Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

After being yelled at by Carl, Louis Lestrange was like a golden retriever scolded by his master.

He lowered his head and walked aside silently, his whole body filled with sadness.

Seeing this scene, Karl felt his eyes twitching wildly, and he even looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a little suspicion.

I learned about this from conversations with Aunt Wenda Rochelle and some other wizards when we first met.

The patriarch of the Lestrange family in front of him is a powerful wizard called the "Lion of France" by many French wizards.

He has always been known for his tough character, but today I feel like something is amiss.

It's not a French lion at all, it's just a big French orange cat. It looks like a tiger, but it's a little fatter and very timid.

But even if Carl had a hundred questions in his mind, he couldn't ask them now.

Besides, the time he had spent with the other person was short, so maybe it was just his illusion, so he considered returning to his solemn and dignified appearance later.

She gave the order directly in a tone that a queen should have.

"Don't dwell on this issue anymore. Don't forget why I came here. Is the person I'm meeting with ready?"

"Dear Mr. Lestrange, you don't really think that I came to this castle just to enjoy Christmas dinner."

"Of course, my lady!" Louis Lestrange half-knelt on the ground, put his right hand on his chest and saluted elegantly.

"The patriarchs of pure-blood wizarding families throughout France, and some important Ministry of Magic officials."

"They all arrive before dinner. Needless to say, the Germans, if the journey is not too long, they like to pay attention to the classical decency."

"I'm afraid they will arrive faster than us Frenchmen, as for some other Eastern European countries and some other wizards who are unwilling to cooperate."

"We...we..."

Louis Lestrange became a little hesitant, and while he spoke, he would secretly glance upward from time to time to observe the changes in expression on Carl's face.

Of course, Carl also noticed this, so he continued the other party's words without any hesitation.

"We cannot invite them, they are still unwilling to join us, they are still unwilling to sacrifice themselves for the greater good."

"Still unwilling to fight for the true freedom for their compatriots."

"Yes." Louis Lestrange lowered his head even lower, not daring to have any more thoughts of peeking.

The gentle and graceful female voice above his head sounded more terrifying to him than the howling Alpine wind outside the window.

Compared to his young son and other young wizards, they would be attracted by the beautiful appearance of the one in front of them.

As someone who had heard his father talk about this many times at the end of the previous generation of Grindelwald, he knew better than anyone what this surname represented.

He understood even more clearly that the organization founded by this surname was not just an ordinary political group.

It was an utterly violent organization that once intimidated the entire European magical world with violence and fear.

As long as the other party is willing, this lady is more beautiful than Helen, who is said to have caused the Trojan War.

A Trojan War in the European magic world can be launched at any time, and it will definitely be larger in scale and more brutal.

And now, he is like a herald outside the ancient Roman Senate, quietly waiting for the decision of the building behind him.

In the end, you have to choose between a parchment that represents peace or a Roman javelin that symbolizes war.

"It seems that they still have illusions and believe that Dumbledore's successor across the ocean can lead them to a different path."

"But I never thought that freedom gained through money and conspiracy would never be more reliable than freedom gained through iron and blood."

“Some things can never be obtained without bloodshed and sacrifice.”

Karl tried hard to play Theodora Grindelwald, and at this moment she was like the famous Russian empress in history.

When facing opposition, his expression was calm, but his tone was as cold as frost.

It seems like just a minor problem, and any force that dares to resist will be crushed to pieces by the European steam roller.

Louis Lestrange couldn't help but tremble when he heard these words. He was afraid that the other party would give orders directly in the next second.

Use the black veil that covers the entire Paris to call on Grindelwald's followers, and use the blue flame to turn Paris into a torch that shines brighter than the air-raid tower.

Just as his mind was racing with thoughts of what might happen next.

A warm and delicate hand gently rested on his shoulder, feeling the pressure on his shoulder.

He slowly looked up, only to see a face more beautiful than an angel, looking at him in confusion, with her finger pointing in another direction.

"Mr. Lestrange, I just called you many times, why didn't you respond to me?"

"Send a wizard or house-elf to help Sir Ludwig von Eisenstein down to rest."

"You'd better give him something to shut his mouth. Don't you think he's been making a lot of noise?"

Carl pointed at Cedric who was still yelling and said with an impatient look on his face.

Hearing this, Louis Lestrange nodded quickly, stood up hurriedly, and shouted loudly into the air.

"Timo! Where have you been? Hurry up and help this respected gentleman to heal his wounds and give him some pain-relieving potion."

"This is Grindelwald's order!!"

"Yes, Master. I have always been here. It is an honor for Timo to serve the respected company. Timo is the happiest house-elf."

As soon as Louis Lestrange finished speaking, there was a burst of air around him.

After a moment of space distortion, a house-elf with strange eye patterns like a red panda appeared.

Appearing in front of the two, this house-elf looked very unhealthy, with a skinny face and a sly look.

He was wearing a rag-like ragged garment, and when he saw Karl, he started screaming like crazy.

"This... this... such a noble bloodline, full of charm like the sun, just to be able to look at you."

"Let Timo die now, and there will be no complaints. You will definitely become a great emperor."

"Like your father, a one-of-a-kind magical king."

"The King of Magic, shouldn't it be the Queen?" Louis Lestrange first saw his own house-elf talking nonsense in front of his little master.

He had originally intended to teach the other party a lesson, but after hearing what he heard, he felt that his house-elf was completely useless.

I can't even tell whether the person in front of me is a man or a woman.

On the other side, Carl was sweating profusely and quickly changed the subject.

"Get this ugly guy out of here right now. I need to have a discussion with you before the formal dinner meeting begins."

"May I, Mr. Lestrange?"

"Of course there is no problem, but..." Louis Lestrange nodded repeatedly, but a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face after a brief silence.

He kicked the house-elf aside until he saw it take Cedric away.

He clasped his hands together with some embarrassment and spoke in a low voice.

"Only if you really want to negotiate with the person who can decide the wealth and power of the Lestrange family."

"Then I think that person should not be me, but my wife."