Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"What do you mean by saying these words?" Carl had a vague bad feeling.

Mrs. Joseph squinted her eyes and looked at Karl with a smile on her face, and said in a doting tone.

"Don't you understand? My silly little baby has found the most important treasure in his life."

"He will do anything to stay by your side, even at the cost of his own life."

"But Mr. Eisenstein next to you seems to have the same feelings towards you, even though he looks silly."

"But I can sense that he has other feelings for you, and it's definitely not the loyalty of a subordinate to his master."

"This..." Carl's brain started to freeze. When he thought of the two people beside him, he felt really embarrassed.

He didn't know how to deal with this relationship, and just when he was in trouble.

Mrs. Joseph on the side couldn't help laughing and shook her head.

"It seems that my guess was correct. When I asked this seemingly simple question, your thinking obviously slowed down a lot."

"This behavior has proven that you have feelings for both of them. You are beginning to feel a little embarrassed."

"no!!!"

Hearing this, Karl jumped up and explained in panic with a flushed face.

"Absolutely not. I am just thinking about how to handle the relationship with my subordinates. As a leader, this is an issue that must be handled well."

"Otherwise it will probably cause chaos in the organization. I am their leader, how could I possibly..."

Mrs. Joseph made a silence gesture with her hand, slowly opened her squinted eyes, and stared into Karl's eyes.

"Don't try to explain. The more flustered and nervous you appear, the more it proves that my guess is correct."

"No." Carl said stubbornly, "Your logic is not supported by evidence."

He spoke in a strong tone, but in the process of speaking, he unconsciously looked away from her.

Looking at the cute girl in front of him who turned her head slightly away and didn't dare to look at him.

Mrs. Joseph smiled even more brightly, and she deliberately lowered her voice and spoke in a coaxing tone.

"Indeed, in terms of emotions, no matter how great the magic or how advanced the technology is, it seems to have lost its original magic."

"None of them can explain why love appears, but we can use the simplest method to prove it."

"That is to use existing facts to make simple proofs, such as me."

"What?" Carl looked at her strangely.

Mrs. Joseph shook her hair, revealing her face which, although showing some signs of aging, was still beautiful.

He said with confidence.

"I was still studying at EM Lyon Business School at the time, and I can honestly say that I had the best looks and body shape in the entire university."

"Basically, I can match your current status in the European magic world. There are countless outstanding men pursuing me."

"But I didn't have any feelings for any of them until I met Louis."

When talking about her husband's name, this unpredictable lady always has a strange smile on her face.

It was a smile that was a mixture of happiness, worry, helplessness and a little bit of regret.

With this smile, she began to recall.

"Due to reasons well known to the wizarding world, the Lestrange family was being purged by the entire European wizarding world at that time."

"In order to preserve the family bloodline, they sent some of its important members to the Muggle world."

"Louis was one of them at that time. At that time, he was far from being as big and strong as he is now."

"He was short and ugly, and his whole body was filled with depression, but just one look was enough to seal his fate."

"What?" Carl looked at the older sister in front of him who was feeling moved by herself, and had no idea what she was talking about.

He said with disdain on his face.

"There are countless loopholes in your words. I admit that love is very complicated and cannot be explained by conventional logic."

"But how could a school beauty from a top private aristocratic academy fall in love with a down-and-out aristocrat from the magical world at first sight?"

"Even a third-rate novelist wouldn't write a plot like this."

"What an inconsiderate little rascal." Mrs. Joseph, whose memories were interrupted by Karl, pouted in dissatisfaction and turned into a sulking older girl.

Then the sulking older girl slowly raised her restrained right hand.

He raised his white palm to the level of Carl’s eyes, and then his lips did not move at all, and no light was generated.

A beautiful yellow iris appeared in her palm.

"How is this possible?" Carl's eyes widened and he kept shaking his head. He was 100% sure that this was not some amazing magic trick.

It is real magic, but isn’t the person in front of me a Muggle?

How could she use magic? And during the whole process, there was no fluctuation of magic power.

"Nothing is impossible." Mrs. Joseph looked at Karl with a smile on her face, showing the little flower in her hand.

"This is indeed a magic, and it is considered to be a very low-brow magic. I think a wizard like you who has seen a lot of things can do this."

"I've probably never seen such boring magic before."

At the end, Mrs. Joseph paused and finally used the word "boring" to describe her magic.

Indeed, as she said, there is no such boring magic in the magical world.

Although wizards have different personalities, some are cruel by nature, some are kind by nature, and most are mediocre.

But no matter whether they are the great wizards who have left their names in history, or the notorious dark wizards.

Or maybe there are ordinary wizards wandering in some corner of the world, and no one studies this kind of magic.

Because this kind of magic is completely useless. Although the flowers that are conjured up have entity, they do not have the nature of matter.

It cannot be used to brew potions or sold. After losing its magical support, it will quickly wither and disappear.

No wizard would be foolish enough to waste precious magic power just to conjure up a few flowers for viewing.

"But it's beautiful, isn't it?"

"What??"

Carl was still trying hard to search for records about this magic in his mind.

Mrs. Joseph raised her right hand and suddenly spoke calmly.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? At least this flower is beautiful. He conjured up a whole field of flowers for me."

“When I was saddest and most confused, a whole field of irises under the white moonlight was so beautiful!!”