Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Faced with Karl's scolding, the two guys whose ears were pulled so hard that they hurt, didn't dare to say another word.

Especially Kevin Lestrange, it has to be said that Grindelwald's transformation magic is indeed superb, even in this state there is no flaw.

He would turn back into the 11-year-old him, but he was so much smaller that he had to stand on a stool when Carl pulled his ears.

If he didn't pull his ear, it would be pulled off, but even so he grimaced in pain and begged for mercy.

"I know that Mr. Hohenzollern has caused damage to your image. I apologize to you here."

"But please let me go quickly, my ears are about to fall off."

Hearing this, Karl let go of his ear first, turned around and saw the other person’s fat face that was pinched red.

She couldn't help but feel itchy, so she pinched his face gently a few times. At the same time, she felt the atmosphere around her and asked deliberately.

"Use your smart brain to analyze why the situation has become like this, Mr. Lestrange."

"By the way, let me answer Mr. Diggory's question."

Hearing this, Kevin Lestrange first arrogantly pushed away Carl's hand that was pinching his face, and then looked around with a scrutinizing look.

The entire auditorium was shrouded in a depressing mood; even the usually noisy house-elves became unusually quiet.

They carefully moved among the crowd, trying to avoid attracting attention, but even so, they would sometimes be inexplicably scolded by the angry little wizards.

At the same time, the surrounding environment is also very appropriate. The sky outside the window is gray, and there is not a single ray of sunlight that can penetrate the clouds and shine into this huge room.

Although the fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly, it seemed unable to bring the warmth and light of the past.

As time went on, more and more students gathered in the auditorium, but the dark and angry atmosphere became thicker.

It seems that everyone's heart is full of doubts and dissatisfaction, and everyone is waiting for a certain moment to come, perhaps an explosion, or perhaps a clarification.

No matter what, this morning was destined to be extraordinary.

After observing, he first looked provocatively at Cedric, who was still having his ears pinched by Carl, and then analyzed in a very low voice.

"As for the root cause of this situation, I don't think I need to say more if you can't even understand this."

"I advise those idiots to get out of here as soon as possible and not affect the overall temperament and IQ of the team."

"But, think about it another way. Even some people in our team are still unable to tell what happened in the British wizarding world."

"When it comes to the students in school, I wonder why these children, who don't pay much attention to the lives of adults, behave in such a uniform manner."

"Or to put it another way, why were they able to figure out who should be held responsible for this matter?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this situation must have been guided by someone. Someone, by chance, made us bear the blame that we were originally prepared to shirk."

"Very interesting analysis." Carl let go of Cedric's ear and slowly sat back in his seat. He first glared at Cedric, who still looked a little confused.

Then he looked at Kevin Lestrange and continued to ask.

"So what do you think we should do next?"

"It's simple, just don't do anything." Kevin Lestrange spread his hands and answered indifferently.

"What kind of answer is that? I don't want to be hated all the time." Cedric muttered in dissatisfaction.

As soon as he finished speaking, Karl glared at him and warned him.

"Shut up and don't forget who you are. If you keep talking nonsense, I will hate you."

Cedric, who was scolded repeatedly, pouted and lowered his head in grievance, unable to express his dissatisfaction and sadness.

All of it is transformed into appetite and found in rich foods that you can't normally eat.

Kevin Lestrange on the other side had a smug smile on his face. He looked at Cedric, who was showing off his fandom with his head down, and said something to make up for it.

"Before I answer, I must first state that I already hate you, Mr. Diggory."

After saying that, he completely ignored Cedric's murderous look, turned to look at Carl and spoke calmly.

"The reason I gave this answer, sir, is that I came up with it based on a global analysis."

"Whoever that guy in the dark is, he can take advantage of the short period of time we are away."

"He has transferred all the conflicts of the students in the whole school to us, which shows that he at least has some ability."

"He has already taken the lead. In this case, if we give any excessive explanations, we will get into his rhythm."

"It's better to do nothing. After all, our advantage is that we have a grasp of the overall situation of the entire British wizarding world."

"When you rescue those fools and losers from poverty as a liberator and savior."

"These problems will resolve themselves, and the more we remain silent, the more we allow the slander against us to continue."

"The effect will be even better then. An invincible hero, who has never been wronged, will be more likely to stir people's emotions."

"Perfect." Carl nodded with a smile. It seemed that great minds think alike. The plan in his mind was indeed similar to the other party's.

But just as he was about to turn back to eat, Kevin Lestrange suddenly called him again.

He looked towards the Gryffindor table and spoke thoughtfully.

"But before that, I think that guy will not give up and take advantage of this great opportunity to defeat us."

"If I'm not mistaken, the first wave of attacks will begin soon."

Hearing this, Karl was a little shocked, but after thinking about it for a moment, he said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter. I'm thick-skinned enough anyway. Besides, I've already been targeted, so what does a little more or less matter?"

"Whether from a legal or moral perspective, what we have done is flawless. What can they do to us?"

"I never care about other people's verbal attacks. Words often can't change anything."

Kevin Lestrage nodded in agreement, but then hesitantly pointed his hand in the direction of the Slytherin table.

"We certainly don't care, except for a certain idiot who likes to devalue himself, about the verbal attacks and isolation of such children."

"Mature wise men have long been immune to this, but since we can think of this, the other party should also be able to think of it, so I infer."

"It is very likely that the first wave of attacks will not be directed at us, but at other students related to us."

Just as he finished speaking, a chubby boy from Gryffindor suddenly stood up, holding a small cream cake in each hand, and threw them hard in the direction of the Slytherin table.

At the same time, he shouted loudly.

"Harry Potter, you are a traitor to Gryffindor!!"