Chapter 367 Anger and Patience, and the Real Problem

Karl turned around slowly and saw Mrs. Joseph holding up her right hand, with the golden iris still blooming in her hand.

Both of them focused their eyes on the flower.

"You are absolutely right. When a person grows up completely, he will forget his youth."

"I was the same at that time. I just wanted to give it a try and tease this old acquaintance."

"I followed the example of the girls who bullied me before and cornered little Louis in a remote corner of the corridor."

"I threatened him severely that if he didn't teach me how to use magic, I would tell other people that he was a wizard."

The iris was reflected in Mrs. Joseph's pupils. Her eyes were gentle and distant, as if they had traveled through time and space.

The ethereal voice spoke slowly.

"I thought he might resist, be scared, terrified or even run away, but I didn't expect this."

"He just held one of my fingers like a gentleman and put his index finger in the palm of my hand."

"He looked at me with a silly smile on his face and said no problem."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Mrs. Joseph seemed to be immersed in those beautiful memories and unable to extricate herself.

And Carl, who was sitting opposite her, didn't seem ready to break this beautiful moment.

He stood there silently waiting until the other person's eyes began to turn back, then he asked calmly.

"What happened next? Don't tell me that the moment he held your hand, you learned magic and sang praises of love and beauty."

"That plot is a bit too cliché."

Karl's question made Mrs. Joseph very unhappy. The beautiful elder sister rolled her eyes and said unhappily.

"Of course it's not that simple. In fact, nothing happened that day, except that I was taken advantage of."

"I couldn't see any trace of magic. In the days that followed, I kept torturing little Louis and forcing him to teach me magic."

"I don't know why I had such a bad temper at that time. I was so arrogant and totally out of character."

"It wasn't until later that I realized that I was just..."

"It's just that I have some inferiority complex." Karl answered for her, "When you first met, you were still very young."

"You don't understand the difference between wizards and Muggles at all, but as you grow up, you gradually come into contact with more and more people."

"You begin to realize that there is a world of difference between wizards who have magic and Muggles who cannot use magic, and you begin to feel inferior about your identity."

"That's right." Mrs. Joseph seemed even angrier, her lips pouted. "I did have some inferiority complex at the time."

"But I hid it very deeply, so at that time I turned this inferiority complex into anger and vented it on little Louis."

"If it were an ordinary person, he would have given up long ago. What's more, he is a wizard. He knows better than anyone that Muggles cannot learn magic."

As her memories deepened, Mrs. Joseph's expression became more colorful.

Sometimes she frowned, as if she was recalling those times when she was furious, and sometimes she smiled so brightly, as if someone was making her happy in her memory.

He finally said with relief.

"Finally, just when I was ready to give up, he didn't want to give up on me. That was the first time he took the initiative to ask me out on a date."

"We went to the rooftop of a building together. The moonlight was beautiful at that time. I arrived there in advance to wait for him."

"After waiting for a long time, he finally showed up with a huge backpack on his back. I thought this guy finally got the hang of it and wanted to do something romantic."

"But I didn't expect that when this guy opened his bag, he would pour out a bag full of books, all about botany."

"He picked them up from the ground one by one, passed them before my eyes one by one, and explained them to me in detail one by one."

"Finally he suddenly held my hands, looked into my eyes and spoke seriously."

"Magic is imagination, a concrete manifestation of human imagination. It should not be defined. Some people can use it as a weapon to kill people."

"It can be used for in-depth research, or to treat human diseases, or simply to satisfy idle fantasies."

"Since it is a fantasy, there is no question of whether we can do it or not. It is just that our imagination limits us."

"If we can't use magic to construct the structure of flowers, then we can start with Muggle science and the distribution of plant cells."

"To see their color changes, their growth process, and to construct the pattern of flowers using brains instead of magic."

"I believe that as long as you work hard, you will succeed. Even if it takes a very long time, I am willing to stay with you and wait for you forever."

"I don't believe that magic only shines in the hands of a few people!!"

Mrs. Joseph also added her own body movements and performances as she recalled this memory.

Even though her hands and feet were still bound by magic, she still disregarded her image and wanted to recreate the scene like a slave.

It is conceivable that the memory must be very beautiful and important to her.

It can make a lady completely disregard her image and try hard to recreate the scene at that time.

"What's the next story?" Karl had already walked from the door to the other party, staring silently at Mrs. Joseph.

He spoke with his face as cold as iron.

"If you don't want to say it, let me infer it. If I'm not mistaken, you have already learned this magic at that moment."

"This is indeed a very beautiful story, and I have to admit that I was somewhat moved, but as a leader."

“What I care about is never the story itself, but the meaning behind the story.”

"Just like Mr. Louis Lestrange at that time, and the effort you showed, this fighting spirit is certainly worthy of praise."

"But it also reveals a dangerous signal. You and your husband do not believe that magic will only shine in the hands of a few people."

"That is to say, you do not believe that wizards are more noble than Muggles, and you do not agree with the principles of the Saints."

This question made the temperature in the entire secret room become much colder.

Carl also took the wand in his hand again, pointed it at the lady in front of him again, stared into her eyes, and spoke seriously.

"Compared to the previous rude actions and the time I wasted, this issue is the most important."

"Please answer me honestly, ma'am. I need to re-evaluate the loyalty of the Lestrange family."

Faced with such a direct threat from Karl, Mrs. Joseph still had a smile on her face.

She stared at the pretty girl in front of her with an adoring look on her face, then slowly moved forward and pressed her chest against the tip of the wand.

He shook his head slowly and said.

"I can honestly tell you that Louis and I do believe that magic does not only shine in the hands of wizards."

"We don't believe wizards are any more noble than Muggles."