Chapter 208 A glance is worth a thousand words

"She is not my master." Kevin Lestrange said somewhat dissatisfiedly, "Even if she is Mr. Grindelwald's heir."

"But that's just because she inherited the blood of the Grindelwald family. It doesn't mean that she naturally has the right to inherit the Saints organization."

"We would never have acknowledged this if she wasn't qualified."

"Keep your voice down." Louis Lestrange nervously covered his son's mouth and looked around cautiously.

As the patriarch of the French Lestrange family, this handsome and strong middle-aged man.

In addition to feeling scared, he also felt a little helpless about his son's reckless behavior.

He knew that his son was not an exception, and that most of the young wizards around them held the same view.

The half century of Master Grindelwald's self-imprisonment has caused the Saints Organization to lose its former glory.

The organization is extremely divided internally, and there is no need to elaborate on the conflicts between pure-blood families and civilian wizards.

Even the pure-blood families, who were previously staunch supporters, are now divided into multiple factions.

Most of the earliest elders who followed Master Grindelwald have passed away, and the rest are too old to have much influence.

The second group is the middle-aged people who grew up during the revolution led by Master Grindelwald.

Most of them were already patriarchs of their respective families, but after all, when they came to power, Master Grindelwald had already imprisoned himself in Nurmengard.

He did not participate in the revolution, and his loyalty to the organization came more from his admiration for Grindelwald himself.

Now, most of them would not have much resistance to being loyal and obeying a new successor to Grindelwald out of their admiration for Grindelwald himself.

However, it would be a big question mark if they were asked to devote their family's property and power to the next revolution like the first batch of elders did.

As for the last group, they were undoubtedly the young wizards represented by his son.

They are looking forward to a "girl" who is about the same age as themselves, or even younger than themselves, inheriting this legendary organization.

Most are very hostile.

Recalling this, Louis Lestrange couldn't help but sigh deeply, turning to look at his son and patiently persuading him.

"Kevin, no matter what your little group is planning, I hope you won't do anything today."

"The master is announcing his successor today. This is an important ceremony. If you dare to cause trouble."

"So what will be the consequences? I don't think I need to say much. I want to remind you that the master once almost burned the entire city of Paris to ashes with a single spell."

"I understand, father." Kevin Lestrange nodded reluctantly, but still muttered to himself.

"I just don't believe that a little witch can be so powerful. She must be an ugly one. I..."

Words become extremely pale at this moment. It was just an inadvertent glance back at the young boy who was so noisy just now.

For a moment, he seemed to lose the ability to speak, and under the gaze of everyone, the golden bronze door that had been closed for a long time opened.

Being slowly pushed open from outside, "Theodora Grindelwald" played by Carl walked slowly into the banquet hall.

Under the reflection of the chandelier above her head, her high golden bun looked like a dazzling crown, which directly established her cool and elegant temperament.

But the few strands of hair hanging between the ears and eyebrows reveal a youthful vitality and cuteness.

The blue eyes hidden behind the frameless glasses are as clear, bright and deep as the ice in the deep sea.

It makes people feel cold, but also makes them yearn for it.

The black dress, which set off her tall figure, had patterns embellished with pure silver thread.

As she moved, she shone with dazzling light, like stars shining in the night sky.

Each of her steps seemed so firm and powerful, her blood-red high heels stepping on the white marble floor.

There were bursts of crisp sounds, as if a band hidden in the dark was beating out heart-stirring drum beats.

Under everyone's gaze, she crowned herself with her unique accompaniment.

"So beautiful!!" Kevin Lestrange, who had been staring blankly with his mouth wide open for a long time, thought for a long time before he came up with this adjective.

Louis Lestrange looked at his son like this and hit him on the back of the head angrily.

"Look at your achievements. I have heard you say this more than once before I met this young master."

"She is an ugly girl, and you boasted to your classmates that no matter how beautiful she is, you will never surrender to her."

"After just one meeting, you couldn't say a word. You are really my good son. Do you want to do something else now?"

"No more." Kevin Lestrange immediately patted his chest and said.

"That's good. I told you long ago that if this girl wasn't qualified, how could the master announce his successor so loudly?"

"I listen to your father more. I'm an experienced person and I have more experience in handling things than you do."

"If you encounter any problems in your life in the future, you need to communicate with me more often. I will give you help and guidance."

Seeing his son so well-behaved, Louis Lestrange was very satisfied, just like any other father.

He started chattering to his son, telling him some big principles and bragging a little.

But just when he was about to talk about the glorious deeds of "my father in the past".

Kevin Lestrange, who had been nodding obediently, suddenly looked at his father seriously and spoke.

"Father, I have made up my mind. I am willing to acknowledge her as my master, no matter what you say from now on."

"I am willing to do all that. I have only one condition: I want to marry her."

"What did you say!!!"

Louis Lestrange, who was originally quite happy, immediately screamed out of control when he heard his son say this.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was attracted to Carl at this time, and they found that no one was paying attention to him.

He quickly pulled the boy to a secluded place aside and cast magic to block out the surrounding sounds.

He simply raised his right hand and slapped the opponent three times in the face, still not feeling satisfied after that.

He touched the other person's forehead again and asked angrily.

"What the hell is wrong with your brain? If you're not sick, just shut up."

As he spoke, Louis Lestrange became angrier and angrier, and more and more afraid, so he simply took his son's hand and hurried towards the fireplace next to the living room.

"Let's go now. Dad will take you to see a doctor and have a good check on your brain."

"I'll take care of it no matter how much it costs. Stop scaring me here, okay?"

"I'm not going back." Kevin Lestrange struggled hard to break free from his father's pull and said indignantly.

"There will be a dance after the banquet. If you don't want to help me, just go and ask her to dance yourself."

After saying that, he broke the magic and returned to where he had just stood.

Louis Lestrange stood there blankly, looking at his son's back, and cast another soundproofing spell.

A loud roar.

"Rebellious son!!!"