Chapter 247: Diverting the Conflict
As soon as Carl finished speaking, the group of grumpy little lions in Gryffindor instantly became angry and started yelling.
There were inevitably some harsh words in the conversation, which touched the sensitive nerves of Slytherin. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere that had finally been eased became tense again.
Just when both sides were about to start another round of verbal abuse, Carl, who had been smiling the whole time, suddenly looked up and shouted.
"Shut up, everyone!!"
The sound was so loud that it caused the entire carriage to shake slightly. The magic power had reached 4, which was enough to rival that of the high-level wizard Carl.
At this moment, his aura was fully open, and his smile as warm as the sun disappeared, replaced by a look as cold as the Siberian wind.
A pair of blue eyes scanned the audience, and the aura he exuded finally made these students remember.
The unbelievably handsome young man in front of them was not as amiable as he looked. A picture emerged in everyone's mind.
That was at the end of last semester. The other party used the Avada Kedavra curse to burn 10 dark wizards and the newly resurrected Voldemort into black snowflakes.
The Gryffindor students who had been so aggressive just now suddenly stopped.
As for Slytherin, there is no need to say more. This group of middle school boys admire the strong. They had a battle at the end of last semester.
Carl's position in the hearts of Slytherin students had long been established, even though he was a Hufflepuff, whom Slytherin students looked down upon the most.
There was no effect at all, and the graceful little snakes returned to their seats.
While eating snacks or drinking coffee, he continued to look at the Gryffindor students behind Carl with a sarcastic smile on his face.
After both sides finally stopped, Carl said angrily.
"However, considering that Draco used violence against Ron because of this incident, Mr. Weasley does not have to pay the compensation."
After this was said, the Gryffindor students were visibly relieved, but the Slytherin students looked a little unhappy.
In order to take care of the emotions of both parties, and also to test the "Ron" in front of him.
Karl suddenly changed the subject and teased in a nonchalant tone.
"But I don't understand why a Gryffindor would be pinned to the ground and beaten by a Slytherin."
"I guess the soul of Gryffindor is crying in the Sorting Hat."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Slytherin snakes, who had been somewhat dissatisfied just now, immediately stood up and applauded, paying tribute to Draco who was still in a daze.
They no longer had any dissatisfaction. After all, in the minds of Slytherin students, face is more important than money.
As long as it can make the Gryffindors embarrass themselves in front of the Slytherins, a game console is nothing.
As for the little lions of Gryffindor, their faces looked extremely ugly, and at the same time, they lost the sympathy they had just felt for Ron.
Many of them also disappeared in an instant. Carl felt the changes in the emotions of the people around him, and couldn't help feeling a little proud.
He knew that this "Ron" in front of him was trying to use his classmates' sympathy to cause trouble.
It is not clear why they do this, but Hogwarts is their territory and they will never allow anyone to interfere.
That's why he deliberately said this, after all, in the hearts of these young and energetic little lions.
The friendship and sympathy towards classmates may not be as important as face, not to mention that Ron was only beaten and not dead.
Everyone survived Professor Snape's excessive punishment, so what's the point of being beaten? In contrast.
Face is still more important.
After the emotions of both parties were regained, Carl immediately started the second step, which was what to do when faced with a sudden social rumor.
At this time, you should not think about refuting the rumor immediately, but instead create a bigger explosion point to attract everyone's attention.
What Carl did next was to wrap his head around this thought, he looked at Draco first and said with a smile.
"No matter what, this matter ends here today. Go back and help me write a report on my experience using the game console of at least 5000 words."
"After you hand it over to me, I will find a way to restore your save file and give you a new game console."
"5000 words!!" Draco suddenly screamed out of control, looking at Carl with an expression as if he had seen a ghost and begged.
"Mr. Hohenzollern, why don't you let that red-haired guy beat me up? I really can't write a document with so many words."
“5000 words will kill me!!”
The tone and expression of Draco when he said this were so heartbreaking that anyone who heard it would cry.
The Gryffindor students glared at him when they heard Kata say the number of 5000 words.
They couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Draco.
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, a small white hand suddenly grabbed Draco, and Harry said seriously.
"No problem Mr. Hohenzollern, we'll write it!!"
"No need for you, Harry. I can do it myself." Feeling the warmth and softness on his right hand, Draco suddenly regained his health and refused Harry's help with a proud look on his face.
"But we played the game together, so there's also a copy of my save file, right?"
Harry pouted and said with some complaints.
"Okay, I accept your help."
Draco blushed and reluctantly accepted the help.
"No more playing, let's go."
All the Gryffindor people who were watching the interaction between the two had the same thought in their minds: fighting and compensation were worthless at this moment.
Even if Ron hadn't been beaten half to death, he would have lost the duel completely.
After eating enough dog food and dealing with Draco's side.
Carl looked at Ron and said in an unquestionable tone.
"As for you, Mr. Weasley, I think I need to help you deal with the injuries on your body, after all, you will be attending the opening banquet later."
"Although we are just ordinary students on this train, we are the adopted son of Headmaster Dumbledore."
"I still need to maintain the dignity of Hogwarts."
"Thank you, Mr. Hohenzollern!" Ron lowered his head to express his gratitude, his voice so low that it did not attract anyone's attention.
But Carl, who was standing nearby, could feel the emotional changes coming from the other person.
Just as he was about to make his move, a mocking, veiled voice suddenly rang out from deep inside the Slytherin carriage.
"Mr. Hohenzollern is indeed worthy of his reputation, but ordinary healing magic may be useless for such a serious injury."
"Even if we use professional healing potions, it will probably take a day. I don't know about the legendary Dumbledore's successor."
"Is there any different method?"
