A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix strolled the streets of Paris. A few hundred meters ahead was the south bank of the Seine. Along the banks were various carefully decorated storefronts, many of which were full of exotic flavors.

For example, in a paper-cutting shop, there are various paper decorations at the door, ranging from small colorful animals to large and exquisite interior decorations, which look dazzling.

The owner, a young woman with a colorful headdress, enthusiastically pitched Felix when he entered the store.

Finally, Felix picked a colorful pinwheel that he could hold in his hand.

There was still a week before the official start of the meeting, and Felix had a good time playing for two days. From the Musée d'Orsay, to the Louvre, to the world-famous Notre-Dame Cathedral, he regards himself as a pure tourist, enjoying the local customs and exquisite cuisine of Paris.

After all, in a note to the French Ministry of Magic, he was scheduled to arrive in Paris in three days.

On a gorgeous street, the crowds are surging, tourists from all over the world gather, and when you look up, you can see the Eiffel Tower, the landmark of the seventh arrondissement of France.

A young couple is holding a child each with half an ice cream in their hands.

"Mom, mom, I want flowers, I want flowers." The little boy said, pointing not far away.

The couple followed the directions and looked over. About ten meters away from them, seven or eight children and their families surrounded a young man. He looked very handsome, slender and had a gentle smile on his face.

Black hair and light blue eyes like a clear sky give a sense of purity.

Felix put his left hand behind his back, and his right hand snapped his fingers lightly. A bright yellow tulip suddenly appeared in his hand, and he handed it to a child in front of him.

"It's a street magician," said the child's father.

"It looks good." The child's mother stared at Felix's hand, not seeing any flaws.

The couple walked over with the child, and Felix showed them his empty hands, nothing but an emerald ring on his left hand.

Under the eyes full of inquiry, he clasped his hands together, made a prayer gesture, and heard a "chirp" from his tightly closed hands.

"Wow!"

Several small children exaggeratedly grew their mouths, and even their parents showed incredible expressions.

Felix slowly opened his palm, it was a bird with colorful feathers. The bird turned its neck flexibly, and looked around without fear, and the small black eyes made people unable to help but feel pity.

The bird combed its feathers on its own, and when a child tried to touch it, it flapped its wings and flew away.

Everyone raised their heads, and their eyes moved with its flight path until it disappeared into the sky.

Felix saluted, declined some coins and banknotes, and left lightly.

...

During his first year in Paris, Felix roamed the famous French higher education institutions, where there was a picturesque scene, and many of his peers sat leisurely on the lawn and chatted freely.

A pair of young girls looked at him curiously, and a student with grape purple hair bit his ear at the girl next to him, "Look, that man is very handsome, which college is he from?"

"Definitely not from our school," her friend said affirmatively.

"So maybe it's from another school, or maybe it's a tourist?"

"You can ask him."

"Why not?" The purple-haired girl stood up. She walked to Felix and said in lazy French, "Hello, I'm Amandina Zoe."

Felix turned his head and said gently, "Hello, Miss Zoe, you can call me Felix, Felix Heap."

Zooey was stunned for a moment, and said, "You have beautiful eyes, and you can call me Amandina."

"Okay, Amandina."

The girl named "Amandine" is very talkative and enthusiastic, and she acts as a guide, introducing her university to Felix.

"This is the history teaching building... This is the humanities... Oh, I remembered, there is an open class today by a very famous professor of philosophy!"

Amandina's eyes widened, her expression was hesitant, and she seemed to be constantly weighing between Felix and the open class.

"Can I go take a look?" Felix said with a smile.

"Of course, I thought you wouldn't like philosophy." She breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I really don't know much about it, but it's good to hear it once in a while."

Amandina took Felix into a large and spacious classroom. In the corner of the eye, she saw her friend was looking at her angrily. She smiled embarrassingly and pulled Felix to sit down.

The open class started soon, the light in the large classroom dimmed, and a beam of light was cast in the center.

A well-dressed middle-aged man stood on the podium. His eyes were deep and his tone was unhurried: "What is existence? What is the meaning of human existence?"

"Before you were born, we went through a time when our beliefs were shaken, when, in Nietzsche's words, we were never as clearly aware that 'God is dead'."

"We have experienced a change of thought, war made us think about the meaning of life, starting with Kierkegaard and Dostoevsky, reaching its peak after World War II during the period of Sartre and Camus, and now fading away silently ."

"Someone coined the term existentialism, but existentialism cannot be regarded as a systematic category of philosophy. Without the discipline of existential philosophy, it is at most a label."

"To share with you some common thoughts on 'existence'—"

"Like, you are the result of your choices."

"As another example, time is the only measure of existence."

...

"Many people think that existentialism was born in the cafés of the Left Bank in Paris and is the product of a group of decadent people, but this is a complete stereotype, and many people are silently practicing some commendable existentialist views."

"Misery and predicament make people despair, despair makes people think about the meaning of existence, and thinking brings new life."

Before I knew it, two hours passed.

A student raised his hand and asked: "Under normal circumstances, we don't think about the 'meaning of existence'. We only have this idea when we are pessimistic and desperate. Does this mean that existentialism is actually a pessimistic argument?"

"Do we study existentialism to avoid others studying existentialism?"

The professor said humorously: "It's an interesting point, you can apply to my graduate school."

"I need to stress that existentialism is a kind of optimism backed by reason and logic, imagining your life in darkness, wars, famines, technological substitutions... In short, you can't find the meaning of existence."

"At this time, existentialism will tell you that although your life is full of tragedy, we still have to try our best to live and choose the meaning of life for ourselves. You will find that your existence itself will add variables to the world, okay, Bad, constantly fluctuating."

Many raised their hands.

The professor pointed to Felix.

Felix stood up: "Professor, my name is Felix Hepp. Among the kind of views you mentioned in your speech, that existence is seeing, perceiving, and experiencing, and that for those distant things, How do we perceive and experience things that may never even appear in reality, like magic in movies?"

His question made some students chuckle—in their view, rational philosophical speculation interspersed with irrational magic topics challenged classroom order.

One or two students whistled in recognition of Felix's "boldness."

The professor thought for a moment and replied: "Magic is a product of our imagination, and currently only exists in the carrier of imagination, such as movies, novels, etc. So do they really exist? Or is it just a product of thinking, is our brain let We think it exists?"

"What if one day, magic really appears in reality?" Felix asked.

The professor was amused, "This hypothesis is interesting. Does magic really exist? Many philosophers have expressed their views directly or indirectly. But it would be too complicated to explain them one by one. We can discuss it after class— —with the pessimistic student just now."

"However, the following is a personal opinion: My personal opinion is that if magic really 'exists' in reality, no one will not know it. With the development of technology today, we have the ability to travel to every corner of the world. Even the sky And the ocean can't stop the pace of human exploration."

The professor's explanation won him a round of applause, but he soon discovered that he had met a persistent student today——

"I mean, please forgive us, we can make an assumption that there is a small group of magicians who hide their existence with all kinds of magical magic, but one day, you find them-"

Felix paused briefly. "What would you do?"