For most Wizards, Polyjuice Potion is an extremely rare, high-level Potion.
But Dumbledore never lacked this stuff; after all, he could get large quantities from a certain Severus Snape who was unwilling to reveal his name.
"This Polyjuice Potion is very precious, but for the sake of business, I'll drink it then?"
"Please!"
Under the gaze of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Karl drank the Polyjuice Potion in one gulp.
His internal organs immediately began to boil, and a burning sensation spread from his stomach throughout his body.
Karl gasped for air, feeling as if his entire being was melting and deforming, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"Hmm—Albus, you taste pretty good, much better than I imagined."
This was not a joke, because the taste of Polyjuice Potion indeed varied depending on the person.
If the person being imitated was evil and poisonous, it would definitely make the drinker feel nauseous.
Dumbledore's eyes crinkled in a smile when he heard this, "Thank you, it's good that it wasn't bitter for you, because Minerva complained to me about it."
"It's alright, a bit like black tea and beer; although a bit bitter, it's acceptable."
Grindelwald immediately raised an eyebrow, "You kid, you've drunk alcohol? Does your Cat Mom know?"
Karl: (—_—)
"Old man, don't stir up trouble! I only heard about it from others! Is there a problem?"
To gloss over the drinking matter, he quickly changed the subject.
"Well—take a look at how well I'm imitating; if there are any problems, correct them quickly, so I don't get exposed later."
Karl puffed out his chest and held his head high, walking back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back.
The two old men who witnessed this scene couldn't help but twitch their mouths. How strange! Why did this Dumbledore look so irritable?
If someone familiar with them saw this, it might—no! It would definitely cause a misunderstanding!
Like a certain Aberforth.
Hogwarts, Great Hall of the Castle.
Professor McGonagall was a bit puzzled when she saw Dumbledore appear. Why are you alone? Where's Karl?
However, now was not the time to ask about it. She nodded to Dumbledore, then prepared to bring the first-year students over.
But at that very moment, Professor McGonagall froze.
Although it was indeed Dumbledore's appearance, his eyes couldn't lie.
After all, it was hard to imagine Principal's profound and wise gaze becoming so—clear.
How should this feeling be described? Perhaps it's the difference between a wolf and a husky.
Moreover, even if she mistook anyone else, she would never mistake her own Kitten.
Alright, alright! You two troublemakers are starting to play like this, huh?
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, then gritted her teeth and walked out of the Great Hall.
Karl:
He walked through the young Wizards with cheerful steps, feeling very good.
"Hello, children!"
"Hello, Principal!" × N
"Children, you've worked hard!"
"For the meal!" × N
Very good! Very spirited!
Karl came to the center of the head table and sat down in the Principal's exclusive golden chair.
Ah~ So refreshing~ This feeling is spot on! Scanning the Professors around him and the young Wizards below, Karl was instantly filled with pride.
It could be said that Ravenclaw has wisdom, Hufflepuff has the truest feelings. Slytherin has broad minds, and Gryffindor is spirited.
Plus Filius is diligent, Sprout is serious. Severus endures grievances, and the Supreme Cat Mom is deeply caring.
So when exactly will Dumbledore abdicate? With this lineup, he's ready to restore Hogwarts' glory!
"? Where did Severus go?"
How dare Snape! This Principal has already sat down, and you dare to be late? Slytherin, three thousand points deducted!
"He found that two students missed the Hogwarts Express, and it seems they violated the 'Reasonable Restriction of Underage Wizards Act', so he's waiting outside the Castle."
Professor Flitwick said, handing over a copy of the Daily Prophet, with the headline "Ford Anglia Flies", detailing incidents of multiple Muggles witnessing a flying car.
"So that's what happened."
Karl naturally knew what had happened. It was probably Dobby the House-elf who used magic to seal the barrier at King's Cross Station, so Harry and Ron, who missed the Hogwarts Express, chose to fly to school in a magic car.
Those two boys are really bold; it's good to let Snape scare them a bit.
After all, he alone has already made Cat Mom very tired, so it's better for the little lions to be well-behaved, otherwise... Hmph!
"Thank you, Filius, eat more later, and pay attention to balanced nutrition."
Professor Flitwick: "Huh?"
The Principal's concern caught him off guard. Is he telling me to eat well and grow taller?
Just then, Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in an aquamarine robe, flashed a brilliant smile at Karl, his bright white teeth sparkling in the candlelight.
"Professor Dumbledore, I—"
"Professor Lockhart, please remember to use titles when working."
"Ah? Oh! Alright then! Principal Dumbledore, I was just talking about Werewolves—"
"Cough!"
Karl interrupted his impending torrent of words with a cough, "Professor Lockhart, do you have any research on Quidditch?"
"Of course! There's no need to doubt that! Although I've only paid simple attention to it, my level has already surpassed many people."
Lockhart lowered his voice, "Actually, I didn't want to mention this, because I don't want to be too ostentatious. Do you know about the newly released 'Light Arrow 2001' flying broom? It has my design in it."
Karl: —
You really can brag! You're already this drunk before the food is even served?
Hagrid, who was drinking, couldn't help but roll his eyes, "That's called 'Nimbus 2001'!"
Lockhart nodded without changing his expression, "It seems they changed the name, but it doesn't matter, after all, I didn't put this matter to heart."
Karl: (—_—)
It's a good thing Dumbledore had arrangements, otherwise I would definitely cure you of this habit.
(·W·)U
Treatment plan: Cut off your manhood! See how you can still brag!
"Very good, Professor Lockhart, please summarize nine ways to defeat opponents in Quidditch matches and hand them over to Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff House. Thank you for your hard work."
"No problem! This is a very simple matter for me! Nine is too few, I can write eighty-one! But that's too difficult for young Wizards, only I can do it!"
Karl:
Cedric, brother can only help you this much. With eighty-one wrong methods excluded, it would be inexcusable if you still don't win.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the Great Hall, and the Sorting Hat ceremony began.
Although this batch of new students was a bit nervous, they were not afraid.
Karl heard from the Weasley Brothers that when they spread rumors on the Hogwarts Express, Hermione exposed them.
Pfft! What a pity!
Among this group of young Wizards, Karl only recognized Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, and Harry's little fanboy Colin Creevey.
But thankfully, with his help, Hufflepuff could gain Rolf Scamander this year.
This can be considered "Rolf Scamander."
"Ravenclaw."
Karl: (ten°A°)
Holy cow! What's going on?
Rolf, you traitor to your ancestors! You actually ran after that little Witch?
After the Sorting Hat ceremony ended, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and left with the Sorting Hat.
At the same time, she gave the Kitten a warning look, signaling him not to cause trouble.
Karl: (O)
Oh no! Cat Mom found out!
How is that possible? I acted flawlessly!
Never mind, let's finish the act first.
He stood up with a smile, imitating Dumbledore, and spread his arms to all the young Wizards.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!"
"Everyone, eat and drink well!"
The Professors and older students were collectively bewildered: Why does Principal seem a bit strange today?
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