Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the wall. "The Sorting Ceremony should be starting soon. I need to head to the Great Hall now. Matthew, would you like to come with me?"
As Headmaster, he had to be present for the Sorting Ceremony.
Matthew rubbed his chin. "I think attending my own funeral while I'm still alive would be quite a novel experience."
Dumbledore chuckled. "It does sound rather nice. Even I'd like to try it."
With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, the things on his desk vanished, replaced by tea and pastries.
"Then the two of you can catch up in the office. I'll head to the Great Hall first." With that, Dumbledore left the Headmaster's Office.
Matthew pulled out a chair and sat down, casually taking a pastry. "What are your plans from here on?"
"I haven't decided yet. If I'd had free time earlier, I would have applied to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor under my real identity." Sirius scratched his cheek.
"But Dumbledore has already found Remus. He'll be a good professor."
Sirius picked up a pastry from the plate and took a bite, immediately frowning. It was far too sweet.
Matthew also felt that Dumbledore's pastries were overly sweet. He took a sip of black tea to cut through the richness. "Then come help me. I want to start a company."
Besides strength and reputation, capital was equally important. In many situations, capital protected one's reputation.
Sirius asked curiously, "What kind of company do you want to start?"
"There are many things I want to do. Have you ever lived in the Muggle World for an extended period?" Matthew continued. "A lot of things in the Wizarding World are outdated. For example, people still rely on owls to send letters, while only