A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 164: Water

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Felix kept thinking about the origin of these attackers.

He suddenly remembered the information of the dark wizard Aladdin: "It is said that the attackers were very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

"Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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Is that badge really a warning? Or was it accidentally lost?

At this moment, the four formations of the attackers were messed up by him, only five or six people could get up, and only one lucky little wizard was left in the front team.

But the little man didn't recognize this kind of luck at all, he wished that he passed out, because the devil-like figure was less than two meters away from him, looking at him calmly.

Felix walked towards the short wizard in front of him step by step. He walked slowly and steadily, in order to alleviate the dizziness caused by the twenty-something apparitions in succession, but in the eyes of others, he His footsteps were like strolling in a garden, his gaze seemed gentle, but like a dragon unshackled, ferocious spikes appeared all over his body.

The air seemed to freeze, the remaining attackers who were struggling to get up, the young Auror with a sad face, Celeste who was trying to keep calm, and the man with a vicissitudes of life, all seemed to have been pressed the pause button .

The little man's eyes were full of fear, he turned and ran away instinctively, but was tripped by his companion's unconscious body, his forehead hit the gravel, and blood oozed out little by little.

When he got up from the ground, Felix was already standing in front of him.

"Let me see who you really are."

He reaches out a hand and grabs at the mask.

In the eyes of the little wizard, the open hand seemed to contain magical magic, making him unable to move at all. He desperately told himself to run, but in the end, he was like a cold stone statue, and his mood sank to the bottom . His lips are murmuring

"Don't..."

"Don't!"

The two voices overlapped, and the other one came from Noel Celeste, her gray eyes reflected the panic that shouldn't have appeared.

But Felix didn't stop, he decisively lifted the mask.

For a moment, Felix was stunned, and the hand holding the mask stopped in mid-air.

He thought there would be a witch under the mask, not only because of her short stature, but also because of that sharp voice, these features reminded him of a female identity.

But under the mask was the face of a blood-stained, overly young boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old at best, and probably looked younger than Percy Weasley.

The little man stared blankly at him, and the other person's expression suddenly became unpredictable, making it hard to fathom.

He summoned up his courage, grabbed the mask, and stumbled back.

Felix stayed where he was and did not pursue.

"Push up!"

More than a dozen black-robed wizards rushed into the auditorium, and one of them shouted excitedly: "People have been rescued, they can withdraw! Has that old Celeste witch been caught?"

But the situation on the field was different from what he had imagined. The newcomers were stunned for a moment. Their eyes fell on Felix who had just put down his wand, with him as the center, and a dozen companions lying around.

Less than a third of them were awake, and several of them had just been awakened by magic, with blank expressions on their faces.

"Run." The short wizard said in a hoarse voice.

"What?"

"Run!"

But the leading wizard didn't want to leave these people behind. He raised his wand, and the others chose to follow.

More than a dozen red light beams hit Felix. These people were obviously elites. The scorching spells were like lasers, but they were all blocked in front of Felix, and a ring-shaped barrier loomed.

Exquisite silver-white and golden lines are constantly drawn in the air, and as the spell cast on it becomes stronger, its appearance becomes more and more clear

It was an enlarged half-body armor, indistinct, dancing with magical flames.

The armor made of the Iron Armor Curse covered him inside, making him completely ignore these attacks.

The black-robed wizards attacked in vain, but their mood inevitably sank into despair.

"Get out of here before I change my mind," Felix said.

After a brief silence, the attackers

"He, he was trapped by his own magic, quickly take the unconscious person away!"

The leading wizard made up random reasons and said that no matter what the reason was, this powerful enemy seemed to have no intention of attacking.

The others came to their senses, and they used levitation spells and transfiguration techniques to drag away their fainted companions and quickly evacuated from this dangerous place.

In this short and long minute, no one spoke. Celeste, the Vicissitudes Face wizard, the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic, and even the Muggle research experts kept silent, and they acquiesced. Felix's approach.

Felix lifted the magic, and his eyes fell on the last few people. They looked at Felix while running, their eyes full of exploration.

"Don't look, let's go!" said a black-robed wizard.

The attackers left quickly, leaving only the devastated hotel behind.

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The three or five Muggle experts on the field looked around blankly, as if they were having a weird dream.

From the calm meeting, to the unexpected attack, to a powerful young man jumping out and ending the battle in less than 30 seconds, isn't this just a dream?

Felix came to Maxwell and checked his condition carefully. He was unconscious, and his face was covered with dense pimples.

"The... sir? Is he alright?" the young Auror asked primly.

"No problem, I was hit by too many stun spells, and there was a curse mixed in." Felix said a little speechlessly, the curse seemed to be mocking everyone present.

Celeste came out with disheveled hair and a dusty body, followed by a vicissitude-faced wizard.

"You..." She hesitated rarely.

"What is the identity of the attacker?" Felix asked bluntly, he already had a guess.

"I don't know, it may be the remnants of the Eliminator, or an admirer of Grindelwald." Celeste said.

"I think you are fooling me, Ms. Celeste." Felix stepped forward, the silver light in his eyes completely covered the original light blue pupils: "Look at my eyes."

Her expression froze for a moment, and the pictures flashed quickly

"The secret report shows that minors have joined the Reform Society, and our magical society has been further divided because of that **** law!"

"Cecile, we can't make concessions, one step back is ten steps, one hundred steps."

"But No-Majs are also part of us, and the laws we make are hurting them! Since 1965, more and more people have felt cheated, Celeste. It has reached its limit, which is why organizations like the Reform Society are born to shame everyone. Our gentlemen in Congress sit on a powder keg and drink red wine complacently."

"...The parliamentary family will not support it."

"So you cover it up, Celeste? We are the Legislative Council, and we should be responsible for the laws of the American wizarding community!"

"Then what do you want me to say ~IndoMTL.com~ Dear Senators and Gentlemen, because of our utterly stupid laws, the students and graduates of Ilvermorny conspired to organize the Reformation Society, preparing to rebel against the Magical Congress of America? "

"I want to remind you, Celeste, that this is already true."

"I can't act like a fool in front of the congressmen... At least, I have to get a list."

"What are you going to do?"

"...Be patient, Cecil. Wait until the summer vacation, and set up a harmless trap with sweet bait. As long as one or two people are caught, a string of names can be drawn."

"Celeste, you yourself are excellent bait, and they're targeting you."

"Thanks, Cecil."

"I'm not praising you!"

"Cecil, remember to let the New York Ghost News release the news..."