Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

The fanatical crowd began to leave, and the sound of air explosions continued to be heard. Most of the middle-aged and elderly wizards directly used Apparition magic to leave.

But as they walked away, they looked at the Aurors trapped in the flames with either hostility or complacency.

The young people were much more excessive, and they all spoke trash to the Aurors in a sarcastic tone.

French, English, German, and even some Latin mixed in, with everyone speaking the same language, it feels like a world swear word awards ceremony.

"You bunch of power lackeys, do you still want to come and search my castle? Isn't it a weekly routine inspection?"

"Where is your previous swagger? In front of Grindelwald's heir, you are still the same as you were half a century ago."

"You are trapped by this supreme power. Why not offer your loyalty now? Maybe you can walk out intact."

Kevin Lestrange was the last to leave, and he seemed to run into someone he knew, facing an Auror who was about the same age as his father.

He uttered crazy words, and even at the end he reached his hand into the blue flame burning in front of the other person.

Through the wall of fire, he stared into the eyes of the Auror inside and spoke in a rather crazy tone.

"The noble Lestrange will never approve of people like you. You will eventually be defeated by this supreme ideal."

"Burn to ashes completely!!"

He was indeed a little crazy today, but it was not his fault. He did this countless times in the middle of the night when his family was sleeping soundly.

These guys would inexplicably break into their own castles and forcibly demand a search in the name of routine security checks.

Then they found various reasons to force their father to bribe them.

At this time, the young Kevin Lestrange would hide in the corner of the second-floor corridor.

Countless days and nights passed as he looked at the men in Auror uniforms in the living room downstairs with a strange look.

Those images were so deeply engraved in his mind that he would meet other classmates from pure-blood families at school.

Together they formed a student organization modeled after the Saints, but now it seems that a poor imitation will never be as good as the original.

That adult's heir has appeared, and like his grandfather, he will eventually write his own name in the history of the wizarding world, whether it is good or bad.

"Kevin Lestrange!!"

A shout pulled the young man back to reality from his memories. He looked down and saw a beautiful face with a faint smile.

"Do you know my name?" the boy asked with a trembling voice.

"Of course. I still have a very vivid memory of the boy who dared to ask me to dance."

Theodora Grindelwald tapped her temple with her finger and continued with a smile.

"But I think you'd better leave now. Your presence is not needed for the next performance."

"Of course, my dear lady." Kevin Lestrange excitedly saluted as a knight, but when he was about to leave.

He fixed his eyes on Cedric, who had been standing next to Carl and wearing a mask, and said in a resolute tone.

"I always look forward to meeting you next time, the most beautiful lady in my heart, and I will prove it to you with my actions."

"I am the one who can ask you to dance, by the name of Lestrange."

After the boy finished speaking, he used magic to leave the building, disguised as Carl, who was Theodora Grindelwald.

Hearing this, his body trembled slightly, but it was not because he was moved by the second-year student's speech.

It was just that it was really difficult to hold back his laughter, because the moment he finished saying this, he laughed through the two holes on the mask of the person standing next to him.

I can already smell the burnt pumpkin pie caused by anger.

But no matter how much fun it was, he still had to do his work, so he quickly calmed down.

She turned back into the queen who conquered the entire Saints organization with just one speech, and her cold blue eyes raised slightly.

Looking at the Aurors trapped by Fiendfyre high in the sky surrounding the building.

"Your cowardice is beyond my expectation. After such a long time, none of you dared to touch the flame in front of you."

"Sure enough, in your eyes, the so-called honor of the Ministry of Magic and the so-called duties of Aurors are nothing but empty words after all."

"You chose your beliefs at the moment when you had the best chance of stopping me. I will not kill you."

Theodora Grindelwald shook her head in disdain.

The Aurors trapped in the flames looked at each other in amazement.

Looking at the puzzled expressions on those faces, Theodora Grindelwald spoke again, this time her tone was filled with resentment for not fighting back.

"It seems that you haven't realized what an opportunity you just missed before I speak."

"The flames in front of you will burn you to ashes in an instant if you reach out and touch them."

"But this is your only chance. If you die here, then those people behind the scenes will be in trouble."

"We can use your death as a basis for widespread media coverage, completely erasing the half-century gap."

"The Saints organization that has reappeared in the European wizarding world is characterized as a group of dark wizards who like to use violence."

"This would buy you precious time for your failure, but after weighing the pros and cons, you chose not to do so."

Theodora Grindelwald deliberately paused for a moment, looking at the various strange and awkward expressions that appeared on those faces.

A few older Aurors opened their mouths to speak, but were interrupted by her.

"Please be quiet gentlemen, I don't need you to tell me the answer because it's a lie."

"I am willing to tell you the truth, whether you are willing to accept it or not, for only one reason."

"That is, after weighing the pros and cons in your minds, you think of the Ministry of Magic behind you and the existing order it represents."

"It's not worth your lives, that's all, even though you didn't join us right then and there."

"But on this matter, it is undisputed that we stand together, and you can continue to maintain your current identity."

"There is still one year left. When each night falls, you can slowly think about it. The Saint's Palace is waiting for the answers of all wizards."

After saying this, Theodora Grindelwald took out her wand again and released the Aurors.

Then he waved his hand dismissively.

"If you want to take action, I welcome you at any time. I always hope to have a tough opponent who can stand against me."

"Victory without an opponent is really boring, but I remind you that it's best to leave quickly."

"Otherwise, this bunker will become your flaming coffin. After all, the return of every organization must ultimately be accompanied by a strong declaration of purpose."

"I will set the bunker on fire. As for whether the Muggles will find out, I guess that's your job."