Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After figuring all this out, Carl began to cooperate with the other party's performance. He frowned, risking getting diabetes tomorrow.

She put the pink macaron in the other person's hand into her mouth, while trying hard to put a smile on her face.

"really tasty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Joseph took out another small piece of cake and handed it to him, speaking in a doting tone.

"My dear, how about having a taste of my cake?"

"It's so delicious?" Carl took the cake and took a bite, and a "happy" smile immediately appeared on his face.

Seeing that happy smile, Mrs. Joseph finally nodded with satisfaction, and then said something with some complaints.

"I said, my cakes are good, but since my children came back this year, they suddenly don't like to eat the cakes I made."

"He must have been blinded by some vixen outside and eaten something unhealthy, so he refused the little cake filled with his mother's love."

"That damn vixen, don't let me know who he is, otherwise I will poison him to death with magic potion."

Hearing this, Karl couldn't help but shudder all over, and quickly lowered his eyes slightly, while keeping his head up, he looked at the table.

Mrs. Joseph wrote this on the desk.

"Generally speaking, the way we cooperate with Dumbledore's successor is not as difficult as we imagined."

"On the contrary, it is of great help to both of our plans. To put it simply, the specific method is that if the other party opposes something, we must support it."

"If the other side is unwilling to create violent incidents, we will deliberately create them. We just need to grasp the specific timing."

After reading the text, Carl waved his hand slightly, and the magic power immediately dried all the water stains on the table.

He kept his own body still, using magic to draw the tea in the cup beside him, and wrote on the dry tabletop.

"How to judge whether the timing is right? Can you tell me more specifically?"

After writing down his needs, Carl turned his gaze back to Mrs. Joseph.

The moment their eyes met, the other person understood what he meant, and immediately lowered his eyes slightly, just like Carl had just done.

After taking a look at the words the other person had written, he took a new macaron from the dessert stand beside him with a smile on his face and stuffed it into Carl's mouth.

Looking at the piece of snack next to my mouth, I can smell how sweet it is even before it enters my mouth.

Carl only felt the corners of his eyes twitching wildly. He did not use magic to write on the table, but looked at Mrs. Joseph with pleading eyes.

As if to say.

"Do I have to eat it?"

Mrs. Joseph just tilted her head and gently shook the macaron in her hand in front of Karl.

Carl's eyes were filled with black lines when he saw this action. This action was so embarrassing, as if the other party was holding cat snacks and teasing a proud kitten.

Angry Carl puffed his face into a bun, then opened his mouth wide and swallowed the whole macaroon in one gulp.

Then he turned his head to the side and chewed angrily.

Mrs. Joseph smiled with a look of success, admiring the puffy little bun in front of her while continuing to write and draw on the table with her free right hand.

From time to time, I would give a few words of comfort.

"Don't be so anxious, little cutie! As a lady, you should eat slowly and carefully. Of course, that only applies before marriage."

"If you are willing to marry that silly boy in our family, I will definitely not ask you to do this, and I will definitely stand on the same front with you."

"Let's defend your married life together and teach that fool a lesson."

Hearing this, Karl turned his head back in disbelief and looked at Mrs. Joseph with a doting smile on her face.

At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that this memory must not be found by anyone, and whoever dared to peek into this memory would be killed.

It's really shameful.

But no matter how shameful it is, things still have to be done. Carl continued his previous actions and turned his attention back to the words written by the other party.

Mrs. Joseph wrote this.

"Generally speaking, the right time usually has signs before it appears, such as in the near future."

"A huge financial crisis will soon break out in the British wizarding world. This is a very good time for us to enter the market."

"On the one hand, Dumbledore's successor wants to use this crisis to continue to expand his influence."

"At the same time, he transformed all the wizards in the British wizarding world into the labor force in his magic factory in the process."

"He will inevitably encounter some resistance, mainly from two aspects. One aspect comes from the British Ministry of Magic."

"Because doing so will reduce their influence, they will definitely oppose it. On the other hand, there are wizards from the British wizarding community."

"They can completely avoid this debt crisis by coming to continental Europe. After all, this debt crisis will only affect the British wizarding world."

"It won't have much impact on the European wizarding world. Many British wizards have relatives on the European continent."

"They even have some real estate and savings. It is very likely that they will flee the British wizarding world with their family. We can help them at this time."

Seeing these words, Carl nodded silently in his heart, and then asked his new question in the same way.

"Then how should we act? At the same time, we need to find an organizationally justifiable reason for our actions."

After writing this question, unsurprisingly, another macaron was handed to my mouth.

Looking at the smug smile on Mrs. Joseph's face, he suddenly felt that a disgusting old face was slowly overlapping with the face of the beautiful woman in front of him.

She was another vindictive person. I just didn't eat her dessert and tied her up with magic for less than half an hour.

He is deliberately looking for trouble to retaliate against me. Really, is there no one else in the entire magical world who is as magnanimous and generous as me?

While Karl was sighing, Mrs. Joseph's next words could definitely be described as ruthless and ruthless.

I saw this beautiful wife with her head tilted as if she was fantasizing about the future.

"You said that your future children with Kevin Jr. will inherit the slightly reddish hair of the Lestrange family."

"You still have that beautiful black hair. You'd better give birth to a lovely daughter first. I have always wanted a lovely girl."

"But she gave birth to a bastard boy, who was seduced by a vixen outside and refused to eat even the snacks made by his mother."

Hearing such vicious words, Carl almost broke down. The pent-up anger in his heart made him speak without knowing why.

"More likely to be blonde."