Chapter 72 The Useless Principal
But no matter how surprised he was, Dumbledore was more confused, so before Carl was about to start his speech again.
He interrupted with his hand.
"Dear Mr. Hohenzollern, your magic of light and shadow, as well as your imagination, are indeed very surprising."
"But I want to ask a question. You came to my office today and asked Mr. Malfoy to come here as well."
"For what exactly?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lucius looked at Carl in surprise, and Carl looked at Dumbledore in surprise.
The three of them just stared at each other for a long time.
Carl asked tentatively.
"Dear Principal, are you sure you don't know why I invited Mr. Lucius here?"
"And why does this three-person meeting have to happen, right?"
Hearing this question, Dumbledore's intuition told him that something seemed wrong, but when facing Carl.
In other words, when facing the Grindelwald family, he understood more clearly that excessive thinking was meaningless and that straightforward honesty was more effective.
After all, if it comes to playing tricks, I'm sure I can't beat this little bastard in front of me.
So he nodded directly, indicating that he had no idea why such a meeting took place.
Seeing this old man admit it so shamelessly, Karl was really furious. He suppressed his anger and said in a sarcastic tone.
"Now all the students in the whole school are eagerly looking forward to my launch of this new product and the initial production of the product."
"It was done by the house elves in the kitchen, with some aesthetic advice and Professor McGonagall providing valuable tips."
"In terms of materials, Professor Snape made a great contribution. Not to mention Professor Flitwick helped me solve many problems that I could not understand before."
“This is a product that brings together the expectations of all students, the efforts of the four major colleges, and the hard work of all professors.”
"It's going on sale tomorrow, and you're the headmaster of Hogwarts and you're telling me you have no idea what's going on."
By the end of his speech, Carl's tone had turned into a roar, and he shouted indignantly.
"I even asked Professor Quirrell about it, but he ignored me, dear Headmaster."
"Except for the fact that you attended a few Quidditch matches last week, what exactly did you do at school?"
"You've probably spent the entire month hiding in the principal's office, eating your candy."
Carl's harsh questioning and Lucius's look of horror made Dumbledore look very ugly.
The old man's expression changed several times, and finally he made up his mind and directly refuted.
"What are you talking about? You are slandering me. Do you know that? How can I be completely indifferent to what happens in school?"
"It's just that as the principal, I have too many things to deal with, such as...for example..."
In the end, Dumbledore was still stuck. He thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with an example.
Karl, who was sitting in the principal's seat, was dismissive of this. He supported his head with his right hand and spoke slowly.
"For example, regarding the October syllabus and the plan to strengthen weak subjects among the four colleges."
"For example, regarding the establishment of the Hogwarts Quidditch League, students from third to seventh years are allowed to form their own teams and participate, while utilizing the draft model."
"Form a Hogwarts Quidditch team, and join forces with the other three major magic academies to organize the European and American Magic Academy Super League."
"For example, regarding the Forbidden Forest Magical Creatures Sanctuary, the first phase of the survey project, and the opening of a new magical animal feed experimental site."
Carl gave three "for example" in a row, which made Dumbledore's brain freeze.
Those old eyes, through the half-moon-shaped pupils, stared at Karl sitting in the principal's seat.
The corners of his eyes and cheeks twitched wildly, but Carl, sitting in the principal's seat, had such a natural expression and such skillful movements.
It seemed as if he was more like a young and promising principal, and he himself was more like an old man who should have retired long ago.
The previous idea that Carl would be the next mysterious man completely disappeared at this moment.
Because Dumbledore knew very well that even if he gave Tom twenty years, he would not be able to master Hogwarts so thoroughly.
But this little bastard in front of him, inexplicably, took less than two months to transform the entire Hogwarts.
He brought Carl under his control, and during this period, no professor complained to him, and no professor thought Carl was dangerous.
Oh, no, there is one, but unfortunately, that professor has been in the infirmary for almost two months and has become completely autistic.
In other words, what I thought was a month of quiet time turned out to be that I inexplicably became the one who was expelled from Hogwarts.
When I woke up, Hogwarts was no longer my own.
Dumbledore was extremely depressed at the moment. How did he become an outsider?
I am the principal, this is not right, the look I gave Karl seemed to say.
"What an evil little devil."
While Dumbledore was staring at Carl, he was also staring at him, and the resentment in his heart was really hard to calm down.
He had not expected that there would be such a mistake in such a matter. This was the first time he had made such a mistake this month.
In addition to dealing with Cedric, whose eyes were becoming increasingly suspicious, this was the first time that the situation was beyond his control.
He had planned everything, but he never imagined that as a school principal, he would not care at all about what happened in the school.
He doesn't know anything about what he does. Is it difficult for a headmaster of this level to control Hogwarts?
That thing without a nose has studied here for 7 years but hasn't done anything well. He's really a waste.
Even the look in Carl's eyes when he looked at Dumbledore seemed to be saying.
"What a useless old thing."
The old man and the young just stared at each other until Lucius, who was standing by, couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere anymore and interrupted them.
"I think Headmaster Dumbledore still cares about the school, but he is old and his memory may have declined a little."
"We should be considerate of each other, not..."
"When you get older, you should retire quickly and give your position to someone who is willing to do the work, instead of occupying the office all the time."
"I don't know what I'm thinking about all day long."
Before Lucius could finish his words, Carl spoke directly without giving him any face.
These words completely made Dumbledore angry. He suddenly stood up and said dissatisfiedly.
"How can you say that, Mr. Hohenzollern? You have to learn to respect me. I am your principal."
"Then you should take responsibility." Carl also retorted, "Besides, what's the principal? I'm still your creditor!!"
Just like that, the eye contact between the old and the young escalated into a verbal quarrel.
They were arguing with each other and having a great time, which made Lucius, who was watching from the side, feel as if he was having an illusion.
He had a feeling before that Carl's bright blue eyes were very similar to Dumbledore's.
Now, watching the two of them arguing in front of him, he always had the illusion that it was a quarrel between father and son.
