Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Wonderful, really wonderful!!" A hint of surprise flashed across Mrs. Joseph's eyes, and then they softened.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, and she spoke in a self-deprecating tone.

"Indeed, Europeans nowadays have too much of a sense of superiority. We claim to be the inventors of democracy and the pioneers of modern human civilization."

"We have so much to boast about, including the brilliant Industrial Revolution and the legendary Age of Exploration."

"Britain's British Empire, France's Napoleonic Empire, Newton, Adam Smith, Voltaire."

“Whether it’s science, economics, or philosophy, Europe is far ahead.”

"But." She slowly lowered her head, and there was a hint of tragedy in her self-deprecating tone.

"It really seems that the unrivaled Europe ended its glory with two world wars."

"You are right. Compared to any other region on Earth, this continent is actually the most conservative."

"Nowadays, many young people are beginning to pursue fashionable environmentalism and multi-gender protection."

“But many of them simply won’t demand a change in the underlying logic of society, the political logic.”

"The Spanish International Brigade, capitalism and imperialism, and other ideas have long been forgotten by young people. Those passionate years have disappeared."

"All that's left is a dead silence."

Hearing this, Carl looked at the lady in front of him with some disbelief, ever since he came into contact with the magical world.

He had never heard anyone discuss this issue, discussing those familiar yet unfamiliar terms.

But he quickly suppressed his emotions and asked with his face still as cold as ice.

"I have no interest in discussing those political ideas with you, and I can completely identify you as a potential traitor if you discuss these ideas."

"You should know that our organization's ideology has always been wizard supremacy, and you haven't answered my previous question yet."

"Wizard supremacy!! It's nothing but the wizard version of racism." Mrs. Joseph laughed disdainfully, the sarcasm in her words not even concealed at all.

She squinted at Karl and shook her head firmly.

"No, you are absolutely not that kind of person. You don't like this idea at all, and you know it very well."

"This kind of thinking has no chance of success in this day and age. Very good, I think I have obtained the first information I wanted to obtain."

"Then I'll answer your first question as well."

"Before I married Louis, my last name was Charles de Gaulle."

The moment he heard that resounding surname, Karl couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

"Sure enough, just as I expected, the other party's last name is unusual."

Just as Carl was thinking about how to continue asking questions.

Mrs. Joseph suddenly asked.

"Since you haven't thought of the next question yet, how about I ask you a small question first?"

After saying that, Mrs. Joseph stared at Karl with a smile.

Carl instinctively wanted to resist, as if his spider sense had been triggered. The rational mind told him that the woman in front of him was very dangerous.

Just like that damn wild dad of his, the questions he asked might make him extremely embarrassed.

But just when he was about to refuse, Mrs. Joseph spoke in a very seductive tone as if she had anticipated it.

"If you are willing to let me ask this question, then after this strange meeting is over, I can not only show you the photos I promised to give you."

"And I can send you those photos."

Carl was stunned. The bug in his brain seemed to be triggered again, and his entire brain stopped thinking.

He stared blankly at the woman in front of him who was using his son's dark history as a bargaining chip, and was speechless for a moment.

But thinking of his strong cat, he had to admit that he was a little moved.

Just as he was swaying, Mrs. Joseph couldn't wait any longer and she pretended to be a gossipy little woman.

He asked hurriedly.

"My question is very simple. I just want to know if you like my kind and slightly stupid child."

"Madafuck!" Carl cursed in his heart. It was just as he expected.

The person in front of me not only has an unpredictable personality like that guy, but also has the ability to change his expression at any time.

At the same time, their interests are exactly the same, they only like to pay attention to these embarrassing private lives.

But compared to directly responding to Grindelwald, Carl still had to try to maintain some elegance at this time.

After all, he is currently playing Theodora Grindelwald, the noble princess of dark magic.

So he asked back in the most controlled tone possible.

"Is it appropriate to ask this question now? Although he is your son, he is also my subordinate."

"From the perspective of the entire Saints organization, he is my loyal servant. Is my love necessary for him?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Joseph looked worried again, "But I just want an answer."

"Why?" Carl continued to suppress his anger.

"Because you are too smart and charming, my stupid and naive child is likely to be played with by you as if he were a dog."

"As a mother, I certainly don't want to see this happen."

Mrs. Joseph took it for granted.

“Stupid and naive?” Carl’s eyes twitched wildly as he looked at the woman in front of him whose face was full of self-righteousness.

He asked with some disbelief.

"Are you sure that the two adjectives you just said are used to describe Kevin Lestrange?"

"According to some internal information I have, his behavior is definitely not stupid. It can be said that he is quite smart and capable. At times, he can even be called ruthless."

"As for his innocence, there is no need to talk about it. I heard that he was studying at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France."

"I have always had many girlfriends around me."

"That's just a rumor and a disguise." Mrs. Joseph explained slowly, "With your intelligence, it's impossible that you can't analyze these details."

"As his mother, I know better than anyone how sensitive and pure this child is."

"You must have heard his father tell some stories about him when he was a child, such as not wanting to share toys with other children."

"I don't want to explain these stories, but I want you to think about the other side of them."

"In a family like ours, children will never lack toys, but why is he unwilling to share with others?"

"That's because once this kid sets his mind on something, he will devote everything he has to pursue it. If he can't get it, he would rather destroy it than give up."