Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The second hand of the wall clock is still five ticks away from where it should be.

The five-second error made Carl unable to control his body and react to the death ray coming straight towards him.

Staying in the memory palace, he could only watch helplessly as his body was about to be hit by the killing curse in reality.

His eyes revealed a lot of information, including open-mindedness and indifference, as well as helplessness and sadness.

And in deeper places, there seems to be a trace of lingering hope.

"Do not!!!"

A shrill wail echoed throughout the entire Hogwarts Castle. The sound was so loud that it even covered up the gunshots that occurred at the same time.

Carl in the memory palace slowly looked up and saw the dumbest idiot on the top of the tower.

Surprisingly, at the last moment, I found the hiding place that I carefully selected.

The bullet and the green light started flying almost at the same time, one represented death, and the other represented doing everything possible to save the situation.

But just like the plot in many cheesy stories, the protagonist is always unable to win back his love at the last moment.

The light of the killing curse hit Carl directly, emitting a dazzling green light.

The light was so bright that the symphony of guns and cannons that was just playing was paused at this moment.

The little wizards in the castle, the dark wizards in the square, and the four flesh and blood giants approaching the gate.

It seemed that even the grass in the square, blown by the wind, stopped and witnessed everything in front of it.

Death seemed to have arrived until a loud bird song pressed the button for the flow of time again.

The orange-red flames blocked the green death, and everyone couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

A big fat bird walked out of the fire, blocked the fatal blow for Carl, and was then turned into a giant orange egg.

Under the caress of an extremely gorgeous feather, it slowly landed at Carl's feet.

"Phoenix, you actually own a phoenix!!"

Voldemort was completely dumbfounded. He raised his wand and pointed it at Carl, questioning him like a madman.

"What is your relationship with Dumbledore? How could you possibly own a phoenix? Where is that old guy Dumbledore hiding?"

"Where is he, tell me you bastard."

"Asshole?" Carl lowered his head and hugged the giant egg in his arms, his scattered golden bangs covering his face.

Just like what he just said, it was a feeling so ethereal that it felt like the underworld.

The boy held the giant egg in his arms, holding the remaining phoenix feather in his hand and gently stroking the rough eggshell.

All the little wizards looked at Carl's back and felt his despair and sadness in their hearts.

This kind of despair and sadness cannot be described in words, it can only be expressed through actions.

Just as everyone expected, Carl put the feather and the giant egg into his ring.

He suddenly raised his head, and his pair of bloodshot blue eyes stared at Voldemort.

At the same time, his chest swelled high and a large amount of gas was inhaled into his lungs.

Then, the air was squeezed out without reservation by the muscles in his lungs, accompanied by a roar.

"Damn Voldemort, how dare you kill me!!!"

Accompanying this roar was a green light that was even brighter than the one Voldemort had emitted before.

No one saw clearly when Carl took out his wand, that light, oh no, it should be that green light.

He went straight to Voldemort's face, as well as the dark wizards in the square and the four flesh giants.

A strange red cross mark appeared, and the green light looked like a giant green python.

Directly devoured Voldemort in front of him. Yes, in the minds of all the little wizards, the only adjective that could come to mind was "devour".

The ray of light completely covered Voldemort's entire body, and after penetrating his body, it immediately began to branch out and attack the marked targets.

The little wizards covered their eyes with their hands. The green light in front of them was so bright, even more dazzling than the midday sun.

Carl was holding the black dragon spine wand in his hand, and seemed to be enjoying the spell as well. The cracks in the spine of the wand in his hand began to crack and glow.

Strange blue lights appeared on the wand and began to extend on the wand.

It finally reached an astonishing 50 centimeters, but Carl didn't care about this change. At the moment, he was still immersed in the imagination he had outlined.

He knew very well that the destructive power of Avada Kedavra depended entirely on the malice in the caster's heart at the moment.

If an innocent child casts this kind of spell, the most he can do is cause the other person to bleed from the nose.

Facing the grandmaster-level Avada Kedavra enthusiast Voldemort, he did not intend to give the other party any chance at this moment.

Therefore, his actions just now were not meaningless. He was just starting to outline in the memory palace.

He wanted to use the memory, even though Voldemort killed his phoenix, but this did not make Carl want to kill Voldemort.

He needed to be more desperate, to have someone more disgusting as a target, even if it was just a figment of his imagination.

Fortunately, in my previous life, there was never a shortage of such disgusting and helpless people.

He only needs to recall those leaders, colleagues, and relatives who spoke ill of him in his previous life.

The surging malice was like a flood that broke through a dam and was out of control.

At the same time, there is also the despair brought about by imagination, which is a sense of powerlessness that is extremely real.

An ordinary teenager is faced with the helplessness in modern society, with everyone around him directing his life.

Only he himself understood that there was no chance of his life getting any better, from the moment he stepped out of the campus.

He is placed in an abyss with no bottom in sight, and he can numb himself with concepts such as "love", "friendship", "family", and ideals.

With no end in sight to his futile efforts, he built himself a set of mountaineering equipment to allow himself to climb up from the bottom of the abyss.

But what followed was a huge rock falling from above: "growth", "marriage", "aging of parents", and "salary that will never increase".

Countless huge rocks smashed down on him, destroying his efforts, paralyzing his body, and finally destroying his spirit.

When all this is over, when people reach middle age, they will be like people who have fallen into a swamp, and the people around them will no longer struggle.

You also begin to give up trying, and eventually watch part of your life sink to the bottom of the swamp.

At the moment of death, the body that had been falling in the abyss finally fell heavily to the bottom of the abyss.

That feeling of despair that can't be shaken off no matter what is a negative energy that no wizard with magic can feel.

Carl stared at Voldemort in front of him and suddenly roared loudly.

"Don't underestimate the resentment of workers, you idiot!!!"

After roaring loudly, the resentment was enough to kill ten "Evil Sword Immortals" on the spot.

The green python began to wrap around and swallow, accompanied by a huge explosion.

A cloud of black snow began to float in the sky above Hogwarts. Carl stood in the corner with his head down and remained silent, holding a wand.

Amid the flying black snow, a red beam of light hit the wand in his hand, sending the strange wand flying several meters away.

Old Crouch walked over with his wand raised and looked at Carl with a serious expression.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, you are under arrest!!"