Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Silence once again fell over the entire courtroom, and everyone looked at Dumbledore, who was standing next to Carl, with different eyes.

Among them, the presidium sitting at the highest seat, and the Ministry of Magic officials on the left, most of them lowered their heads and covered their mouths, trying hard to hold back their laughter.

They didn't even dare to look up at the expression on Cornelius Fudge's face. After all, they had all received professional training.

I usually don't laugh in such a serious situation unless I can't help it.

Cornelius Fudge's face twitched so fast that Umbridge, who was standing beside him, became a little worried, fearing that her minister might have a stroke and pass out.

Old Crouch's expression didn't change at all. His silent old face looked businesslike.

As for the teachers and students of Hogwarts, they were naturally full of admiration for their own headmaster from the moment they entered the door.

He completely controlled the rhythm in his own hands and was able to overturn the verdict even by using the Unforgivable Curse. He was really too powerful.

Among them, Cedric's eyes were full of stars. He had always admired Dumbledore very much, and today he was even more excited to see the headmaster's heroic figure.

Carl is the only exception among all people, he said with some jealousy.

"It seems that living a long life is not necessarily a bad thing. In addition to consuming candy, you can also do some good things."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" Dumbledore said angrily. "From the way you sound, it seems like you wish I would die."

"If I die, what good will it do you?"

"That's a lot of benefits." Carl smiled slightly, "You and your brother are the only ones left in the Dumbledore family."

"According to the inheritance law, after you die, all your property will belong to me, and I can become the headmaster of Hogwarts one day earlier."

"You little bastard, if I had known I wouldn't have come to save you." Dumbledore began to get angry.

Carl, however, sat on the Diaoyutai, raised his head and glanced at the other person.

"Of course you can choose not to show up today, as long as you are not afraid that Azkaban Castle will suddenly appear one day."

"You can choose not to come if you are hit by a Muggle missile for no apparent reason,"

"You just have to pay off all the debts you owe me, including all the expenses in the Muggle world over the past month."

"It seems like just yesterday, you guys booked a couple's suite at the Goring Hotel and ordered some red wine. The atmosphere was really good."

“I just don’t know…”

Dumbledore quickly covered Carl's mouth, stared into the other's eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Aren't you in prison? How do you know this?"

Carl smiled wickedly and spoke softly.

"They can forbid me to use magic, but they forget that I could do many things before I learned magic."

"I spent a year showing these wizards the power of technology, but they still don't take it seriously."

"In this game, the winner and loser have been decided from the beginning. The result is already determined. Only the process will have ups and downs."

"So it doesn't matter whether you come here today or not. Your arrival only puts a perfect end to this performance, but it won't change anything."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and looked at Cornelius Fudge, his face cold.

“Ignorance and weakness are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is.”

Although the conversation between Carl and Dumbledore was very low, it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

After hearing Carl's last words, all the wizards present once again chose to remain silent.

Unlike the previous times when the venue fell silent, this time the silence was very complete, and they were lost in self-reflection.

No one was whispering anymore, and in the entire courtroom, only the sound of breathing was floating in the air.

The gentle breeze blew away the time. After an unknown amount of time, old Crouch, the deputy presiding judge, gently knocked the gavel beside his hand.

He woke everyone up from their thoughts and announced softly.

"This trial is temporarily adjourned. According to the law, we will wait for the discussion of the Supreme Council of the Wizengamot in two days."

"Announce again whether to follow the precedent just mentioned by Headmaster Dumbledore and convene a general meeting of British wizards."

"Public trial of Mr. Hohenzollern, using the Unforgivable Curse on the case."

"Now please leave in an orderly manner."

As soon as the words fell, everyone present stood up and prepared to leave without saying a word.

The four international Aurors immediately came to Carl's side, ready to help him remove the restraints on his body.

Perhaps what they didn't expect was that Carl refused with a smile.

"Thank you sir. I would like to be the last one to leave, okay?"

The four international Aurors looked at each other and calmly returned to their previous positions.

After they left, Cedric suddenly took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette from it, put it in his mouth, lit it and took a light puff.

Then he coughed violently and handed the cigarette to Carl's mouth.

"You are so thoughtful." Carl smiled with satisfaction and started puffing smoke from a cigarette.

The white light shone vertically in the center of the entire courtroom, shining on the only teenager who was confined to his seat.

The young man had a cigarette between his lips, white smoke covering his upper body, and his face could not be seen clearly under the reflection of the light.

The first to leave were the officials from the Ministry of Magic. They lined up in an orderly manner just like they had when they entered before, but just passed by Carl.

Unlike before when they bowed to Cornelius Fudge on the podium, this time each official passed by Carl.

That brief pause may have been more like the true thoughts in his heart.

The next to leave were the teachers and students of Hogwarts, who also slowly left under the leadership of Professor McGonagall.

They are much more unrestrained and passionate than that group of officials.

Some of them gathered around Cedric and joked, like George and Fred, who put their arms around Cedric's shoulders, one on each side.

"You've been in the spotlight today, you annoying guy!"

"That's right, Mr. Hohenzollern is really good to you. This is the nth piece of clothing I've given you. Is it ten pieces now, George?"

"You underestimate the relationship between the two of them. There are already more than twenty cases of this happening in school, Fred."

The two brothers sang in unison, making Cedric blush with laughter.

Professor McGonagall glared at them both sternly, then looked at Carl and said.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hohenzollern. Hogwarts will not forget what you have done. You are a good boy."

“I believe this now.”

After Professor McGonagall, the other students either briefly greeted Carl or offered reassurances.

I will definitely tell my parents everything I saw today and ask them to vote for me at the Wizarding Conference.

Carl just responded with a polite smile and used magic to block out the secondhand smoke around him.

He is always gentle to his classmates.

After the Hogwarts teachers and students left, Cornelius Fudge took old Crouch and Umbridge away and quickly walked past Carl.

There was no greeting or pause, just a moment of eye contact.

The last to leave were Dumbledore and the old guys from the presidium, who were chatting and laughing among themselves.

It seemed that he didn't take today seriously at all. After everyone left, Carl asked four international Aurors to remove the restraints on him.

He assured them that he would never run away and asked them to go out and wait for a minute.

After the four international Aurors left, the entire courtroom was empty except for the reporters who were still filming.

Only Cedric and Carl were left. The two young men smiled at each other under the white light.