In the evening, wizards dressed in weirdly appeared in every corner of the hotel. Felix stood in the hotel garden and watched several wizards climb a hill.

He looked impatient when he saw Maxwell talking to a serious-looking woman.

"This is France, Cialest! It's not the United States, and you can't let me obey my orders in the name of your ****-superior!"

The witch, known as Cialest, had a delicate and serious face, and was dressed meticulously, and could not make any mistakes.

She was like a capable government official who had just arrived from the Muggle government office building dozens of kilometers away to participate in a slum condolence activity.

Especially next to her were a few wizards wearing pleated skirts and irises standing. They were pointing at the automatic sprinkler with serious expressions, which added convincing power to her identity.

At this moment, flames seemed to burst out from her gray pupils. She pursed her lips and restrained herself from saying anything hurtful, but her response was still tough: "The law is the bottom line that cannot be trampled on, we must do something."

"We'll handle it," Maxwell said bluntly, and he emphasized on the word "we" that seemed to remind the woman opposite that they had a completely different understanding of the word.

The two soon parted in disagreement.

Felix paced over, the French Auror still had an angry face.

"She was so arrogant that she thought I was her subordinate!"

"Was she?" Felix asked.

"A woman who is difficult to deal with, Noel Cialest, the number one person in the United States and the French Association of America."

"What does she want to do?"

"Let the United States send Aurors over here because of helping to combat possible criminals." Maxwell said with a straight face.

Felix was amazed that this request was indeed too much, and he just pointed at the nose of the French Ministry of Magic and scolded, "You are so trash. I can't believe you. I want to send someone myself."

"If she was worried, why didn't she just put the meeting in the United States at the beginning?" Felix asked, who had asked similar questions before.

"Factional battles? It's hard to say? Anyway, as far as I know, many people oppose her..."

Felix asked sensitively: "Who is against it?"

"Uh...I didn't remember." Maxwell showed an awkward expression, and he muttered in a low voice: "The department has prepared some information for me, including various newspaper clippings and other things, which are placed in my room, but I didn't look closely... Do you want to take a look?"

"Thank you, Maxwell, if it's convenient."

"Ha, we don't know each other, and you have a good taste of the food with me. I like the dish of beef stewed with red wine." Maxwell joked.

Some of the previous grudges disappeared like this.

The next day, the day before the meeting officially began, there were more wizards coming. After rough calculations, there were more than one hundred people.

One of the consequences is that the staff in the hotel look at them even more strangely.

"Tell me, are you a strange organization, such as 'sexual costumes' or something?" The hotel receptionist chatted with Felix. Among these people, only a few of them were dressed normally, and Felix was the youngest and most handsome among them.

"You can understand this completely," he said, saving you from really thinking it through and being knocked down by a forgetful spell.

Soon, he saw Professor Bubaji's figure, and he met him and took the small box in her hand, "You came later than I expected."

Bubaji sighed, "I have revised the papers of the report at the conference and have been struggling these days."

Felix brought Professor Bubaji to her room and the two chatted all the way

"You propose that wizards intermarry with werewolfs?" Felix asked in surprise.

“It’s not just werewolf,” Bubaji corrected: “I saw the advantage of mixed race, and I suggest pure blood intermarriage with mixed race, muggles, and even some humanoid creatures.”

Felix's expression was a little stiff. He leaned against the door and spoke for a long time: "Do you have any theoretical basis?"

Professor Bubaji said: "This is the inspiration I got on Muggle books. Although the material used by the Muggle named Mendel for the experiment is pea. But... I have also checked a lot of wizard information. In the past century, the achievements of mixed-race wizards have indeed been higher."

Felix had a headache, and he didn't know how to persuade his colleague.

Once her theory is thrown, it is like detonating a nuclear bomb.

What's more, whether the theory is correct is still between the two, but it will definitely be crazy boycotted by pure blood families all over the world.

"Professor Bubaji," Felix said euphemistically: "In the current magical world, most wizards are not mentally prepared to accept this theory. Perhaps we can modify the topic a little and start from a safer perspective."

Professor Bubaji looked at him and whispered: "What is your suggestion?"

"Using the current self-sealment of the magic world as an attack point, we call on the Ministry of Magic of various countries to focus on the outside world, Muggle technology, novel theories, and even carry out limited cooperation with the Muggle government; or from the perspective of ordinary wizards, we call on young graduates to conduct social practice in the Muggle world, and at least accumulate one work experience..."

"Most wizards have long been out of touch with society."

Felix also cited Carami's example, "After graduation, he entered the Muggle's higher education institution, and perhaps a few years later, he will be the authority on the Muggle issue in the French magic circle."

Bubaji thought.

Felix persuaded: "This is consistent with the theme of this conference, and once the snowball is formed, even the most stubborn pure blood family will be swept away by the waves of the times."

"But..." Bubaji was not very satisfied with this statement. Although she was a professor of Muggle Studies, she did not think that the two could cooperate, or in other words, it was necessary to cooperate.

She just saw the unreasonableness of pure blood thoughts in the wizarding world, and then proposed her own solution.

...

The next day, July 20, the meeting officially began.

Noel Cilester chaired the entire meeting as the representative and sponsor of the International Wizards Federation, but she seemed absent-minded.

She kept looking in one direction. It was a tall man with a vicissitudes of life. He would go out every few minutes, and when he came back, he made a gesture to her.

Representatives of each country came to the stage to speak, and Felix was a little drowsy.

It is hard to imagine that these old ideas come from the mouths of the most famous group of Muggle research experts.

The only fun was when a wizard made a "muggle threat argument" and was angrily criticized by a German wizard as "Grindelwald's remnant party" and threw his shoes at him.

Maybe Bubaji's point of view will be submerged in such desperately flooded speeches... Felix thought.

"Professor Bubaji, what is your order of speech?"

"I have two wizards in front of me."

Soon, Professor Bubaji stood on the stage, clearing her throat, with a tragic expression on her face, and Felix knew that she had not listened to her advice.

But at this moment, the man with a vicissitudes of life hurriedly ran in, and he shouted loudly: "There is an attack!!!"

"Boom!"
Chapter completed!