A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix was really curious, especially from a philosophy professor's point of view.

There was a burst of discussion in the big classroom, and they also tried to bring them into the situation he set up, invariably thinking about a question that they would never seriously think about before——

'If magic exists, how do we deal with it? ’

Looking at the reactions of the others, the professor felt compelled to answer the question seriously.

He looked at Felix and asked, "In your hypothesis, are there enough magicians?"

"Not much, but it can't be ignored either."

"Are they evil by the conventional definition, judging by the crowd?"

"It's fallacious to talk about groups aside from proportions, professor. In my opinion, it's the equivalent of ordinary people."

As soon as the professor and Felix answered questions, they would vaguely pass on sensitive questions such as "how is the magician's overall strength", saying that they hadn't made up their minds.

The other students were drawn to the see-saw questioning process between the two, looking at the professor now and Felix the next.

In the crowd, a young student with brown curly hair was drenched in cold sweat and looked at Felix with a horrified expression.

The professor showed a relieved expression: "It seems that you have thought about this issue very deeply, which will help us in the next discussion."

Felix's explanation is: "I'm going to write a book of magic, like The Chronicles of Narnia."

In order to complete his new book, he deliberately collected a batch of fairy tales during the holiday, and was surprised to find that this series had been published as early as the 1950s.

"Is that so..." The professor thought about it for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Aside from the philosophical aspect, as a scholar, my opinion is communication."

"Communication?" Felix repeated, an answer that did not satisfy him: "Professor, I want to write a 'real' novel that will stand up to scrutiny."

"My answer remains the same, no matter what the final result is, but the first step between two unfamiliar groups must be to deepen mutual understanding."

The open class was over, and the students filed out.

The young student with curly brown hair hurried into the toilet, knocking someone over for it.

"Sorry, please forgive me."

On the other hand, Felix politely bid farewell.

Amandina shrugged, her face free and easy.

"Well, if you have the opportunity to come to France in the future, you can find me here and I will show you around Paris."

When Felix walked out of this famous academy and thought slowly under a row of plane trees, he was acutely aware that someone was staring at him.

He turned the corner and walked into a narrow alley.

A young man with brown curly hair and a middle-aged man with a full beard appeared in a hurry. They chased directly into the alley and turned two corners, only to find that there was a wall at the end of the road.

The middle-aged man turned his head sharply, his wand held high with awe, but the next second the wand in his hand came out like a short stick.

A man with dark hair and light blue eyes was looking at him calmly, playing with an ebony wand in his hand.

Maxwell Colbert opened his mouth and watched his oak wand float obediently in front of the young man across from him.

The accident happened so fast and silently that he didn't even have time to react.

"Uncle, he disappeared. Did he Disappear?" The curly-haired youth stared at the empty wall in a daze. Seeing that his uncle did not respond to him, he turned around after realizing it.

"It's him, it's him, he's the one who exposed the existence of the magic world!" The young man said this vague French in one breath.

Felix looked at him amusingly: "I must be more familiar with the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act than you. Which one did I violate?"

The curly-haired youth looked very unconvinced. "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. Don't try to deny it. Hey, uncle, why is your wand on the opposite side?"

The bearded Maxwell Colbert reprimanded with a dark face: "Shut up, Karami."

He looked at Felix: "I think there is a misunderstanding here. Are you a Muggle researcher who came to the conference?"

"Misunderstand?"

"Yes, I am the Auror of the French Ministry of Magic, Maxwell Colbert. In charge of security for this meeting, my nephew is studying in Paris, and he may be mistaken."

"Sorry, I may have misunderstood," Calami said slowly, reaching for the wand pinned behind his back.

Felix raised his eyebrows, his fingers trembled slightly, and the wand in the young Karami's hand flew out.

The two faces, one big and one small, looked at each other, looking at the man opposite and said with satisfaction—

"Now we can have a good talk."

...

A restaurant facing the street in the 5th arrondissement of Paris.

Felix took the menu handed by the waiter, "A salad, a French fish soup, a plate of salt-baked snails, and the main course is stewed beef with red wine, um... Dessert will come later, that's all."

He handed the menu to his uncle and nephew opposite, "How about you?"

Maxwell was still hesitating, but Calami, his nephew, had already taken over the menu: "What do you want, uncle, how about this blue cheese?"

Maxwell pointed to Felix and said to the waiter, "Same as his."

Karami did order a lot of weird dishes.

"It is recommended that you pair it with light wine," said the waiter.

Felix had no objection, and the other two did not understand at all.

The waiter remembered his name and left quickly.

Maxwell Colbert said with a complex expression: "I now believe you are a Muggle researcher. What's your name?"

"It's a bit late, but let me introduce myself. My name is Felix Hepper, and I've published two books on Muggle studies."

Maxwell was silent for a while, and he said, "In view of your fame, I temporarily believe that you have no intention of exposing the magic world, but I will go back and check. As for your attack on the Auror--"

"What Auror? I'm dealing with an unidentified wizard, and it's normal for me to be nervous after just learning of an attack on a Muggle researcher, isn't it?"

Maxwell said with a serious expression: "You know about the attack? How did you know?"

"Emmerson Kean, Alice Alpha, Galsworthy Moore..." Felix called out a string of names, and Maxwell's face became more and more ugly.

These are the official names of the French Ministry of Magic.

"I have a wide range of information channels." Felix held up his knife and fork and showed a gentle smile: "Perhaps, I can recommend one or two of them to you?"

Throughout the meal, Maxwell seemed a little depressed, eating in silence, not even tasting what was in his mouth.

Calami quickly became acquainted with Felix.

"You're studying in Paris, what's going on?" Felix asked about a topic he was interested in.

Callami said, "My mother's arrangement -- oh, I'm half-blood -- as an auditor, the uncertified kind."

Felix understood it.

After walking out of the restaurant, Calami was sent away, and Felix used Apparition to take Maxwell to the Furstenberg Square in Paris.

This is where the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic is located.

In the center of the square, four ancient trees guarded a bronze statue. When they stepped into the range of the ancient tree, the figure disappeared miraculously, and the people around them turned a blind eye.

The two stood beside the statue, and the roots of the four ancient trees suddenly came to life, entangled with each other to form a birdcage-shaped elevator, Felix shook slightly, and the elevator began to descend.

He glanced at Maxwell and returned his wand to him.

"Thank you," said Maxwell sincerely.

He didn't want to be known what happened today, these humiliating experiences, he was going to rot in his stomach for the rest of his life.