Chapter 200 Grindelwald's Small Legacy

But no matter how much I complain, I still have to do it, but I consider that I don’t communicate much with this old guy.

Carl was still somewhat vigilant. After all, compared to Dumbledore, who had principles and bottom lines, this was the first generation Dark Lord who dominated the European wizarding world.

But he was never one to be easily offended, so he asked cautiously and tentatively.

"What exactly is your plan?"

"Don't be so wary of the kid." Grindelwald pressed his hand to his left chest, pretending to be sad.

"Your skeptical tone is sad to hear. After all, I am still your father. I must emphasize this point."

"Most of your genes come from me. Dumbledore can only be regarded as your mother. This cannot be changed."

"Let's get to the point." Carl was a little angry. "I'm not interested in listening to your past love history. Just tell me what conditions I need to agree to."

"You can help me complete the drug certification of the new drug in Germany. I know this will be easy for you."

"You give me your chips, and I will give you my price. It's a fair deal, no cheating. I don't believe in emotions."

"Oh really?" Grindelwald asked softly with a wicked smile, staring into his eyes.

"Then why did you pay that kid more than 2 gold galleons? What benefit did he bring you during your journey?"

"I don't see anything materialistic about it. If you say that hug is worth 2 gold galleons, then I agree."

"You are spying on me!!!" Carl's voice rose octaves, staring at the handsome old man in front of him.

Then he turned around and waved his hand and said.

"I think there's no need for us to continue this conversation. This kind of surveillance is absolutely unacceptable. Without trust between both parties, the transaction cannot be completed."

"You can do whatever you want now. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Carl pulled out a chair and prepared to leave, but just as he took a step, Grindelwald spoke slowly.

"I didn't ask anyone to monitor you. It was my former members of the Saints. They took the initiative to monitor your every move."

"Don't forget your current identity. You are Dumbledore's adopted son and will be his heir in the future."

"To my stupid subordinates, you are the biggest threat to the organization's future. They are monitoring you on their own initiative, and I don't have much to do about it."

"That's also why I asked you to complete my plan. The Saints organization seems to be somewhat out of control."

"Really?" Carl turned his head and looked at Grindelwald half-doubtfully. After rolling his eyes twice, he pretended to be embarrassed and said.

"I believe what you said, but what does it have to do with me? Why should I help you complete your plan?"

“I can’t get any benefit from it.”

"15 castles across Europe, 6 hidden vaults, and organizational power throughout Europe and the United States."

"These are really not that great of a benefit, and I don't think you'd be tempted."

Grindelwald crossed his arms and looked at Carl with a smug look on his face.

Carl, who was about to leave, silently retracted his right leg, pulled out the chair and sat down again.

He took out a bottle of treasured Bordeaux red wine from his ring, opened the seal, and then took out two high-heeled glasses made of pure crystal.

He poured two full glasses without decanting the wine, and said with a smile on his face while handing one of the glasses to Grindelwald.

"What are you talking about? Even if you only have one gold galleon left on your body, I can't refuse your request."

"Who told you to create me? Right? Why would we talk about money? It hurts our feelings. I just want to ask you something."

"Can the money and castle be transferred directly? Most of the money will not exist. It has been seized by the Ministry of Magic of various countries."

"You want me to launder the money? I'm not rejecting your kindness, but it will be more troublesome."

Looking at the speed at which the boy's expression changed, Grindelwald couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was truly better than his teacher.

But since this kid is so aware of the current situation, there is no need to tease him anymore.

So Grindelwald said calmly.

"Don't worry, those castles and vaults are all legal and formal properties. Most of them used to belong to major pure-blood families in Europe."

"After I founded the Saints, a large number of them donated most of their property to me personally."

"Although we failed half a century ago, I am imprisoned by myself. No Ministry of Magic in any country has the power to arrest me."

"You are not even qualified to confiscate my property. Moreover, most of the members of my organization are currently serving as high-ranking officials in various European magical ministries."

Hearing this, the smile on Karl's face became even wider, and he rubbed his hands excitedly, but in the midst of his excitement he thought about it for a moment.

Then he immediately calmed down and asked more puzzledly.

"That's not right. You have such a huge amount of wealth and such a wide network of contacts. How could there be any problems within the organization?"

"With your prestige, is there anyone who dares to usurp the throne?"

"That won't happen." Grindelwald shook the red wine in the glass, took a sip and said helplessly.

"But the situation is indeed not optimistic. The reason is very simple. I am already old. Even powerful wizards usually have a very long lifespan."

"But I'm at the end of my life now, and I'm not in the mood to think about these issues."

"I just want to spend the rest of my life slowly with my beloved, but before that, my ideals and my organization."

"We must find a suitable successor, so you must carry out my plan. I need a young successor."

"Just like Karl Hohenzollern, I need a young man to inherit the bloodline."

"Hey! I thought it was a big deal." Carl leaned back in his chair with a relaxed look on his face, drinking red wine and said nonchalantly.

"You just want me to play a double act with you. A Grindelwald heir appears in Europe, facing Dumbledore's heir who appears in Britain across the sea."

"The resurrection of a grudge from half a century ago is indeed very topical. I agree with your request."

"Then what is the name of my identity? Considering that you are from Germany, Lundsnett, or Lucas, Felix or something like that would also be good."

Looking at the excited boy in front of him, Grindelwald's wicked smile appeared on his face again, and he drank the red wine in the crystal glass.

Then he leaned back in his chair like Carl, crossed his hands, shook his head and spoke softly.

"Those names are really good, but of course they still have some shortcomings, mainly because they don't fit my identity. I've already thought of them."

"Your name is Theodora Grindelwald!!"

"What did you say!!" Carl sprayed out the red wine he had just drunk.

He looked at the handsome old man in front of him in disbelief, stood up suddenly and questioned.

"But if I remember correctly, this should be a girl's name."