Thank you! Thank you very much! Uh… sorry, Principal, I didn't remember your title."
Under the gaze of the portraits of past Principals, Karl sat down at the desk, a little embarrassed.
The reply letter was a bit hasty at the time, and now that it came out of Dumbledore's mouth, it was no different from having his chuunibyou-era emo quotes read out to him in person in his previous life.
"It's alright, Karl, because it's really long. Actually, the acceptance letter was written by Minerva."
Headmaster Dumbledore poured Karl a cup of black tea, "Would you like some snacks? How about a cockroach skewer?"
"No, no, no! Just tea is fine!"
Karl couldn't accept that kind of pigtail, and he felt it would be very impolite to throw up in the Principal's office.
Dumbledore was a little disappointed, "What a pity, you should bravely try it, it really tastes good, I like it very much."
"Next time! Definitely next time!"
"Alright then, what can I do for you, Karl? I'm very happy you guessed the password."
"I'd like to know more about Professor Elvis Heller of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. I feel he… is very unusual."
Hearing this, Dumbledore's eyes, which had been pleasantly narrowed due to the black tea, instantly opened wide.
"Hmm… I didn't expect you to ask about this. I thought it would be…"
Dumbledore pondered for a moment, his deep blue eyes gently meeting Karl's gaze.
"Professor Heller was recommended by the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. For some reason, this position is a bit unpopular."
"Before this, Professor Heller resided in Greece. His Dark Arts… defense skills are quite good."
Karl nodded, "So that's how it is."
He asked casually, and Dumbledore answered without much seriousness, but both understood each other's meaning.
There's no need to be too explicit when talking to smart people; a hint is enough.
"Principal, there's one more thing."
"Please speak."
So Karl repeated the school uniform suggestion he had made to Heller in the corridor, to Dumbledore.
"Hmm, it sounds very good, but I think the school board members will have different opinions on such a suggestion that changes tradition."
"You should know that additional expenses like this are difficult to get funding for from them."
"Moreover, for some Young Wizards, new school uniforms might become a burden."
After hearing Dumbledore's opinion, Karl seemed to see twelve school board members pointing fingers at himself:
Whoever dares to change the ancestral rules will lose their head!
"Cough, cough, cough! Principal, this doesn't require the school board to fund it. Our Hufflepuff House can handle it."
Karl indicated that Hufflepuff has abundant talent and wealth and doesn't need to rely on others.
With Prefect Judy being approachable due to her wealth above, and the heroes of Diagon Alley having nothing but Galleons below.
Combined, with so much wealth, doing small businesses like modifications and uniform changes would be a piece of cake.
For Young Wizards who are financially struggling, subsidies can be provided in the name of the House.
If you ask whose money to earn? Of course, you earn from whoever has money!
After all, the pure-blood Houses are the pure-blood Houses. There's nothing else; they have mountains of gold and silver, endless to spend.
What class are those mudbloods? Can they wear clothes of the same quality as the pure-blood Houses?
Just add some patterns, show a design, and a tenfold price increase is not a problem.
Once all the school uniforms are changed, they can even return all the Sickles to the other three Houses and split the Galleons from Slytherin three-seven.
By then, the deed would be done, and what could the school board do besides grumbling?
Dumbledore looked at Karl's passionate outpouring with a strange expression, feeling like he was witnessing the rise of a generation of Wizard profiteers.
"The school didn't do anything, isn't taking seven tenths a bit much?"
Karl looked expressionlessly at the shameless Principal, "Seven tenths is ours!"
"Cough, cough! Very reasonable!"
Dumbledore coughed awkwardly twice, "If it doesn't burden some students, I'd be happy to see Hogwartsundergo better changes."
"Principal! Then just watch!"
After seeing Karl leave his office, the Sorting Hat on the shelf behind Dumbledore spoke.
"See, Albus, even a first-year student can tell that Dark Wizard is not right."
"Karl is no ordinary Young Wizard. His talent is very high, perhaps even beyond what you and I can imagine."
The Sorting Hat didn't believe Dumbledore's words. It had seen many Young Wizards. No matter how talented, could he surpass the four founders? Could he surpass you and Lord Voldemort?
"I suspect this kid doesn't belong in Hufflepuff, but unfortunately, because of the cat-leopard fur, I can't see into his mind."
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "Don't say that. Even if Legilimency isn't possible, as long as you feel with your heart, you can still discover Karl's wonderful and kind qualities."
The Sorting Hat twisted its body indifferently, "Alright, you're always right anyway."
Just then, fire flashed in the air, and a large fiery red bird appeared on the gilded perch behind the door.
"Fawkes, you've returned just in time. I have something to ask of you."
The Phoenix Fawkes looked at Dumbledore with its bright black eyes, awaiting his instructions.
"Help me keep an eye on Elvis Heller."
Fawkes tilted its head in confusion.
"I'm worried that the ghosts and portraits in the Castleare easily deceived, so I can only rely on you."
A clear chirping sound echoed in the office, and Fawkesdisappeared in a flash of fire.
…
At lunch in the Great Hall, Karl received good news.
"You figured it out?"
"Mm-hmm~ How are you going to thank me?"
Nina tried hard to act cool, but quickly couldn't maintain it and curved her lips into a smile.
Because Karl, without much martial virtue, handed Fire Treasure to her.
"Chirp~"
Petting the adorable Fire Treasure, Nina rolled her eyes at Karl, "You!"
"What's wrong? Just tell me how it is?"
"You passed."
"Then quickly tell me about the sealing spell!"
Nina raised her hand and pulled out her wand, a pale moonlight glow flashing at the tip, "Lunar Serenity."
Karl recognized this spell; Nina had used it before in the library.
It could isolate an area, preventing people outside from hearing the sounds inside.
"Last night, when I said I had a lead, it was thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore's guidance."
"A spell that even a Magic master like Professor Flitwickdoesn't know, if I could know it, it could only be because I am a Druid."
Karl already knew about Nina's identity; after all, she hadn't hidden it from him.
Whether it was the power of nature or inherited secret arts, and Nina had even hinted at it with the picture of the female Druid Creona.
"So I started focusing on researching Druid Wizards in History, but I didn't find anything."
"It wasn't until History of Magic Class today, when Cho, out of boredom, told me about the legend of King Arthur, that I thought of someone."
Karl asked in confusion: "Who?"
"Merlin!"
"Huh?"