Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

I still remember that when Dumbledore heard this answer, his beard trembled with anger, and he was about to scold Carl for disrespecting the elderly.

But I just saw the other person continue speaking without even raising his head.

"A person who doesn't even dare to face the one he loves is nothing but a coward. This magical world is the same."

"How can a world that needs cowards to save it ever be any better?"

When he heard this, he did not deny it but he did not admit it either. There were a thousand voices in his heart telling him to refute the other party immediately.

But when thousands of words came to his throat, he couldn't say a word and could only look at the other person in anger.

But now, Dumbledore had to admit that he was just being stubborn at the time.

He always claimed that he wanted to protect Hogwarts and protect his beloved students from any harm.

But what about now? The entire school has reached the brink of collapse and division because of that little fantasy in his heart.

The sadness in the little wizard's eyes just now deeply hurt his old heart.

“Maybe it’s time to give up.”

Dumbledore felt a surge of emotion in his heart, shook his head with a wry smile, and continued on his way.

His steps were slow and seemed a little greedy, as if he was afraid to walk into the auditorium.

These familiar scenes before his eyes may never appear again in the rest of his life.

Soon he pushed open the wooden door that he had opened countless times, and came to the back of the professor's seat from the side door of the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall and other professors had been waiting in their seats for a long time. When they saw him enter the auditorium, they all stood up and nodded in respect.

Dumbledore waved gently to the professors to take their seats, then walked towards his own seat and sat down in the headmaster's seat.

Those old eyes began to scan the entire room, and wherever they looked, there was only sadness.

The division among the four major colleges had become so serious that it was terrifying, since he had forced this dinner.

Therefore, they usually eat in batches. The little wizards who don’t want to sit together have to crowd together and try to avoid seats with those of other colleges.

In addition, the long tables of the four major colleges are placed side by side, which leads to a strong sense of fragmentation in the whole picture.

Especially the Slytherin House, these guys even bought a few gorgeous European-style small tables and placed them in the empty space at the end of their long tables.

All the people in the entire college were crowded around those small tables, their eyes fixed on the direction of Gryffindor College with a look of provocation and boasting.

After all, in the current environment of the British wizarding world, many young wizards have not received pocket money for more than a month.

The busy owls on weekdays can only stay in the owl tower to fatten up so that they can make big purchases at times like this.

It is undoubtedly something worth showing off and an act that is enough to make people jealous.

So the little wizards at the Gryffindor table glared at each other, with flames of anger flashing in their eyes.

Looking at the torn scene before him, Dumbledore could only sigh helplessly, and was about to stand up and say a few old sayings.

He hoped that his words could make up for the growing conflict, but he failed before he could even get up.

The cry of an owl came from the side, and the sound instantly attracted the attention of almost everyone present.

Whether they were young wizards from Gryffindor or Slytherin, they all looked towards the left door of the Great Hall.

Everyone was wondering who had the money to buy things at a time like this.

As the sound of an owl flying got closer, the quiet crowd began to get a little noisy, because it was not just an owl flying.

Instead, there was a whole group of them, at least more than 10, these fat Scottish free-range chickens, all with thin iron chains tied to their feet.

The end of the chain was tied to an iron box. They flapped their wings together with all their might, but still fell down from time to time.

It can be seen that the items in the iron box must be very heavy.

"What is this thing? Why is it packed in such a high-security box? Is it something valuable?"

"Even if it's a valuable item, it can't be so heavy. Look at those owls. They can hardly fly."

"I care more about who it's for than what's in it."

"Do we need to guess? Apart from those guys from Slytherin College, who else can afford a copper coin?"

Because they were unwilling to sit together, most of the Gryffindor students sat at the end of the long table near the professor's seat.

It was only one step away from the professors' seats, so Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the professors' seats, could hear what they were discussing very clearly.

You can even see the jealous and resentful expressions on their faces when they said these words.

Looking at those angry little faces, his heart was extremely bitter, so he slowly turned his head to look at Professor Snape beside him, his eyes full of blame.

Professor Snape, who was inexplicably blamed, looked confused and full of question marks.

However, he quickly found the mastermind behind the incident. It was almost an instinctive reaction that the moment he took the blame, he turned his gaze towards the Hufflepuff table.

Sure enough, he found that Carl, who was sitting in the crowd, was holding a goblet filled with grape juice towards him.

Professor Snape was helpless at the time. He wanted to stand up, point at Dumbledore and speak directly.

"Don't put all the blame on me. This is all your own fault. You brought that little bastard to Hogwarts."

But before he could turn the thoughts in his mind into reality, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground directly disrupted his thoughts.

At the same time, Professor Snape's heart skipped a beat, because the sound was too close, as if it was purchased by a student from Slytherin College.

Then the sound shouldn't be so quiet, which means that this thing was not bought by those little guys in Slytherin.

But it came from other colleges, which also meant that the little bastard was about to take action.

Just as Professor Snape had thought, a noisy quarrel broke out in front of him, and when he looked up.

I only saw a group of young Gryffindor wizards walking down from their seats and surrounding a brown-haired girl.

He shouted loudly with an angry expression.

"Hermione Granger, it is you, you are the traitor of Gryffindor. It was you who helped Mr. Hohenzollern to plunder the wealth of our classmates."

"You have been helping the other party prepare the accounts, so you must have had a hand in these things."

"Tell me clearly how much you got from it and return the money to us."