A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Sislet's eyes kept trembling, she was desperately resisting Felix's prying eyes on her memory, while Cecil pulled out her wand, hesitating whether to attack.

It's really that Felix's previous performance was too exaggerated, and he was not at all sure.

But Felix had already got what he wanted, and he said softly, "Ilvermorny...Ilvermorny's students, that's all. But why, what kind of law causes this dissatisfaction?"

Sislet turned pale and closed his mouth tightly.

But Felix showed a clear look, "Yeah, the Rappaport Act... But I remember, this law has been repealed, and that's what you just said?"

During the fight, Celeste angrily yelled at her attackers: "It's been abolished in 1965!" She got a flurry of rants and abuse. She was called a "liar", which should be the problem key.

The wizard named Cecil rubbed his chin dejectedly: "Only a small part has been abolished."

Felix glanced over, Cecil turned his head away, and explained in a low voice: "The remaining items have been merged into other laws, especially regarding the content of No-Maji interactions, and the restrictions are still strict - No-Maji origins The wizards and half-bloods of the past must report to the list of contacts, receive regular door-to-door inspections by the professionals of the Magic Congress, and we also have a special amnestic team, ready to eliminate 'superfluous and dangerous' memories at any time."

Celeste whispered, "To prevent the exposure of the wizarding world."

"A lot of these students?" Felix looked at Cecil.

"Depending on how you understand it, most of them must be mixed races. But which side do you think they will lean towards?"

"So, you are fighting a doomed war?"

The wizard closed his eyes in pain.

Felix didn't say anything else, this had nothing to do with him, he was just suddenly a little irritable.

As his eyes swept across the ruins, his expression suddenly changed, the wand in his hand waving rapidly, and large pieces of masonry, dust, and broken tables and chairs floated into the air, and others looked at him for unknown reasons.

At the edge of the ruins, the figure of a black-robed wizard was revealed, and the blood on his chest was left on the ground.

"Who is this?" Celeste screamed in horror, and she whispered: Don't be a student, don't be a student...

The young Auror who had been taking care of Maxwell had a sullen expression, this... this seems to be the magic he used?

Felix strode forward, squatted on the ground, he lifted the black mask, it was a pale witch, also young.

The others were surrounded by nervousness, her face was bloodless, her chest lost its ups and downs, and her blood was mixed with the dust on the ground, making her look like a corpse that had just been dug up.

"I-I killed someone? Or a student?" the young Auror murmured.

"It's over, it's over!" Celeste slumped to the ground.

Several Muggle researchers looked solemn, and one took off the iris hat on his head.

Felix didn't speak, he looked at the young witch carefully, his fingers lightly attached to the wound, a black mist spread along his fingers, and soon the tip of his index finger was dyed black.

"Is this cursed black magic?" Felix asked the young Auror.

"Yes, it is."

Felix nodded, and he took out various bottles and jars from the ring.

"Is she still alive?" the young Auror asked hopefully, looking at Felix like a devout believer: "Can you come back to life?"

Everyone present looked at Felix expectantly, hoping to hear a positive answer from him. At this moment, they hoped that a miracle would happen.

"No, I can't," Felix said cruelly, and he changed his words the next second, "but she's not dead."

He picked out a small black bottle and dropped the potion on the witch's chest. The wound sizzled, and strands of black mist escaped.

Afterwards, Felix took out another white vial and dripped the transparent liquid on it, and the wound healed quickly.

"She...she came alive?" Celeste stammered.

Felix waited quietly, and after about half a minute, the witch's chest heaved a sigh of relief.

"You did it! You did it! From now on, you are the person I admire most!" The young Auror was incoherent with excitement.

Felix smiled and said with emotion, "You have to thank a friend of mine, a potions master, who has helped a lot. Of course, you also want to thank me for accompanying him on his adventures..."

The potion in the black vial is the black root grass that Felix and Damocles Belby discovered during their expedition in the Forbidden Forest.

Belby told him at the time that a potion made from blackroot was miraculous in healing black magic damage. After returning, he took some of the materials and gave them to Belby, and Belby gave him a small bottle of potion after half a month.

...

"Sir, you, your finger?" said the young Auror.

"By the way, and this, I forgot if you didn't say it." Felix stared at his dark index finger, twisted it lightly, and a wisp of black mist was directly extinguished.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Figures appeared one after another, and the support of the French Ministry of Magic arrived.

"Mr. Moore." Felix greeted one of them.

"Mr. Haipu? It's nice to meet you. Wait a minute, I'll take care of the official business first, and we'll catch up later." The middle-aged man with curly blond hair said.

He turned his head and ordered his subordinates: "Inform the treatment team and the memory team to check the nearby Muggles. And, what about Corbett? Let him come and see me!"

Maxwell, who was pulled over to explain just after waking up, spit out Celeste angrily, and he spoke the soothing French in a cadence, mixed with various national curses.

Celeste stood aside with a dark face.

After a full ten minutes, Galsworthy Moore, the head of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, strode over, and he held Felix's hands enthusiastically: "Thank you so much for everything, Felix! Our lad is really impulsive sometimes, but he can't be blamed entirely," he glanced at the embarrassed Celeste and Cecil, "if some people didn't play it off, we would have been fooled from beginning to end. in the drum."

"I will report this matter to the International Confederation of Wizards, I think Dumbledore will not tolerate this happening."

"We're fighting criminals too, Mr. Moore," Celeste explained, taking a deep breath.

Moore stared at ginger eyes and asked loudly, "You call the students who are still in school criminals?"

Celeste pursed her lips and said bluntly: "Age and whether you have violated the law are two different things. You should have this consciousness, Director Moore!"

"Then did they do anything drastic? Don't try to deceive me, I know more than you think! Secret gatherings, developing members, delivering flyers, running private newspapers, and writing anonymous letters... these letters may all be thrown by you In the trash can, I don't even look at it. That's why this kind of thing happened today, right?"

Felix, uninterested in their quarrel, offered his farewell, which Moore happily agreed and made an appointment to meet at a later date.

The next second, his figure appeared on the seventh floor of the hotel.

"Professor Bubagi?" he said aloud from the corridor.

After a while, a door was pushed open, and Bubagi looked around and smiled when he found out that it was Felix, "Thank God, you finally came back."

"The attack is over," Felix said softly.