Felix was indeed very curious, especially the view of a philosophy professor.

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

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

The professor looked at the reactions of others and felt it was necessary to answer this question seriously.

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

“Not much, but it cannot be ignored.”

"Do they belong to the evil in the common sense, judged from the perspective of the group?"

"If you talk about group issues aside, you will have fallacies, professor. My opinion is that it is equivalent to ordinary people."

The professor and Felix asked and answered questions and answered them. When they encountered sensitive people such as "What is the overall strength of the magician?", they would vaguely tell them that they had not thought about it yet.

The other students were also attracted by the tug-of-war questioning process between the two, looking at the professor and Felix.

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

The professor showed a gratifying expression: "It seems that you think deeply about this issue, which will help us discuss it later."

Felix's explanation was: "I plan to write a magical work, just like The Legend of Narnia."

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

"Is this true..." The professor thought carefully for a moment, raised his head and said, "Putting aside the philosophical level, as a scholar, my opinion is, communication."

"Communication?" Felix repeated, the answer did not satisfy him: "Professor, I want to write a 'real' novel to make the contents stand the scrutiny."

"My answer remains the same. No matter what the final result is, the first step between two strange groups is to deepen the understanding of each other."

The open class was over and the students came out one after another.

The young student with brown curly hair hurried into the bathroom and knocked down someone.

"Sorry, please forgive me."

On the other side, Felix politely offered his farewell.

Armandina shrugged, looking free and easy.

"Well, if you have the chance to come to France in the future, you can come here to find me. I'll take you all over Paris."

When Felix walked out of this famous institution and was thinking slowly under a row of sycamore trees, he keenly felt that someone had been 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 beard appeared in a hurry. They chased into the alley and turned two bends before they found a wall at the end of the road.

The middle-aged man suddenly turned around, his wand raised high, with awesome momentum, 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 hands.

Maxwell Cobert opened his mouth and watched his oak wand floating obediently in front of the young man opposite.

The accident happened too quickly and quietly, and he didn't even have time to react.

"Uncle, he disappeared, is it because the phantom moved away?" The curly young man stared at the empty wall. 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 exposes the existence of the magic world!" The young man spoke this vague French in one breath.

Felix looked at him with a funny look: "I am definitely more familiar with the "International Wizards Federation Secretariat Act" than you. Which one did I violate?"

The curly-haired young man looked very dissatisfied, "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. Don't deny it. Hey, uncle, why is your magic wand opposite you?"

Maxwell Cobert, with a bearded face, scolded with a dark face: "Shut up, Karami."

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

"Misunderstand?"

"Yes, I am Auror of the French Ministry of Magic, Maxwell Cobert. I was responsible for the security work of this conference. My nephew was studying in Paris for the first major, and he might have made a mistake."

"I'm sorry, I might have misunderstood." Karami said slowly, reaching out to remove the wand that was blocked behind her.

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

Two big and small faces looked at each other, and said with satisfaction at the person opposite him-

"We can have a good talk now."

...

A restaurant on the street from the fifth arrondissement of Paris.

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

He handed the menu to his uncle and nephew opposite him, "Where are you?"

Maxwell was still hesitating, but Karamy, as his nephew, had taken over the menu: "Uncle, what do you want, how about this blue cheese?"

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

Karami ordered many strange dishes.

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

Felix had no objection, and the other two didn't understand at all.

The waiter took the name and left quickly.

Maxwell Cobert said with a complicated look: "I believe you are a Muggle research expert now. What's your name?"

"Although it's a bit late, I'll introduce myself. My name is Felix Happ and I have published two Muggle research books."

Maxwell was silent, and after a while he spoke, "Given your fame, I believe that you have not exposed the intention of the magic world, but I will go back and check it out. As for your attack on Auror--"

"What Auror? I'm facing an unknown wizard. It's normal for me to feel a little nervous after just learning about an attack on a Muggle research expert, right?"

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

"Emothyn Ken, Alice Alpha, Golesworthy Moore..." Felix issued a string of names, and Maxwell's face became increasingly ugly.

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

"My news channels are very wide." Felix picked up the knife and fork and showed a gentle smile: "Maybe, can I recommend one or two of them to you?"

During the entire dining process, Maxwell seemed a little depressed and ate in silence, not even tasted what was in his mouth.

Crammy quickly became familiar with Felix.

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

Crammy said: "My mother arranged it - oh, I'm a mixed race - as a student, the kind without a certificate."

Felix knew it.

After walking out of the restaurant, Crammy was sent away, and Felix used the phantom to take Maxwell to the Forstenborg Square in Paris.

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

In the middle of the square, four ancient trees guard a bronze statue. When they stepped into the range of the ancient trees, their figures magically disappeared, and the people around them ignored it.

The two stood beside the statue, and the roots of the four ancient trees suddenly came alive, entangled with each other to form a birdcage-shaped elevator. Felix's feet shook slightly and the elevator began to go down.

He glanced at Maxwell and returned his wand to him.

"Thank you." Maxwell said sincerely.
Chapter completed!