Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Don't come over here!!" He saw that his soul and body were about to be doubly destroyed.

For the first time, a look of panic appeared in Carl's eyes, and almost instinctively he fired a spell.

"Imprison Incarcerous immediately!"

At such a close distance, the spell hit the opponent without any suspense, and the red magic light bound Mrs. Joseph's whole body.

After making sure that the opponent was unable to move, Carl used flash magic to distance himself from the opponent and was 5 meters away from Mrs. Joseph.

Look at each other with an extremely complicated look.

Before coming to France, Carl had imagined countless difficult scenarios, including debating with wizards who stubbornly advocated wizard supremacy.

Engage in dirty exchanges of interests with those pure-blood wizard families who hold huge resources.

Even in extreme cases, you can call on Professor Snape for support and send those guys who are completely unwilling to cooperate into an eternal and happy dream.

But he never thought that he would encounter such a problem one day.

Karl looked at the French sister with a good figure in front of him, the mother of his subordinate, and couldn't help but frowned.

When Joseph Lestrange noticed that Carl had refocused his attention on him, his expression changed almost instantly.

From the pervert who looked like a pedophile just now, she turned into a dignified and elegant aristocratic woman again.

Even though her whole body was restrained, she still tried to maintain her elegance, threw her hair aside, and turned around with difficulty to look at Karl.

"There's no need to look at me like that, and there's no need to doubt anything, a great Eastern philosopher once said."

"Without investigation, there is no right to speak. Without observing you, I must find a way to get close to you and understand you."

"Only when I have enough data can I make the best choice for the family."

Hearing that familiar famous quote, Carl was a little dazed for a moment, and he did not remove the magic from the other party.

It’s not that he was afraid that the other party would threaten his life, it’s just an instinctive vigilance.

The speed at which the other party changed his expression just now was something that even I, with my god-level performance, could not have done.

The ability to change one's facial expressions smoothly and fluently at will, changing one's temperament as well.

He had only seen it in one person before, his damn wild father, Gellert Grindelwald.

It is a skill that has been honed over and over again, a skill that is automatically developed through years of training and interaction with countless different kinds of people.

No magic or performance is required, just a special ability similar to biological instinct.

When Carl thought about this, his scalp couldn't help but feel a little tingling, because based on the previous theoretical inferences, a fact can be proved.

In other words, this French wife with a supermodel figure has the same experience as Grindelwald of the previous generation.

Since he entered the magical world, this was the first time that someone surpassed him in knowledge and experience. What was even more terrifying was that the other person was a Muggle.

After thinking this through, Karl took a deep breath and solemnly asked his first question.

"Answer my question. Just like the famous philosophical saying you just said, if you don't investigate, you have no right to speak."

"I need to know everything about you. I can't show any sincerity to someone I can't control at all."

"What was your last name before you got married and changed it to your husband's last name."

"That's a good question." Mrs. Joseph laughed and leaned against the wall.

While ensuring your body balance, try to stand straighter.

Make yourself look more like a communicator rather than a criminal being interrogated.

"Before I answer this question, I also want to ask a few simple questions."

"Is this a threat?" Carl said impatiently, "If I don't answer your questions, you won't tell me any information."

"Please understand the situation you are in, ma'am. Don't be fooled by my appearance. I am not a good girl."

"Don't speak so hastily and harshly!!" Mrs. Joseph pouted her lips, just like before, almost in an instant.

The supermodel, who was still maintaining her elegance, turned into a grumpy little girl again.

"It's just a mutual transaction. I need to have enough conversations with you before I can have a deeper judgment and understanding of you."

"At the same time, you don't have to deny that you have been trying to understand me as much as possible through the conversation just now."

"And my first question isn't a difficult one at all. I just wanted to simply ask why you wanted to know my maiden name."

Hearing this, Carl thought for a few seconds, then spoke calmly.

"The reason is very simple. Based on our previous communication and your special ability to control facial expressions."

"I can basically judge what career you were in or what position you were in before you married your current husband."

"You must be able to frequently come into contact with countless people of all kinds, and they must be big shots in the upper echelons. Only in such a complex environment can you be so close to them."

"Only then can we develop that instinctive awareness."

"So you think my Muggle surname is very noble." Mrs. Joseph smiled slightly and turned back into the elegant supermodel.

He looked at Karl with a smile and said in a doting tone.

"But darling, have you ever considered that I might just be more capable, so I'm rising faster in my career."

“It quickly climbed to a very high level.”

"Impossible?" Carl shook his head calmly, "I don't deny that judging from your current performance, your ability is definitely very strong."

"But there is one thing that we have to consider, and that is your age. You are still very young."

"We can use the most scientific method to match you, assuming you graduate directly from college at the age of 18 and find a career that meets the above conditions I mentioned."

"It can be summarized into a few simple categories: high-level lawyers, high-level accountants, and high-level doctors."

"You can't do any of these three professions because they require a lot of experience."

While speaking, Carl was trying hard to observe the lady in front of him, hoping to capture some useful information.

But unfortunately, the other person's expression hardly changed, he just kept looking at him with a smile.

Helpless, Carl could only continue analyzing.

"Then there is only one profession left that meets all the requirements: high-level civil servants or parliamentarians."

“And to become a high-ranking civil servant and parliamentarian at such a young age, one must have strong political capital.”

“I can’t think of any way to obtain this kind of innate political capital except through blood inheritance.”

"After all, this continent had been at war for hundreds of years before the 20th century, and those dozens of crowns were constantly circulating among those few families."

“This land, known as the birthplace of modern politics, is actually more conservative than anywhere else on the planet.”

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