Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After being threatened by Professor Snape's eyes, Professor McGonagall's eyes also followed.

Dumbledore, who was caught in the middle, was really in a dilemma for a moment and thought about it for a long time.

He could only look at Carl, who was sitting in the front row, standing up and ready to give a speech at any time, with a resentful look.

They are so similar, exactly the same, they both like to stir up trouble after reminiscing about the past.

The old man immediately used one of his specialties and pretended to be stupid. After all, it was understandable that he was confused due to his age.

So Dumbledore acted as if he felt nothing, the noise of his classmates in the classroom, and the questions of the two professors.

It was as if they didn't exist at all. He took out the candy bag he brought with him and grabbed a handful of crawling cockroaches from it.

Throw a handful into your mouth and start savoring the sweet taste.

This act of tacit approval made Professor McGonagall very angry, but she also felt that Professor Snape was right.

So I decided not to interfere with the course after the possible help from outside the field disappeared.

Professor Quirrell was no match for Carl at all, and the rhythm of the entire class was immediately controlled by Carl.

He stood straight, looked at all the students with high spirits, and spoke seriously.

"We don't disrespect teachers, that must be made clear first, but we must ensure that we are students of Hogwarts."

"You have the right to receive the best education in the magical world. This is unquestionable and cannot be denied by anyone."

"The importance of Defence Against the Dark Arts, some would argue, is irrelevant now that the British wizarding world has been at peace for so long."

"The younger generation doesn't need to pay too much attention to these things, but who can guarantee that the mysterious man, the perverted murderer, will not make a comeback?"

This impassioned speech not only avoided the trouble of disrespecting the professor, but also denied Professor Quirrell's teaching method, and also dissed Voldemort by the way.

In just a few words, the students were excited, while the professors in the back row were all shocked.

Professor Quirrell on the podium had a pale face. He could already hear Voldemort's angry roar in his mind.

He wanted to stop Carl from talking any further, but how could Carl pay any attention to him?

After stirring up the emotions of the classmates, he immediately continued.

"Don't be afraid, my dear classmates. I can see the fear hidden in your eyes. You are all afraid of the mysterious man, but what I want to say is."

“We should not be afraid of fear. The only thing that can fear us is fear itself.”

"So we should cheer up, study excellent knowledge, and learn the most useful dark arts defense course."

"So that when the fear does come, you and I can stand there and face it."

"Go get that noseless, murderous pervert."

This generous and childish speech immediately attracted overwhelming praise from classmates, whether they were Hufflepuff or Gryffindor students.

They all knocked on the table in unison. The "dong dong dong" sound was like a war drum, responding to the fear that Carl had mentioned.

Start declaring war!

Carl continued to try even though he had already seen Professor McGonagall's face which was already very bad.

But he just wanted to say that it’s not that the students don’t behave like human beings, but the dog system gave them too much, plus this Professor Quirrell.

Isn't it a bit too rubbish, including the pervert behind his head.

This made Carl feel deeply frustrated. He has always adhered to a principle that it doesn't matter whether his opponent is a good guy or a villain.

You must have enough coolness to defeat your opponent and get the proper sense of accomplishment.

Instead of like this, the opponent is simply vulnerable.

This feeling is very bad, just like driving an Aston Martin and racing with a person riding a shared bicycle, but even if you win, you don’t get a chance to show your face.

So he had to provoke the other party, make him lose his mind and do something out of the ordinary, so that his actions would not seem like a prank.

At the same time, put the blame on the other party.

Sure enough, after the rounds of diss, Voldemort behind Professor Quirrell's head had already gone mad with rage.

His body has not recovered and his intelligence has been affected. From a scientific point of view, he should be considered a mentally retarded person and a fool.

I am a fool, but Carl still teases me like this.

It would be strange if he didn't go crazy, Voldemort roared madly in Professor Quirrell's mind.

"Give me this body immediately. I want to punish this arrogant boy."

"Let him see the glory of the Dark Lord. I will kill this ignorant little brat."

Professor Quirrell still wanted to resist. He was really scared. What if Voldemort really killed Carl in the classroom?

Then I would be the one to take the blame. I don't want to stay in Azkaban for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately, his resistance was of no avail, and he performed a shy street dance on the podium.

"Professor Quirrell", who was always weak and stuttering, suddenly stood up straight, his eyes full of sharp coldness.

He first looked at the classmate who was still banging the table and scolded him harshly.

"Stop it, you idiots. If you hit me again, get out of the classroom."

With just one sentence, the whole audience was silent. The students stopped what they were doing but continued to whisper to each other.

Some people said, "What happened to Professor Quirrell? Why did he suddenly become so angry?"

Some people said, "I don't think we will be punished. I don't want to be penalized."

More people are saying, "Look at his gaze and aura, how come he looks so much like Professor Snape."

These discussions reached Professor Snape's ears without reservation, and his expression, which had just softened a little, finally softened.

His face instantly turned into a sour one. Professor McGonagall was also confused, but out of respect between professors.

She did not speak, and even believed that necessary strictness was beneficial to teaching, but the words could be gentler.

After scolding the other students, Professor Quirrell looked at Carl again, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Mr. Hohenzollern, you like to stand out among the students. Don't you know that this kind of behavior is often very dangerous?"

Hearing this, Carl looked at the professor with a look of disdain, which changed to one of interest.

He didn't sit down, but stood up and looked at the other person, saying lightly.

"Of course, I was born in the Muggle world, so I certainly understand what you mean better, but I am in Hogwarts now."

"How could I be in danger because of your protection and that of other professors?"

"Muggle, huh!" After hearing Carl say that he was of Muggle-born, Professor Quirrell's face was clearly full of disdain.

He said quietly.

"Since you are not satisfied with my teaching method, then it is up to you to propose how this class should be taught."

Carl fell into the trap. Although he was disdainful in his heart, his expression was sincere. He pretended to think about it seriously.

It was not until the other person showed an anxious expression on his face that he spoke slowly.

"Defense against the Dark Arts is mainly about practice. If possible, I would like to have a magic battle with the professor."

"No, absolutely not!" Professor McGonagall, who had been silent all this time, immediately stopped them loudly.

Professor Quirrell's eyes lit up and he spoke with a sinister look.

"Of course, my dear student."