Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

June 6, 14pm.

A light rain at noon soothed the violent sun, covering the sky with a gray curtain and bringing a cool breeze.

As the dull bells rang from the tower, the students, led by their professors, marched in neat formations across the corridors and squares.

We came to the back of a small hill next to the Forbidden Forest. This place has always been rated by students as the most beautiful place in Hogwarts.

The quiet and gentle Black Lake is right next to us, and the breeze blowing from the lake makes this place particularly comfortable all year round.

The singing of birds in the forbidden forest behind me is like a natural music box, always playing natural and lively music.

Young students always like to come here in groups of three or five for picnics during holidays.

Those precocious men and women also like to choose this place as the best dating spot.

But today, the atmosphere here is no longer joyful and happy, but only sad and solemn.

Two days after the Battle of the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts held a funeral for the two Aurors who died.

"Thank you children and all the respected professors. I am truly honored that you are all here."

"Tom and Jonathan were once my subordinates, friends and comrades-in-arms. They are very good and upright children."

"They fought to the last moment for the justice in their hearts and sacrificed their young lives for it."

"It is impossible to judge their lives, and I am not qualified to do so, just like the British Ministry of Magic."

"They are not qualified to judge the past of these two heroes, let alone settle the souls of these two heroes."

"Okay, there's no point in saying too much, but I ask you to remember that you are innocent and pure now."

"That's what Tom and Jonathan fought for. I hope you guys stay true to your original intentions."

"May the light of magic shine forever in your hands!!"

As the only official from the Ministry of Magic present, it was no surprise that Old Crouch became the host of the funeral.

He did not have any speech script and spoke these words in a flat tone.

The magic video recorder floating in the air around him recorded this scene.

To be honest, old Crouch was actually very dissatisfied with this arrangement.

He didn't want to use the two children to gain any benefits, no matter what form, but he was finally persuaded by Carl.

After all, the other party is right. Heroes should never be covered up, and sometimes moderate publicity is very necessary.

Because every time a giant falls, there are always a few flies buzzing around.

What is needed at this time is a hurricane of truth to blow away all the garbage.

After old Crouch finished his eulogy, under the magical guidance of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Two coffins made of white marble were slowly buried.

The funeral should have been held earlier, but because the deaths of the two Aurors were too tragic, it took time to prepare the appearance.

Of course, the most important point is the two people's wands. The officials in the Ministry of Magic obviously don't want this matter to become known to everyone.

So he deliberately took away the wands of the two people and detained them by force under the pretext that they must be subjected to magical tests.

Old Crouch was so angry that he wrote 10 letters and sent them to the Ministry of Magic in one night, but they were all rejected by the other party with many reasons such as process regulations and the time required for testing.

In the end, it was Carl who took action and directly mailed out a promissory note for 1 gold galleons along with an envelope. The testing process should have taken at least two weeks.

It was flexibly compressed into less than 24 hours and finally arrived in time for the burial of the two heroes today.

The wands that accompanied them in battle can also rest with them in the ground forever.

"Rest in peace children, I will let you know that your sacrifice will never be in vain."

After the coffins were buried, old Crouch was the first to pick up the shovel and cover the coffins of the two Aurors with soil.

Following closely behind were Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and the other professors.

After the mound was completely covered, all the students came on stage one by one to present flowers. Today's students were all wearing uniform black robes.

There was not a trace of color on any of them, and in fact most people had never even seen the faces of these two Aurors.

They didn't even know what the two men looked like, but whatever the emotion, the Gryffindor students marveled at their bravery.

The Slytherin students admired their glory, and the Ravenclaw students acknowledged their wisdom.

Hufflepuff students are more about celebrating life itself.

Flowers of different colors covered the space in front of the tombstone. The swaying petals lit up the only color in this black funeral.

I don’t know if it was the atmosphere or the true feelings, but many teachers and students shed tears.

They spontaneously stood in place, raised their wands high, and rays of light of different colors shot into the sky.

It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that a dull thunder heralded the arrival of heavy rain, and the crowd slowly retreated like a black tide.

At this point, the funeral is over, or perhaps it has just begun.

The heavy rain dyed the entire castle a delicate dark color. Two young men in pure black suits were sheltered by a black umbrella.

Walking slowly to the side of the tombstone, Carl stroked the tombstone in front of him, his eyes revealing a kind of confusion in the rain.

"Why don't you come to this funeral? You're the one who organized this whole funeral."

Cedric, who was standing behind Karl and holding an umbrella, asked with some confusion.

Karl just lowered his head, letting the raindrops falling from the edge of the umbrella wet his golden hair.

The wet hair blocked his eyes, and it was unclear whether it was blocking his sight or his heart.

"I feel guilty."

After an unknown amount of time, Karl spoke slowly.

Cedric looked at the other person in surprise, and Carl slowly turned his head and looked at Cedric with his signature smile.

"What does your expression mean? Don't you believe what I say? There's no need to doubt your ears."

"No matter how special I am in the eyes of others, one thing will never change: I am just a human being."

"I also have all kinds of emotions. I will be greedy for delicious food and disgusted by disgusting things."

"Similarly, I will feel regret and guilt for what I have done."

"So I don't want to attend this funeral with everyone because I don't think I'm qualified, let alone qualified to speak on stage."

Cedric was shocked. The Carl in front of him looked like he had never seen him before. Raindrops were falling slowly down his face.

The boy in front of me is so beautiful and yet so fragile. If Carl used to be like an omnipotent superman in the eyes of everyone.

Now he is more like a 15-year-old boy.

Cedric didn't respond, but stretched out his free left hand to help the other person tidy up his hair.

Karl felt the warmth of the other person's palm on his forehead, smiled lightly, turned around and said indifferently.

"Stand with me for a while, just a little while."

"of course can."

Cedric responded calmly.

The two of them stood in the rain like this until the rain stopped and the two figures disappeared.

However, on the tombstone carved from a whole piece of black basalt, there was an additional string of Gothic English words, which read:

"Two brave souls rest here forever."