CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT. THE HUMILIATION THAT ECHOED.

The air in the room grew thick with tension, every breath held in anticipation as eyes darted from one face to another. Who could have possibly outbid the mighty Harry?

The classroom, once a sea of murmurs, had fallen into a heavy silence. The tension was almost suffocating, with each student on edge, their hearts pounding in their chests as they awaited the professor’s next words.

Professor Hamilton, visibly shaken and almost reluctant to speak, glanced down at the paper in his trembling hand. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as the words seemed to stick. The silence stretched on, unbearable, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl.

Finally, with a voice that barely held together, he forced out the name that would shatter the room’s expectations.

"The number one donor is... Oliver Howard, who donated $50,000!"

His voice cracked, the words almost strangled as they left his lips. The shock was evident, rippling through the room like an electric current.

Gasps echoed off the walls,