Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"There is no need to talk in such a private place, and there is no need for you to test me again. I don't like sweets."

Carl looked at the hidden chambers in front of him, as well as the pink macarons in the hands of Mrs. Joseph beside him, who wanted to feed him dessert with her own hands, and couldn't help but sigh.

This secret room is hidden in the deepest part of the castle. Outside it are maze-like corridors and constantly changing random magic.

The location of the entire secret room is very secretive, but the decoration inside the room is of a different style.

The room is elegantly decorated, with exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls, soft carpets on the floor, and a faint floral scent in the air.

And between Carl and the others, there was a cute and exquisite small table.

There were several classic French pastries on the table, and the first thing that caught my eye was macarons.

This small and exquisite dessert is colorful, crispy, and has rich and varied fillings, including chocolate, strawberry, vanilla and many other flavors.

The second is the croissant, which is golden and crispy on the outside, soft and delicious on the inside, and exudes a rich buttery aroma.

In addition, there are French cream puffs with a crispy shell and sweet cream filling inside, which are very memorable.

The whole room was filled with an extremely sweet atmosphere because of these desserts.

Mrs. Joseph even changed her imposing fire-style long dress and wore a pink medieval princess dress.

Wearing white lace gloves, she looks like a delicate doll.

And if Karl hadn’t resisted desperately, the other party would have even prepared several sets of skirts for himself.

She even wanted to play the mother-daughter game with herself. At this moment, this wife and mother was poking Carl's delicate face with her slender fingers.

She pouted and complained.

"Just eat one piece. These are all made by me. There will definitely be no safety issues."

"Don't be so stubborn. Compared to your appearance, your personality is really not cute at all."

Hearing this, Carl, who had been silently enduring, laughed angrily and turned his body slightly to escape the opponent's finger attack.

He stared at the beautiful lady in front of him with squinted eyes and asked in confusion.

"Since you know to use honorifics when talking to me, why do you still do this?"

"Do you think in your heart that Grindelwald's heir is willing to play such a boring game with you?"

"Or do you simply not care about my possible anger?"

The end of these words was a naked threat, but Mrs. Joseph Lestrange did not show any panic.

She just gracefully put the pink macaron in her hand back on the plate, and then quickly took off the white lace on her hand.

She casually threw it aside and then directly unzipped the back of her Baroque style pink dress.

Seeing that his subordinate's mother was about to change clothes in front of him, Karl instinctively covered his eyes and shouted in panic.

"What are you doing? This is no longer a matter of impoliteness. This has risen to basic courtesy. Please stop this behavior immediately."

"hey-hey!!"

Carl thought that his threat would at least make the other party stop, but he didn't expect to only hear the other party chuckle.

The hands that he had covered his eyes with were forcibly pulled open.

He didn't even have time to close his eyes.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a crazy woman. This is at most an excessive joke, not a humiliation."

"And judging from your reaction, it seems that my judgment of you was not wrong. You are not what many people in the Saints think you are."

"You are a powerful person with an iron fist like your grandfather. You still have a bit of kindness in your heart, because only kind people will cooperate with others in joking."

"Especially when it comes to jokes that are too extreme, there needs to be a certain degree of tolerance."

Mrs. Joseph Lestrange looked at Carl with a smile and said these words calmly and indifferently.

Opposite her was Karl, who was standing there in a daze. He stared straight at the woman in front of him, his eyes filled with unspoken anger.

There was no erotic scene in front of him as he had imagined. This strange lady was wearing a gorgeous Baroque dress.

He was also wearing a fashionable white T-shirt and tight jeans.

At this moment, she no longer had the elegance and composure she had before, but instead revealed a sense of wildness.

He crossed his legs and held a Caporal ladies' cigarette in his mouth.

"Who are you? Why are you putting on such a show? What do you want from me? Intelligence, or something else?"

Carl stared at Joseph Lestrange who was smoking, and his tone no longer contained the respect for his elders that he had just maintained.

But talk about cross-examination nakedly.

Joseph Lestrange did not answer these questions directly, but slowly blew out a smoke ring.

He smiled at the alert Carl, flicking the ash gracefully while speaking slowly.

"You don't have to doubt my identity. I am Joseph Lestrange, the wife of Louis Lestrange and the mother of Kevin Lestrange."

"I believe that with your ability to judge, you have already made a basic judgment about my identity. I am different from you, right?"

"You are a Muggle." Carl said coldly, "But this is a serious problem."

"A pure-blood wizard family that has always been revered by the French wizarding world as a pioneer of wizard supremacy."

"The patriarch of his family married a Muggle. I have heard some rumors about this before."

"But I never dared to be so sure until the moment you kissed my forehead just now, I was sure that there was no fluctuation of magic in you."

"So!" Carl, or "Theodora Grindelwald", suddenly had a special prickly ash wood wand in his hand.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the woman in front of him, questioning in a cold tone.

"Please explain the series of actions you just took, otherwise I will just rely on your kiss on my forehead."

"I will burn you to ashes. How dare you, a lowly Muggle, touch the flesh of Grindelwald's heir."

"This is already a capital crime!!"

"This is already a capital crime!" Joseph Lestrange shouted in panic, "Then what should I do? Should I kneel on the ground and beg for mercy?"

"Forget it, I think it's better this way."

It was obvious that the lady's panic was fake, and her exaggerated acting made her look like a circus clown.

And while she was speaking, she deliberately stood up and approached Karl step by step.

Until the magic wand touched the surging blood in her chest, this strange woman suddenly opened her arms and pretended to be extremely sad.

She wiped her tears and shouted loudly.

"If I must be sentenced to death, I want to die in the arms of a lovely girl like you."

"And before I die, I must give you a good kiss."