Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After Carl challenged for a duel, the classroom fell into chaos again, and this time the protagonists were no longer students from the two colleges.

It was Professor McGonagall and Professor Quirrell. Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Quirrell menacingly and shouted in a serious tone across the air.

"Absolutely not. How can you agree to such a request? Mr. Hohenzollern is only a first-year student."

"How can you duel with the professor? I absolutely disagree with this."

Professor Quirrell felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, but the anger in his heart made him unable to swallow it.

With such a good opportunity in front of him to teach this ignorant little bastard a lesson, he certainly wasn't willing to give it up.

But in this situation, it is difficult for me to say anything. If I say too much and get exposed, it will be more trouble than gain.

Just when he was at a loss, the "most loyal minister" in his heart, Professor Snape, stood up.

He glanced at Professor Quirrell on the podium with a dark look, with suspicion hidden in the depths of his eyes.

But he spoke righteously to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, this is Professor Quirrell's class, I trust him as our dear headmaster."

"A personally selected Defense Against the Dark Arts professor must have his own unique approach and appropriate practical skills."

"It will help to restore the dignity he lost in this class, and will be more beneficial to future teaching. I think you should not stop it."

Too loyal, so loyal that it is beyond words. Professor Quirrell looked at Professor Snape with eyes full of unspeakable approval.

Even when the other person was speaking, his eyes suddenly shifted from himself to the old man Dumbledore.

He did not have the slightest doubt, and even showed some rare consideration for the other party, thinking that the other party did this to avoid being exposed.

So after Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall spoke, the decision-making power fell into Dumbledore's hands again.

Dumbledore could only feel helpless about this.

He had begun to believe the evaluation Snape had made to Carl when they were facing each other in private.

This guy is poisonous. Nothing good will happen if you stay with him.

There was nothing he could do. The old man was really afraid of taking the blame. He had already offended Severus and Minerva because of this bastard.

If he continues like this, I won't be able to live to see the day when this bastard graduates from Hogwarts.

So he kicked the ball to Professor Flitwick beside him and said to him with a smile.

"What do you think? You're an expert in magical dueling, and I'd like to get your opinion."

The simple-minded Professor Flitwick, of course, didn't know that Dumbledore was setting a trap for him, and he thought the headmaster was really asking for his opinion seriously.

So after thinking about it, I immediately and firmly gave my answer.

"If it's just a normal prank magic, you can still give it a try. After all, the students have been very dissatisfied throughout the whole class."

"Using some simple magic duels can inspire students' enthusiasm for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Overall, it's a good thing."

After Professor Flitwick's speech, Dumbledore immediately took advantage of the situation, stood up for the first time, and looked at Carl with resentment.

"Okay, Mr. Hohenzollern, I agree to your request, but you and Professor Quirrell can only use non-lethal prank magic."

“Make sure you stay safe.”

After saying this, Lao Deng looked at the other students with a smile, opened his arms and said happily.

"Alright kids, step back and let our two duelists take the stage."

With the principal's permission, the long-silent classroom immediately erupted into warm applause, and the students retreated excitedly.

He also volunteered to move the table away, leaving a large area in front of the podium empty.

Then he hid at the back, wanting to take a look at Mr. Carl, who had become famous after only one day at school.

What kind of sparks can there be between me and this most boring professor?

After the stage was vacated, Professor Quirrell took the lead and stood on the left side of the open space.

The graceful and swift movements were completely different from the timid feeling he had before.

Carl was not in a hurry. He walked leisurely to the right side of the open space, took out his "Black Dragon Spine" wand, and said with a smile.

"Please enlighten me!"

Professor Quirrell was dismissive of this. He bowed gracefully, then raised his wand to his forehead and said disdainfully.

"Magic duels have etiquette. You are a Muggle-born. Although you are humble, you must be able to understand reason."

"I'm only showing you this once, and I hope you can learn from it."

Carl was very upset by such pretentious words. He just wanted to give the other party a hard time.

But now, he has decided to make sure this guy is kicked out of Hogwarts.

So he said to the dog system in his mind.

"Is there a spell that has no lethality but is perverted and disgusting enough?"

"Listen carefully to my request. It must be perverted and disgusting enough."

[Hehehe, host, you finally got it. It's natural. The magic spell "Reincarnation of the Five Grains" attacks the human sphincter. ]

[It can make people unable to control their excretion, and the spell "giving birth to children" can make anyone experience the pain of a woman's special period. ]

[Since the opponent is a man, it is especially recommended to use the following spell, be sure to......]

Carl cut off the conversation with the system. He just had no morals, but he was not a pervert. The latter one was too perverted.

I still have a kind heart. How could I do such a thing to my professor?

So he chose the first spell. Since he was fighting against the so-called 'ex', the dog system was very considerate and did not charge him any fees.

It just kept nagging in his mind, asking him to use the second spell.

Carl naturally chose to ignore it and looked at Professor Quirrell. He also imitated him, bowed gracefully, and then raised his wand to the center of his eyebrows.

But unlike him, because of that stupid turban, Professor Quirrell looked more like a funny clown when he saluted.

When Carl saluted, he was more like a Victorian gentleman.

The strong contrast triggered discussions among the students, and all kinds of whispers were heard by each other.

This caused the half-blood wizard who 'had always insisted on the glory of pure blood' to lose all his defenses, and his right hand holding the wand was shaking from exerting too much force.

Carl caught this keenly, so he asked in a pretended hurry.

"Professor, then who of us should strike first? And my magic might be a little painful, so you might want to be patient for a while."

"Of course I believe that with your skills, you can easily defend it."

Killing people and destroying their hearts was Carl's usual technique, in order to drive Professor Quirrell completely crazy. He suppressed his anger and spoke in a cold tone.

"Don't worry, you attack first, and I will not defend myself. I will show you the difference between you and the professor."

"Boy, don't cry after the final duel, I will definitely..."

The villain died because he talked too much. Carl never tolerated these people, no matter if they were gang leaders he had eliminated before, or some other people.

Often, as soon as the other person says the first word, I will pull the trigger and send them to see God.

I have let the professor speak so much this time, and I have done my best.

So before the other party could finish his harsh words, he simply waved his wand and shouted loudly.

"The cycle of grains!!"