpack.

Then he pushed two bags of heavy gold coins in front of the other party.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to acknowledge my name. I already know it anyway. It's all I want to know."

"As for your desire for another title, that may require some price, after all, the owner of that title."

"But it cost a lot of money. Of course, I believe you have the financial resources. For example, these two bags of gold coins are enough."

"enough."

Dumbledore slammed the table angrily and pointed at the two black mountaineering bags.

"This dirty money has no place in this room and must be returned to its rightful owners."

"Of course." Carl's face was honest, and he didn't have any intention of trying to keep her.

He pointed at the two bags of gold coins and spoke in a firm tone.

"I just didn't know at first that the short fat man was Peter Pettigrew, otherwise I would never allow him to bring such dirty money into this house."

"Now that the situation has been clarified, this ill-gotten gains should of course be returned to its original owner, but considering that I am a minor."

"This mistake may not even be considered illegal, but I don't have the right to proceed with the next step."

"You are the only adult man in this house, so please return the money to the owners."

Hearing what Carl said, Dumbledore's expression finally looked better, but he had just reached out for the two backpacks.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he stopped his hand in mid-air, looked at Carl with a puzzled look, and asked half-doubtfully.

"Are you sure you want to return the money? You won't stop it?"

"What kind of words are these? They are very hurtful to people's feelings."

Carl yelled angrily, and the grief and anger on his face moved everyone who saw it.

He said righteously.

"Returning stolen property is a virtue that a good student of Hogwarts should have, but it is also a virtue that a good student of Hogwarts should have as well as your child."

"I have to warn you again. A powerful dark wizard suddenly appeared and robbed Gringotts, which is known as the safest place."

"It seems very unreasonable that the stolen money appeared in your house out of nowhere. If the money is taken out now and made public."

“It may cause your excellent reputation to be challenged or even considered as an accomplice.”

"accomplice!!"

Dumbledore screamed uncontrollably.

"This is slander, total slander, and no one should think this way."

"Of course." Carl began to perform comforting, speaking in a tone that showed consideration for the other person.

"No one should think so, but in the previous incidents, your reputation has been subjected to some unwarranted accusations."

"There's an old saying in the Eastern countries, it's easy to dodge an open spear but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. You never know if someone will take advantage of this situation and then you'll end up with something bad with good intentions."

“This…this…”

Looking at the two black mountaineering bags, Dumbledore had already guessed that the boy said this just to keep the two bags of gold coins.

But he had to admit that what the other party said made sense, and the two bags of money had become a hot potato.

If he doesn't hand it over, it will be very troublesome. If he hands it over, it will be even more troublesome. Thinking about this, Dumbledore was extremely depressed.

He could only stare at Karl and speak in a blaming tone.

"Then you shouldn't kill people. Even if you don't recognize that the lives of those goblins are lives, what about the innocent person in the Leaky Cauldron?"

"He is just an ordinary wizard who is about to get married and have his own family. You are going too far."

"I must stress again that I have not left this house."

Carl's expression was serious as he took out a bottle of reddish-brown potion from two black mountaineering bags.

He placed the medicines on the table and spoke in a calm tone.

"When the fat man came, he specifically said that he did not kill the wizard. The killing curse was just a disguised sleeping spell."

"It just needs a special potion to remove it. The potion is here now."