Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Carl gave a meaningful smile.

Professor McGonagall, who had been silent and sad in her chair, stood up in rage.

He shouted at those fools.

"Sean, Noah, and Mr. Alvis, I don't want to hear similar words again, and I don't want to see such unpleasant things happen again."

"You must respect Headmaster Dumbledore. He has always been dedicated to Hogwarts. Don't forget that you are also his students."

"I will not allow anyone to say such sad words again. Do you understand?"

Faced with Professor McGonagall's reprimand, even the bravest Gryffindor would temporarily suppress his courage.

They could only nod silently and sit back in their seats. The auditorium, which had been tense just a moment ago, instantly returned to calm.

"The drama is over, what are you going to do?"

Looking at the auditorium which had become quiet again, Kevin Lestrange asked curiously.

"Need I say more? Of course I'll try to help him." Carl replied with a smile.

"Help him." Kankan nodded silently at first, then looked at the other party with some surprise.

"What did you say? Are you sure you want to help him? I don't have a good impression of this kind of rat who only dares to hide in the dark."

"But as a professional subordinate, I have to remind you that based on the current situation, the opponent's ability is not weak."

"If you get our help, the situation may end badly, and it will greatly accelerate the downfall of Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Really?" Carl looked surprised.

Kevin Lestrange nodded hesitantly.

"Then we must help even more." Carl emphasized with a smile, his eyes fixed on the red-haired kid who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Of course he knew the other party's identity, and even the reason why the other party became like this was arranged by him.

He was not afraid of the possible situation at all. In his heart, what he was more afraid of or somewhat helpless about was always the old bee.

Compared to all the young wizards present, and even the professors in the professor seats, he knew the bee's inner thoughts better.

How sad and entangled it is, and how much weight does Hogwarts hold in each other's hearts.

Simply relying on the disgust and hatred of other wizards in the British wizarding world is far from enough to make the other party let go of the responsibility in their hearts.

He has carried this responsibility for too long and it has basically become tied to his life, so he has to do this.

The little wizard who made the other party most worried and the beloved Hogwarts hated each other in the most cruel way.

Forcibly separating this responsibility and the other person's life may be painful and cruel, but it is the only way.

The only way to make Dumbledore give up his own destiny, no matter what the other professors and the other party think.

Whether he thought he had done something wrong or not, he had to do it because that so-called fate was not the result he wanted.

Even if everyone has accepted it, he, Karl Hohenzollern, will never accept it. That damn old bee must be happy.

To fulfill that damn love with that damn wild father in the last period of his life.

With this thought in mind, Carl did not give too much explanation, but just quietly began to enjoy his first lunch after returning to Hogwarts.

After Professor McGonagall showed up, there were no more troubles in the entire auditorium. All the young wizards sat in their seats and ate quietly.

It's just that the atmosphere became even more depressing than before, especially our lovely Miss Halley, whose face was filled with sadness and sorrow.

If it weren't for Mr. Malfoy, who had a bloody nose and fell beside her and kept comforting her, she would have probably burst into tears.

Looking at poor Miss Harley, Carl sighed helplessly, slowly raised his head, and indeed received a deathly gaze.

Professor Snape was staring at him intently. If it wasn't a public place, he was 100% sure that the other party would transform into a giant vampire bat.

He flew across the entire auditorium, threw himself to the ground, and then skinned himself alive.

Fortunately, she was not the only one who could enjoy this death gaze. Mr. Malfoy used a handkerchief to help Harry wipe his tears.

Most of the firepower has been shared, if Professor Snape just wants to skin me alive.

Then Mr. Malfoy, who has already touched his face, may be ready to die without a burial place.

This unpleasant lunch soon ended. It was obvious that most of the little wizards did not have a good Christmas holiday.

Everyone's living standards had dropped significantly, and even in this atmosphere, everyone still consumed most of the food.

But even so, it ended much faster than the first lunch after the Christmas holidays in previous years.

And they left even faster. The group of little wizards was obviously divided into three. The first to leave were of course the group of dissatisfied little wizards.

They account for more than 70% of the three major colleges, and most of them are truly born in ordinary families in the wizarding world. These people have always been the majority of the wizarding community.

They are also the most direct victims of the entire economic crisis, followed by those young wizards of Muggle origin who have not been too affected by the economic crisis.

On the one hand, they don't understand why the situation has become so bad, and on the other hand, they are afraid of losing their friends.

So while wavering, most people still prefer those ordinary little wizards.

The last ones left were of course the Slytherin group, most of them were talking and laughing, as if they were not affected at all.

They looked most like students returning from previous holidays, and after greeting each other cordially, they left in groups of three or five.

In the end, there were only five people left in the entire auditorium, one of whom was Cedric who was still eating hard.

The other one is of course Carl, and his little tail Kevin Lestrange.

The other two who came over here were Miss Harry with tears on her face, and Mr. Malfoy with two rolls of toilet paper stuck in his nostrils and a bruised face.

As soon as she got closer, Miss Harley spoke first with tears in her eyes.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, why, why did Ron become like that, why do the Gryffindor students hate me so much."

"I don't know anything and I haven't done anything. I really don't know anything."

As she spoke, Harley couldn't help but shed tears again. For her, losing a friend was obviously a difficult thing to accept.

Draco, who was standing by, saw Harry crying again and immediately spoke to comfort her.

"Don't be sad Harley, they are just a bunch of idiots and have no idea what's going on with this situation, especially that annoying red-haired brat."

"There must be a secret about him. He must be possessed by some evil force."