Chapter 57: Entering the Principal's Office for the Second Time

A week had passed since that night when he had taken Hermione to task.

This week was the quietest week Carl had experienced since he entered Hogwarts.

The energetic girl never bothered him again and took the initiative to ask to join his team.

He acted as the accountant for the entire team and started working for himself.

But in Hermione's own words.

"I'm definitely not giving in to you, it's just because I need money now. I want to buy more books."

"Then read it carefully. I will definitely be able to find evidence to refute what you said to me before."

"I must prove that this world is not what you said it is. There must be a way to make this world a better place."

Carl expressed his happiness at this rebellious behavior, as he already had many blind followers.

This kind of outstanding talent who likes to learn and think independently is what he needs now.

So he offered Hermione a very high salary, 2% of the total revenue.

This made Cedric very unconvinced. He felt that he was not valued, so he was in a bad mood for a few days.

However, when he saw Miss Beaver's abnormal learning ability.

And after seeing the extremely professional accounting skills, I could only express my admiration.

After all, not everyone can make a daily net profit of thousands of Galleons from gaming revenue.

The daily profit is less than fifty gold galleons, and there is even the possibility of losses.

So today, when Carl took the initiative to come to the headmaster's office for the first time to report to Dumbledore about this week.

Hearthstone, the magic card game, is on sale at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was completely shocked. He even thought that his eyes were blurry. After checking it carefully many times.

Looking at Karl, who was sitting opposite him, crossing his legs and looking contented, he asked with an incredible look on his face.

"You mean, in this week, your game that was extremely popular, with each pack of cards selling for up to one Galleon?"

"I only made 60 gold galleons in a week, and if we take into account the special cards prepared for the teacher, the cost will be recalculated."

"You've lost 400 gold Galleons. According to the 200- split principle, the school will give you kilograms of gold Galleons. Is that what you mean?"

Dumbledore is in a bad state. He is old, but he doesn't have Alzheimer's.

How could he possibly believe such an account, but Karl on the side argued convincingly.

"What are you talking about? Would I lie to you? Principal, how can you be so untrusting of others?"

"I have complete and detailed accounts here, and they are available for inspection at any time. Anyone can be asked to investigate."

As he spoke, Karl changed his expression to one of caring for others, and sighed deeply.

"There's no need to pay for anything like that. After all, my main purpose in making this game is to benefit my family."

"It's semi-charitable. If you pay too much attention to money, it's a bit unnecessary, but even if it's my subsidy to the school."

"You don't have to thank me too much. This is what I should do."

Upon hearing this, the look of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes almost shattered the lenses of his glasses.

He looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief, thinking, how could they be so alike?

This kind of weak sense of morality, eloquence, and the feeling of manipulating others is so familiar.

Carl on the side was also helpless, he also had his own unspeakable secrets, after all, the dog system calculation principles.

The requirement is that every penny earned from classmates must go into your own pocket to count.

This made him feel very embarrassed. It was not that he was a bad student, but there was a bad thing in his mind.

Besides, his share was not much, only 95%, and the landlord had no surplus food.

I can only endure the hardship in school and bear the blame myself.

On the other side, in Dumbledore's mind, the almost forgotten memory was awakened again.

Last time, Lao Deng was very unhappy, so the old man spoke in a rare sarcastic tone.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hohenzollern, for everything you have done for the school."

"You always surprise me. I wonder what brings you here today."

Hearing this, Karl snapped his fingers and pretended to have just remembered it.

He stood up and walked to the principal's desk, waved his hand gently, and saw a pile of bound papers.

Suddenly, the entire principal's desk was piled with papers. He pointed at the papers, changed his expression again, and complained in an extremely disappointed tone.

"President, I have always respected you and other professors very much, but some shameless things have happened in this school."

"It is really unbearable for me. My strong sense of morality and justice drives me to disregard the etiquette between teachers and students."

"I'm here to formally inform you that I have filed a lawsuit with the Ministry of Magic regarding Professor Binns' labor rights."

"This is our litigation material. I hope you can read every page carefully."

"what?????"

The old face was full of question marks. Dumbledore looked as if he had seen a ghost. He first looked at Carl, who had a righteous face.

He looked at the papers on his desk again. There were so many of them that they were enough to bury himself.

My brain, which had just had a good rest this week, was unable to function again and remained silent for a long time.

He asked with some disbelief.

"Are you sure you are not talking nonsense? Mr. Hohenzollern, Hogwarts has a history of thousands of years since its establishment."

"No student has ever taken the school as a whole to court."

"You really opened my eyes."

"What are you talking about?" Carl still maintained his great and glorious image and refuted righteously.

"In the face of injustice, we must have the courage to fight back. Isn't this the purpose of Gryffindor House?"

"Isn't this the courage you always talk about? You graduated from Gryffindor, have you forgotten all this?"

You are from Hufflepuff House!!! What does Gryffindor's courage have to do with you?

Dumbledore roared madly in his heart, but now he had to maintain the reputation of the school.

If this really happened and the students sued the school, Minerva would definitely force me not to eat sweets for a week.

What a severe punishment it is, it’s so scary to think about it, while we were getting along for two weeks.

He could basically figure out that this kid must have a backup plan for doing this, and he would never let his affairs get out of control.

So Dumbledore took a few deep breaths and tried hard to suppress the urge in his heart to fire Carl.

She returned to her usual gentle attitude towards children and asked carefully.

"Then what suggestions do you have? There is so much material that I cannot possibly read it all at once. Please forgive me for the limited energy of an old man."

"So I hope that this matter can be resolved privately and efficiently. In other words, how can I satisfy you?"

Hearing this, Karl waved his hands repeatedly, and he had to speak righteously.

"What do you mean by satisfying me? This is to give an explanation to all the students. I am just their representative."

"There is no personal grudge between us, and it certainly does not include the last time you suspected me for no reason and asked me to come to the principal's office."

"The one that damaged my reputation."

Shift, he still holds a grudge, just like that guy.