Chapter 94 Exploding Christmas Meals and McDonald's

6am, McDonald's, Glasgow, Scotland.

Carl sat on a chair in the fast food restaurant and used force to pick out a small piece of coal slag that was embedded in his teeth.

The saliva mixed with the spit was placed on the napkin beside me, and I looked at the napkin that had turned completely black.

He turned with a dark face to look at Dumbledore, who was standing opposite him with his head lowered like a child who had made a mistake, and asked with a twitching cheek.

"Dear Principal, don't you have anything to explain?"

He was very angry now. Less than half an hour ago, he was still in the dilapidated old house, working hard to prepare his Christmas dinner.

Trying to stop the other party from putting a full half pound of white sugar into the roast turkey's stomach.

Force the other party to hand over the olive oil and secretly replace it with honey.

And after a series of things happened, he tried to stop the other party from trying to use white sugar instead of salt and add it to the grilled steak.

Carl got so angry that he drove the sugar-loving old bee out of the kitchen and ordered him to light the fireplace in the living room.

The result of this bad decision has resulted in the two of them now sitting in a fast food restaurant with dirty faces.

I don’t know if the old man is really old or if the house has been uninhabited for a long time.

Mixed in with the firewood placed next to the fireplace was an extremely dangerous branch of a tree with explosion holes.

The sulking old man didn't notice the dangerous object at all and directly threw the wood which was equivalent to half a kilogram of TNT.

He threw it into the burning fireplace, and with a loud explosion, he saw the golden turkey he had roasted.

Driven by the blast, it spread its wings and flew toward the free moon.

Carl worked hard for almost two hours to prepare the Christmas dinner, and just like that, he followed the wood on the roof of the old house.

Everything was given to God in advance. The impact of the explosion blew Carl's silky golden hair into a golden lion's hair.

The fire also burned Dumbledore's iconic white beard clean off.

Although the two quickly used magic to restore the bombed Dumbledore's old house, they looked at the food that fell all over the floor.

As well as a turkey wing at Carl's feet, the old man and the young man who crawled out of the explosion ruins also clearly recognized it.

Making Christmas dinner by yourself has become an impossible luxury.

The two stood in the snow for almost 10 minutes, until Carl, who had not eaten all night and whose stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Unable to bear the hunger any longer, he dragged Dumbledore to the largest city in Scotland and found a McDonald's to have breakfast.

As for why they didn't go to Diagon Alley, the reason was simple. Everyone was busy celebrating the festival, and no wizard could imagine it.

On Christmas Day, explosions will occur in someone's kitchen.

As for other British restaurants, Carl can only say that dogs don't go there, after all, whenever there are young British mothers.

I took my child to a pediatric hospital in the UK for a check-up and asked the doctor why my child was unwilling to eat.

The doctor always asks the patient to take the child to KFC and McDonald's.

KFC Grandpa and McDonald's Uncle can always miraculously cure anorexia in British children.

Dumbledore, who was sitting opposite Carl, looked at Carl's face, which was not even washed and was covered with black oil stains.

He could only keep his head down and remain silent. After all, in his past years of life, ever since his sister died.

He never imagined that someone would spend the holidays with him, nor did he ever think about cooking at home.

So much so that he took away the gift from Professor Straney, the dangerous but precious branch of the explosion hole tree.

They were just randomly piled up in the firewood pile nearby.

This led to the tragedy, but Dumbledore's cowardly behavior made Carl very unhappy.

He stared at the old man in front of him and spoke in a flat tone.

"You really don't have anything to say? Not even an apology or anything like that, and about you damaging my house."

"And then there's the matter of my precious potion raw materials. What about the compensation package? Are you planning on denying it?"

"What, your house?" Dumbledore looked up angrily, his eyes full of anger. This little bastard had no respect or consideration for the elderly at all.

I just blew it up, is there any need to make such a fuss? Besides, isn't that my house?

I have a trivial relationship with this little bastard.

Seeing that the other party refused to admit his mistake and his attitude was so tough, Karl did not tolerate any bad behavior and analyzed it very sensibly.

"I'm not wrong. I was able to attend Hogwarts because of your guarantee and the guardianship consent form you signed."

"According to the Civil Code of the British Wizarding World, you become my guardian the moment the agreement is signed."

"At the same time, there will be an adoption relationship between you and me. According to the provisions of property law, after your death, all your property will be inherited by me."

"Of course, that's if you don't have any other offspring. But at your age, it's probably impossible to have any more offspring. After all, you don't even have a partner."

Carl's words deeply hurt Dumbledore's heart, and the old man looked at him in surprise.

Countless unpleasant words flashed through my mind, but due to my upbringing and status, I could never say them.

I helped him so much, but this guy doesn't respect me at school and even occupies my office.

I am alive and well now, and I have started planning for the inheritance of my property after my death.

Who does this bastard spirit come from? The more I look at him, the more I hate him. At the same time, the old man was a little unconvinced and muttered in a low voice.

"Who said I don't have a partner? I have someone I love."

"What is that?" Carl looked at Dumbledore in confusion. "Did I hear it wrongly? The great Dumbledore, is there someone he loved?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore immediately realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and quickly laughed it off and changed the subject.

"Ah, I wanted to ask you, is there anything delicious here? This restaurant must have been carefully selected by you, the atmosphere is pretty good."

Seeing that the other party had changed the subject, Karl, who had already guessed the answer in his heart, did not want to let the other party go, and deliberately asked.

"Don't change the subject. Although I am not interested in other people's past, I am interested in your past, my dear principal."

"I'm still very interested. Let's talk about the person you loved, or you can exchange it for another secret."

"Say you know the secret about my life experience."

After asking, he silently looked at Dumbledore, who had a complicated expression.

I have already started thinking about how to gain more benefits from this old guy.

So he deliberately added a sentence.

"Oh, by the way, this isn't a restaurant, and I didn't carefully select it. It's just a chain store."

"Those who make mistakes and refuse to admit them do not deserve the kindness of others."

With such hurtful words and the fatal question before, Dumbledore could no longer pretend.

He waved his hand quickly and said.

"Alright, alright, I surrender and I apologize to you, kid. What do you want to do? Tell me what you want to do. I can help you."

Looking at an old man with a dusty face and an afro begging for mercy, Carl always felt a little uneasy in his conscience.

Just when he was thinking about cheating the other party less, that damn voice rang out again.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully controlling his principal. Immediately issue a special mission. Within 24 hours, do your best to go against the other party's wishes.]

[Try hard to train the opponent into what you want, special reward, upgraded version of the Apparition spell! ! ]