Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Hearing this, Carl instantly became alert and scanned the entire carriage, trying to find the source of the sound.

He looked around for a long time but didn't see any unfamiliar faces, which made him even more nervous.

You know, at Hogwarts, he never emphasized his identity as Dumbledore's heir.

Everyone knows that he is the adopted son of Headmaster Dumbledore, but that's all. These people probably don't know his true identity.

Moreover, he has been downplaying the relationship between himself and Dumbledore in the eyes of most students.

Carl and Headmaster Dumbledore are more like a naughty grandson and a helpless grandfather.

At first glance, it was strange to hear someone claiming to be Dumbledore's successor, and the voice even sounded familiar.

He also had to doubt that the situation seemed a little unexpected.

When faced with unknown potential threats, the best way is to demonstrate strength and force the other party to show up and cooperate with you.

Or simply escape and abandon the conspiracy.

So, under everyone's gaze, he snapped his fingers lightly, and a ball of orange flame suddenly appeared above his head.

A loud, heartwarming bird cry sounded, and a large bird covered in flaming red appeared on Carl's shoulder.

Its feathers are as bright as flames, with red, orange and gold interweaving.

The feather crest on its head is like a crown, its tail is long and forked, with a metallic luster, and its eyes are majestic and mysterious, showing its noble and sacred temperament.

"Phoenix!"

"Mr. Hohenzollern's phoenix, how come it has changed? I remember when I first saw it, it was as fat as a turkey."

"Are you stupid? The phoenix will be reborn after death. This is obviously a return to normal."

"It's so beautiful, much more beautiful than that half-dead old bird of Headmaster Dumbledore, just like Mr. Hohenzollern."

Looking at the Phoenix standing on Carl's shoulder, glaring at the man who said he was as fat as a turkey.

Everyone exclaimed in amazement, and the injured Ron was thrown aside. No one cared about what had just happened.

The broken game consoles on the ground, the classmates who were beaten half to death, none of these could stop the little wizards.

He tried desperately to get closer to Carl, trying to get a closer look at this beautiful big bird.

“It’s so beautiful!”

Harry pulled Draco and squeezed to the front of the line, staring at the phoenix in front of him with fascination.

"It is indeed very beautiful." He stretched out a hand and touched the Phoenix's head, but his expression seemed a little lonely.

He said in a deliberately sad tone.

"If possible, I don't want it to become so beautiful. It was quite cute when it was round before."

"It became like this because it saved my life."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hohenzollern." Harry lowered his head with a dejected look on his face. "If it weren't for Ron and me, your plan wouldn't have been ruined."

"You will not be ambushed by Voldemort, and your phoenix will not be killed by him."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of everyone in the two carriages shifted from Phoenix to Ron in an instant.

Everyone stared at each other with a blaming look, and many of them even had ugly expressions.

You know, the Battle of Hogwarts at the end of last semester has already become a bragging point for all students at home.

Throughout the entire summer, wherever Hogwarts students went, there would be legends of the battle.

The legend of that war was circulating throughout the European wizarding world, if it weren't for the sudden appearance in Germany of a girl named Grindelwald's heir.

The popularity of this war can still be seen on the headlines of major newspapers.

But everyone knew very well that the battle was not as simple as they boasted, if Voldemort had not guessed that Mr. Hohenzollern possessed the Phoenix.

The Phoenix blocked the Avada Kedavra with its body. No one dared to imagine what the final situation would be.

The fear of what lies ahead is the most terrifying thing. Harry's words made almost everyone present feel a chill down their spine.

Feeling the changes in the emotions of the people around him, Carl couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes when he looked at Ron.

He still couldn't figure out what was going on with Ron, nor could he figure out whether he was involved with the strange noise just now.

But you choose your own path. If someone dares to play tricks on you, then let him see who is the best actor in the entire Hogwarts.

So he waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then looked at Ron and Harry, and the lonely expression on his face disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was that signature warm smile.

"There is no need to blame anyone. I don't blame you, Miss Harry, or Mr. Weasley."

"I just hope that after going through that, you can grow up and always know that true courage is not recklessness."

"May the courage of Gryffindor always shine in your hearts."

"Well, now that this little episode is over, I'll just have to help heal Mr. Weasley first."

Then he gently stroked the Phoenix's head, lowering his head as if to whisper softly in the big bird's ear.

But the other students didn't seem to intend to let Ron go. The more open-minded Carl was, the more resentful his classmates became.

They stared at the silent Ron, their eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Seeing his good friend being glared at like that, Harry became very anxious and wanted to explain.

But he felt that the more he talked, the more serious the situation might become, so he wanted to ask Mr. Hohenzollern for help.

But if I think about it carefully, the other party has done nothing wrong, and has even been generous and magnanimous enough, so I really can't lose face.

I want to share the firepower and tell the person next to me that I also have part of the responsibility for the mistake.

But no one dared to blame him, as to why he didn't vent his anger on Harry.

The reason was very simple. Although the little wizards present were naive, they were definitely not stupid. Everyone knew that behind Miss Harry was Professor Snape.

Just like that, the victim who had just gained everyone's sympathy, was gone after Carl's simple performance.

He immediately became a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to beat, and at this time Carl gently raised his right hand.

The phoenix that had been standing on his shoulder spread its wings and flew away. After circling in the carriage for a while, it made a loud bird cry.

Then it slowly descended, landed on Ron's messy red hair, slowly lowered its head and dropped a tear with golden light.

That drop of golden tear slowly flowed down Ron's forehead to his face, leaving scary-looking scars wherever it passed.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than half a minute, Ron, who was beaten like a pig, was gone.

My health was restored immediately, and my skin even became whiter and cleaner.

So much so that many of the senior students present looked at the phoenix that flew back to Carl's shoulder with greedy eyes.

Carl ignored those looks. He kept his eyes on Ron and saw that there was no change in the other person until he returned to normal.

The doubts in his heart couldn't help but deepen, and just as he looked at the other party.

Ron, who had been keeping his head down and keeping silent, suddenly raised his head slowly, revealed a weird smile and said.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Hohenzollern!"

"Of course." Carl also answered with a smile on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a little amused in his heart.

Because although the young man in front of him was thanking him, he was very sure that the voice did not come from his mouth.

Ron's mouth moved slightly, and it could be interpreted from lip reading that he was saying...

"long time no see!"