Chapter 484 Dumbledore's Era Finally Ends

As he spoke, Carl changed into an expression of deep grief, and the speed of his expression changing in an instant could be said to be without any trace of acting.

The professors were so stunned that they forgot to express their opinions.

And Carl took advantage of this opportunity to continue speaking.

"Since they think that I took their wealth away, it is me who caused the current predicament of the British wizarding world."

"That's great, I'm willing to give them a chance. At the end of next month, I want to hold a special competition."

"All students from the four major colleges of Hogwarts can sign up. I will offer a reward they cannot refuse."

"Give all students of the final winning academy a reward of 1 gold galleons per person and household. Isn't it just because you are short of money?"

"I am willing to pay this money just to get back the Hogwarts I am familiar with."

As Carl said this, he waved his hand lightly and directly lifted the sleeping spell on the students who were still sleeping on the ground.

To make sure everyone can hear what you say clearly, so when you hear that last number.

Those Gryffindors who had just woken up and were still a little aggressive, immediately froze in place, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Carl didn't pay any attention to them at all, but kept looking at Dumbledore in front of him.

Dumbledore sighed deeply and looked helplessly at the people present and the messy auditorium.

Slowly stood up from his seat.

The other students stood up and thought that the principal was going to lecture them again, so they prepared to return to their seats impatiently.

As a result, as soon as they stood up, they immediately froze in place and looked at the old man in front of them in disbelief.

The other party spoke with a dejected look on his face.

"Today is the most unsuccessful day in my life. I saw the entire Hogwarts fall apart, and my dear children regarded each other as enemies."

"I won't criticize you because I don't think I'm qualified. As your principal, I must take responsibility for this matter."

"So at the end of this week, I will formally submit my resignation to the Board of Directors and nominate Professor McGonagall to succeed me as Headmaster."

"Professor Severus Snape, future Deputy Headmaster, you are not wrong children, this will all be on me."

"I hope this kind of thing won't happen again. Please give an elderly person a last bit of hope."

After saying this, the old man, who was always smiling and optimistic, turned around and left the auditorium.

Until the old figure disappeared from everyone's sight, no one had waited for the words that they often heard.

"It was just a joke."

It was not until Professor Mike chased out that the young wizards and professors, who were standing in a daze in their seats, were sure that what they heard was not a joke.

Headmaster Dumbledore was about to resign as the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Slytherin and Gryffindor houses had just been fighting and swearing at each other.

Everyone fell into extreme silence, and no one could believe what they had just heard.

You have to know that this generation of young wizards grew up listening to Dumbledore's legendary stories, no matter whether it was the snack cards they ate.

Either you heard it from your parents or you read the fairy tale books about Dumbledore.

Dumbledore has become a symbol and an emblem to Hogwarts, and the entire wizarding world mentions Hogwarts.

The first person that comes to mind is often Dumbledore, the school's headmaster. They often can't tell when the other party started holding this position.

It was as if the position of Hogwarts headmaster was naturally tied to Dumbledore.

Completely unaffected by the passage of time, but now, this old man who has dedicated almost his entire life to Hogwarts.

He personally announced to his dear students that he would resign from this position.

For a moment, everyone present felt like they were sitting on a wooden boat floating on the sea, crossing a stormy strait.

The huge waves ahead and the violent storm above made everyone terrified, but when everyone saw the old captain holding the steering wheel with a firm expression.

I couldn't help but feel relieved, but now, the old captain jumped off the boat and left, leaving the panicked customers on the boat, looking at the huge waves ahead, not knowing what to do.

For more than half an hour, not a single young wizard left the auditorium. Everyone stood in place, staring at the side door of the auditorium.

Their eyes were full of expectation and desire; they wanted to see that familiar figure coming towards them through the side door.

With that kind smile, he spoke to them with a smile.

"It was only a joke, my dear children."

But time passed minute by minute, and they still didn't see the familiar figure. Perhaps they didn't know how long they had been waiting.

They are just unwilling to leave. They are afraid that after they leave, all this will become reality. Even if it has already come true, they are unwilling to admit it.

“Dong~~~~~”

A melodious bell sounded from the bell tower in the distance, indicating that they had been waiting here for nearly an hour.

The dull and distant bell tolled shattered the unrealistic fantasy, and the silent crowd began to move slowly.

All the little wizards lowered their heads and walked slowly towards the door of the auditorium, their movements were slow.

Everyone's eyes were still fixed on the side door. The familiar figure still hadn't appeared, and the crowd was slowly flowing away like a stream of water.

Karl looked at those lonely figures with no expression on his face.

Not until the last student disappeared in front of him did he slowly turn around and look at the golden cup in front of him that symbolized his status as the principal.

He slowly picked up the silver spoon beside him and tapped the gold cup gently.

The melodious sound of metal colliding echoed in the empty auditorium, and a smile slowly appeared on Carl's face.

After waiting for so long, I finally completed a preliminary task. I have to say that this old man’s cup is really good.

At the same time, outside the Gryffindor dormitory, in a utility room at the end of the corridor, a red-haired boy knelt on the ground with his body twisted.

With his hands raised high, his expression was extremely ferocious, and thick white mist came out of his mouth, as if there was burning coal in his body.

The sound he made was sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl at night, but if you listened carefully it sounded like two sounds merged together.

One voice was struggling in pain, while the other was shouting excitedly.

"Dumbledore's time is finally over"