Chapter 99: The Protector of the Dark Forces in the British Wizarding World and the Malfoy Family

Seeing Carl so happy, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel curious. He came over to see what the gift was.

It turned out to be just an ordinary invitation letter, and the sender of the invitation was also familiar to him, Mr. Lucius Malfoy.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but say sourly.

"It's just an invitation to a banquet. I didn't expect that our famous Mr. Hohenzollern would be so happy about it."

"It seems that sometimes giving gifts is also a science."

Hearing such sour words from the old kid, Karl was not angry. He put away the invitation and shrugged his shoulders.

"You're wrong. You probably think that I just received an expensive invitation, so I'm like those vulgar people."

"I feel honored and happy to be able to attend a gathering of so-called pure-blood nobles, but the message I get from this invitation is exactly the opposite."

"This is more like a letter of surrender, which shows that Mr. Lucius has figured it out. In the face of huge interests, the identity of a noble is not enough. It is wise to join my plan."

"Plan?" Dumbledore was a little confused and instantly alert. He looked at Carl's face and asked carefully.

"What plan? What is the purpose of the plan? You promised me that you would not cause trouble in Hogwarts."

"Of course." Faced with the doubts, Carl was very calm and didn't even intend to hide it.

He took out his wand and cleared the torn gift wrapping paper from the floor.

He slowly put on his chef's uniform and prepared to cook lunch for two people, speaking slowly as he got dressed.

"I always keep my word. Within this year, I will never cause any trouble in Hogwarts again, so this is the goal of my plan."

"I changed it to the entire British wizarding world. I want to drain the wealth of the entire British wizarding world and at the same time give it to this lifeless world."

"It brought a little bit of shock from the financial crisis, and at the same time, it took advantage of this crisis to reorganize the organizational structure of the British Ministry of Magic and pave the way for what's next."

After saying this, Carl ignored Dumbledore, who was too shocked to speak, and looked at the table full of ingredients.

I started thinking about what to eat for lunch today. Forget roast turkey because it’s not tasty and is difficult to make.

He was tired of eating fish and chips, so he decided to make a German roast pork knuckle with some sauerkraut for lunch today.

For dessert, I made a Black Forest cake using 100% dark chocolate, and at the same time gave this old sweet lover a lesson on healthy eating.

After making up his mind, he prepared to walk towards the kitchen, but he didn't expect that as soon as he took a step, Dumbledore behind him quickly grabbed his right hand.

Asked urgently.

"Are you serious about what you just said? I won't allow you to do this. I am your guardian and adopter now. You must obey me, kid."

"Your idea is very dangerous and it will have very serious consequences."

Facing Dumbledore's preaching, Carl seemed very well-behaved. He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, who had an anxious face, patted his hand, and spoke in a comforting tone.

"Of course. Without the identity of the adopted son of the greatest white wizard of this century, how could I smoothly carry out my plan?"

"I am just an unknown kid. I don't have that much prestige and credibility, nor do I have that deep background."

"Don't worry, as my backer and protector, you will get the benefits you deserve. As for the education between us, it's like family."

"I'm sorry, dear principal, I'm a disobedient child."

After saying that, Carl freed his right hand and looked at Dumbledore, who was almost losing color after realizing that he had been tricked again.

He gave a warm smile and went straight into the kitchen.

Dumbledore stood there in a daze for who knows how long, until the aroma of roasted pork knuckle and sauerkraut came from the kitchen.

He waved his hands, cast a soundproofing spell around himself, and then shouted while holding his breath.

"Gail, it's all your fault, old bastard!!"

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The second day of Christmas, 9 am, Malfoy Manor.

A heavy snowfall at night covered this French Baroque-style manor with a layer of silver coat.

Thick snow covered every corner of the estate, including the once neat and green Bermuda lawn.

The accumulated snow covers the dormant grass with a thick blanket.

The entire manor was filled with a winter atmosphere, except for the path in the center of the manor, which had been cleaned up long ago.

Lucius, with his wife and children, stood at the door early to greet them.

The house elves had already lit up every candle in the manor, and the golden light shone through the glass onto the silver hair of the man.

It makes this already majestic gentleman even more noble.

The three people had obviously been waiting at the door for a long time, so much so that Draco became a little impatient.

"Mind your manners, Draco." Lucius looked at his son who was getting impatient and spoke sternly.

"Don't be so serious, Lucius." Seeing her beloved son being criticized, Lucius' wife Narcissa Malfoy immediately spoke up to defend him.

This was a noble woman, tall and slender, with surprisingly white skin, and her beautiful face was full of arrogance.

After defending her son, the lady looked at her husband and couldn't help but say.

"Why do you care so much about such a person? He is just a child, and even though he has a noble surname."

"But after all, he is a Muggle-born. Is it necessary to make such a fuss and rush to hold a party on the second day of the festival?"

Faced with his wife's doubts, Lucius could only shake his head helplessly. He was a shrewd man in business.

The same is true in the relationship between husband and wife. As a qualified husband, when your wife asks this question.

No matter what you explain, it is wrong. The best way is to remain silent, then buy a gift of sufficient size and apologize to the other party.

But at this moment, Draco spoke.

"Mother, Carl is not an ordinary child. He is a legend of Hogwarts. Do you know the magic cards of Hearthstone?"

"That's what he invented, and the new flying broom, and the strange and wonderful ideas in his mind."

"And I can assure you 100% that he is definitely a noble. He should have been sorted into Slytherin and become good friends with me."

"Instead of staying with those stupid Hufflepuffs every day."

His son's explanation just helped Lucius out of the predicament. Lucius happily touched his son's hair and gave his approval.

Feeling his father's approval, Draco straightened his back instantly, and his desire to become good friends with Carl became even more resolute.

Narcissa didn't say anything else, and the family of three continued to stand at the door and wait for about ten minutes.

As a ball of fire suddenly appeared, Carl landed on the ground and appeared in front of the three people. He was wearing a strange chef's uniform.

There were traces of oil smoke on his body, making him look a little sloppy, and he was completely different from the aristocrat that Draco had mentioned before.

But at this moment, Narcissa was no longer in the mood to pay attention to the young man in front of her. Her attention was all focused on the phoenix.

It was not until the phoenix disappeared that she looked at Karl in surprise and asked quickly.

"That's Fawkes, Headmaster Dumbledore's phoenix. How can you use it?!"