Chapter 202 Wenda Rozier

"Don't act like I'm not a good person." Grindelwald looked at the compromising Carl, the smirk on his face never stopped, but his tone was still serious and proper.

"I'm only doing this for your sake. How could I possibly harm you? Everything I do is just for your future."

Hearing the other party being so shameless and speaking in a tone of "this is all for your own good", Carl really wanted to slap this old man.

But now that things have come to this, verbal competitiveness is no longer of much significance. After all, one cannot give up money for the sake of face.

So he just sat there quietly, staring at Grindelwald with calm eyes.

After a while, Grindelwald probably felt that it was boring and gradually put away his arrogant smile.

He said as he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Well, since both parties have reached a deal, there is no need for me to say anything more. Please wait here for a while."

"Someone will be here soon to help you with your makeup and choose clothes. I look forward to meeting you again, my dear daughter."

"Theodora Grindelwald!!"

After saying that, he teleported away to avoid Carl's angry kick, and then teleported directly to the door of the reception hall.

He opened the door and walked outside, but then playfully put his head back into the living room and pretended to be expectant.

"Those scumbags of the European wizarding world, prepare to greet your beautiful queen."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Karl couldn't help but cast a Killing Curse, but Grindelwald was faster and closed the door of the living room almost instantly.

The deadly green light hit the golden bronze gate, but did not cause any explosion. After a wave of magical ripples, the gate was safe and sound.

Looking at the door in front of him, Carl couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

At the same time, we have to admit that Grindelwald's strength is indeed extraordinary, and this castle alone can be called a priceless treasure.

When he thought that the castle would be his property in the future, he finally felt better, if it weren't for the sake of a certain old bee.

He had to play some insignificant role in the death of his nominal "father".

But now, all he had to do was wait, sitting alone in the empty living room, having just finished enjoying a cake.

After the anger in his heart subsided, Carl couldn't help feeling sleepy, so he lay on the table and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar figure in front of him.

"Aunt Wenda?" Karl asked puzzledly.

But just as he finished speaking, the right side of his face was pinched tightly by the elegant lady in front of him.

"I've told you so many times that the term auntie is not appropriate for any woman. Pay attention, little brat."

"Also, you and your partner went on a honeymoon, and even though you bought me a gift, you promised me that."

"Will you come visit me during the summer vacation? And you come to Germany instead, you little brat."

Wenda Rozier pinched Carl's face and roared unceremoniously.

"Gently, gently." Carl, who was scolded badly, did not dare to say it like he did to Dumbledore or Grindelwald.

If he fought back directly with words like that, he could only beg for mercy while explaining.

"I was only planning to stay here for a while. I had already negotiated with that old guy, after he helped me get the German drug certificate."

"I was just going to go back to England. He changed his mind at the last minute. It's none of my business."

"What old thing? You should call him father." Wenda pinched Carl's face with even more force, and his expression became unusually serious.

"There can be no mistakes on this point, especially in the years ahead, when you appear in this capacity."

"There must be no mistakes in addressing him. You may not be able to imagine the prestige and status he holds in the Saints organization."

"I understand." Carl replied perfunctorily, but he was not convinced in his heart, thinking that when he was in England.

Every wizard I met kept emphasizing to me the significance of Dumbledore to Hogwarts.

This is of great significance to the entire British wizarding world, but in just one year, the old man was still being manipulated by himself at will.

Although Grindelwald had tricked me first, there was still a long time to go, and I must find a way to get revenge.

This is not because I am petty, it's just that I simply don't like the other person.

"What bad ideas are you thinking of again?" Wenda released his right hand that was pinching Carl's face, stared into his eyes and said helplessly.

"There's no need to lie to me. Every time you lie, you can't help but look down. You're just like him when he was young."

"He is a person who will not accept any constraints at all. Just looking at these eyes makes people feel suffocated."

After saying this, perhaps it was because she saw Carl's Dumbledore-like eyes that reminded this lady of great temperament of some bad memories.

Or maybe it was simply because Carl's face felt so good, Wenda couldn't help but stretch out his left hand again.

On the other side of Karl’s face, he pinched it hard.

Carl's cheeks were pinched red, and he could only sit on the chair with tears in his eyes, letting the lady play with him.

After all, no child will reject his mother.

"You are quite sensible." After fully kneading Carl, Wenda felt satisfied and let him go.

Then he picked up the two LV bags he was carrying and threw them on the open space on both sides of him.

He took out the magic wand and lightly tapped it, and two LV bags immediately began to expand and deform, two huge wardrobes and a complicated dressing table.

Suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

Looking at the colorful dresses in front of me and the lipsticks whose colors I can't even tell.

Carl couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He now felt a little regretful about why he invented this portable magic backpack.

In the end, he even used it on himself. Seeing that he could not escape his fate, he tried to minimize the losses.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed his red face hard, trying to make his face as round as possible.

Then she tried hard to put on a watery look, looked at Wenda Rozier, and spoke in a sweet tone.

"Sister, there's no need to go through so much trouble. Just pick one at random."

"After all, if you really want me to play the role of Grindelwald's successor, then I must at least have an outstanding leadership temperament."

"What's up with that pink lolita skirt? It doesn't match the image design."

Wenda seemed to have expected Carl's cuteness. He was happily choosing various cute little dresses from the closet beside him.

At the same time, he suddenly turned around and looked at Carl, warning him ferociously.

"Don't think about running away. When you were in the United States, didn't I also let you wear that kind of little skirt before you were 10 years old?"

"Now is a good time for me to recall those beautiful moments."

After that, Wenda took a pink lolita dress, walked in front of Karl, and said with a wicked smile.

"Let me begin with this one, my dear little Carl."