Chapter 59: Caring Carl
Looking at Carl, who had a serious face and was asking for his salary in a very firm manner.
Dumbledore didn't want to say anything more, fearing to continue communicating with this little bastard.
Maybe tomorrow he will have to mortgage his principal's office to the other party, and now he has serious doubts.
Carl kept looking up and down his office, just to visually assess the dimensions of the room.
He wanted to customize the decoration in his own style, so he could only say it perfunctorily.
"Okay, Mr. Hohenzollern, I will seriously consider your proposal. Your proposal is very valuable."
"I will call all the professors to discuss it immediately and submit your proposal to the Board of Directors for review."
"But what you need to know is that Professor Binns has served at Hogwarts for a long time, regarding the calculation of his salary."
"It's a very long and tedious process. Can you go back first?"
He used this delaying tactic because he was sure that Carl would not have time to sort out the amount of Professor Binns' labor remuneration.
After all, the more than 100,000 pages of prosecution materials were already a huge drain on a kid of his age.
He should have no time left to calculate the relevant content.
But Carl had already predicted his prediction and was prepared because of the existence of the memory palace in his brain.
He can be regarded as a walking supercomputer. He just closed his eyes slightly.
In the memory palace in his mind, he quickly searched for information about Professor Binns and the salaries of professors at Hogwarts over the years.
Although that information was only obtained when he was reading about the labor remuneration laws in the British wizarding world.
These were just some scraps of information accidentally stored in his mind, but even so, he was able to quickly find the relevant information in his mind.
Then, under Dumbledore's shocked gaze, Carl casually took a piece of parchment and a quill.
He began to calculate and write on it, and in less than 10 minutes, he had a detailed and complete salary calculation report.
It has already been created by him. He handed over the report and said confidently.
"There may be slight differences in the data, but the overall result will definitely not have an error of more than 1‰."
"If you don't believe it, you can go find a professional to calculate it after this incident."
"So if it's okay, please pay the debt as soon as possible, or give it to me personally."
"If you are worried, you can ask the prefects of each grade in each college, as well as the president of the student union, to come and collect it together."
It's over. Dumbledore was disheartened. He knew that the little bastard in front of him was sure that he didn't want to make the matter worse.
For fear of causing a bad influence on the school, let alone asking other students to participate in this matter.
Even Professor McGonagall didn't want him to know about this.
Looking at the detailed and complete salary calculation sheet in front of him, Old Deng was completely speechless.
It's just a rogue statement.
"Thank you for your expertise, Mr. Hohenzollern, but I have to tell you that I cannot give you the money now."
"The reason is simple. Your school simply can't afford that much money. The total value of more than 100 years of salary is nearly 2 gold galleons."
"The school simply doesn't have that much cash to give you."
This is almost a showdown. What can you do to me if I have no money? I'm so old now. Believe it or not, I'll lie at your feet now.
It was obvious that Dumbledore wanted to blackmail Carl, but Carl was not in a hurry at all. He slowly took out a loan contract that he had prepared long ago.
He placed it gently on the principal's desk, then sat down again, crossed his legs, stared at the other person, and said with a smile as if it was a coincidence.
"Don't you think this is a coincidence? It just so happens that I founded a foundation before entering school."
"The governor of your school, Mr. Malfoy, is one of the founding members of the Foundation."
"Considering the school, we can't come up with so much cash at once, but it only applies to issues related to the school's reputation."
"As a student, I must consider my school, so please sign this agreement."
"I'll arrange it right away. The interest rate is very low, only 5% a year. Isn't that very considerate?"
Hearing this, Dumbledore looked as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a few cockroaches among a pile of candies.
Now he was sure that this little bastard would never become Voldemort, because Voldemort was not as bad as him.
At least Tom never thought of squeezing so much money from his school.
After thinking about it, Dumbledore, who was a little angry, pouted and snorted.
"If I quit, what else can you do? Don't go too far, Mr. Hohenzollern. You have already touched my bottom line."
"Bottom line?" Carl looked at the old man in front of him puzzledly. Then he stood up for the second time and began to wander around the principal's office.
He pointed to the exquisite tea set beside him and said, "This should be worth a hundred gold galleons."
He pointed at the portraits around him and said, "These things are useless, but there should be people willing to buy them. I'll give you 500 gold galleons for each one."
In this way, as he walked, he began to estimate the prices of various things in the principal's office.
This action made Dumbledore very sure that if he didn't give the other party money today, this guy would definitely find a way to occupy his office.
Especially when Carl walked up to Dumbledore and picked up the bag of candy that he had hidden under the desk.
He made a bland assessment.
"These are specially made candies, very rare. I'll give you 50 gold galleons per bag."
"In this way, if we empty out the principal's office, we'll also have your bird there."
"I think that's about it. If you don't agree, I'll appeal tomorrow and apply for compulsory property execution."
The solid bottom line completely disappeared after the hidden bag of candy was found by Carl and Fox beside him shouted in dissatisfaction.
Dumbledore had no choice but to compromise. The only thing he wanted to do now was to get this kid away as soon as possible.
However, he had one last request, he looked at Karl helplessly and said.
"Well, Mr. Hohenzollern, be kind to an old man first, and I can sign this contract."
"But there can't be any problems with this contract, and you can't use this debt demand to force me to do something else."
Carl was very happy to see that the other party finally compromised, and his previous harsh expression immediately turned back to his usual harmless self.
He patted his chest and said.
"Of course not. You are the principal. Who can force you to do anything? But considering the debt, you are unwilling to let the school bear it as a whole."
"So this debt must be repaid by you alone, which would take too long. We will give you some from time to time."
"It's a very thoughtful position to speed up the repayment of debts, and you are allowed to refuse, so do you have any questions?"
What other problems could there be? What other problems could he have? Dumbledore thought angrily. He couldn't just stand by and watch.
Carl took his Phoenix away, and what was even more infuriating was why Fox didn't even try to resist.
Thinking of this, he quickly signed the contract and then threw the parchment to Carl.
"I hope you can keep your promise and not add unnecessary scars to your troubled magical world."
Carl paid no attention to all this. He calmly put away the parchment and opened his arms, treating the entire principal's office as his own stage.
He paced slowly in circles and said with disdain.
"Don't worry so much, my dear headmaster. I will never become the so-called Dark Lord, because in my eyes."
"This lifeless magical world doesn't need a pervert who only knows how to use violence."
"It's someone who can provide high-quality crimes. The Muggle world is the same. It needs a villain of a higher level."
"People nowadays are so lazy that even crime seems so low-level."
