A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 160: Uncle and nephew

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Felix was really curious, especially the perspective of a philosophy professor.

There was a burst of discussion in the big classroom, and they also tried to bring into the situation he set up, thinking about a problem that they had never seriously thought about before—

'If magic really exists, how do we face it? ’

The professor looked at the reactions of others, and he felt the need to answer this question seriously.

He looked at Felix and asked, "Are there enough magicians in your assumption?"

"Not much, but also impossible to ignore."

"Are they evil in the conventional definition, judging from the group's point of view?"

"Talking about group issues regardless of proportion will be fallacious, professor. In my opinion, it is equivalent to ordinary people."

When the professor and Felix asked and answered sensitive questions, such as 'how is the overall strength of the magician', they would vaguely pass it on, presuming that they hadn't figured it out yet.

Other students were also attracted by the see-saw questioning process between the two, looking at the professor for a while, and Felix for a while.

Among the crowd, a young student with curly brown hair was dripping with cold sweat, looking at Felix in horror.

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

The explanation given by Felix is: "I plan to write a magical work, just like "The Chronicles of Narnia."

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

"Is that so..." The professor thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "Philosophy aside, as a scholar, my opinion is communication."

"Communication?" Felix repeated, this answer did not satisfy him: "Professor, I want to write a 'true' one, so that the content in it can withstand scrutiny."

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

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

The young student with the curly brown hair scurried into the bathroom, knocking someone over in the process.

"Sorry, sorry."

On the other side, Felix politely bid farewell.

Amandina shrugged her shoulders with a carefree expression.

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

When Felix walked out of this famous university and was thinking slowly under a row of sycamore trees, he keenly sensed that someone was staring at him.

He turned the corner and entered a narrow alley.

A young man with brown curly hair and a middle-aged man with beards appeared in a hurry. They chased directly into the alley, turned two turns, and found that the end of the road was a wall.

The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, holding his wand high with awe-inspiring aura, 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 Corbett opened his mouth, watching his own oak wand obediently float in front of the young man opposite.

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

"Uncle, he disappeared, did he Apparate?" The curly-haired young man stared at the empty wall in a daze.

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

Felix looked at him amusedly: "I must recite the "International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy" better than you. Which one have I violated?"

The curly-haired young man 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?"

With a bearded face, Maxwell Corbett reprimanded him with a black face: "Shut up, Karami."

He looked at Felix: "I think there is a misunderstanding here, are you an expert on Muggle issues who came to the meeting?"

"Misunderstanding?"

"Yes, I am the Auror of the French Ministry of Magic, Maxwell Corbett. I am responsible for the security of this meeting. My nephew is studying in Paris University. He may have made a mistake."

"I'm sorry, I may have misunderstood." Karami said slowly, reaching for the wand pinned to her back.

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

Two faces, one big and one small, looked at each other, looked at the person 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 from the waiter, "One salad, one French bouillabaisse, one plate of salt-baked snails, the main course is beef stewed in red wine, um...dessert will be served later, that's all. "

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

Maxwell is still hesitating, but as a nephew, Karami has already taken the menu: "Uncle, what do you want, how about this blue cheese?"

Maxwell pointed to Felix and said to the waiter, "It's the same as his."

Kalami ordered a lot of weird dishes.

"It is recommended that you pair it with a light wine." The waiter said.

Felix has no objection, and the other two don't understand at all.

The waiter remembered the name and left quickly.

Maxwell Corbett said with a complicated face: "I now believe that you are an expert in Muggle studies, what's your name?"

"Although it's a bit late, let me introduce myself. My name is Felix Hemp, and I have published two books on Muggle studies."

Maxwell was silent, and after a while he said: "Given your reputation, 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 Aurors—"

"What Auror? I am facing an unidentified wizard. After I just learned that there was an attack on Muggle research experts, it is normal for me to be a little nervous, isn't it?"

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

"Emerson Kane, Alice Alpha, Galsworthy Moore..." Felix announced a series of names, and Maxwell's face became more and more ugly.

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

"I have a wide range of news channels." Felix picked up the knife and fork, showing a gentle smile: "Perhaps, I can recommend one or two of them to you?"

During the whole meal, Maxwell seemed a little depressed, eating in silence, without even tasting what was in his mouth.

Kurami quickly got acquainted with Felix.

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

Kurami said: "My mother arranged - oh, I'm a mixed race - as an auditor, the kind without a certificate~IndoMTL.com~Felix knows it well.

Out of the restaurant, Kurami is sent away, and Felix uses Apparition to take Maxwell to Place Furstenburg 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 trees, their figures disappeared miraculously, but the people around them turned a blind eye to it.

The two stood next to the statue, and the roots of the four ancient trees suddenly came to life, entangled with each other to form a birdcage-like elevator. Felix's feet trembled slightly, and the elevator began to descend.

He glanced at Maxwell and returned his wand.

"Thank you." Maxwell said sincerely.

He doesn't want people to know what happened today. He plans to rot in his stomach for the rest of his life with these embarrassing experiences.