The old man gasped for a while after saying a few words, and his nose made a slight humming sound.

"You don't look good, so come and join in the fun?" Felix threw an admirable glance at him.

"I live nearby, otherwise I won't come and I can't stand the torture of the phantom."

The old man waved his hand and made a crisp "click" sound on his arm.

Felix suddenly felt a little sore, and he grinned and subconsciously stretched his arms.

There was a noise from afar, and a irritable wizard fired fireworks into the hotel, and his behavior attracted a lot of imitation.

Both of them showed an interesting expression.

"It's very interesting, isn't it?" said the old man happily.

"Indeed, I like the pattern of that thunderbird," Felix said. "I guess he might be from Ifamoni's Thunderbird Academy."

The old man's eyes followed the fireworks that looked very much like an eagle, and said with some emotion: "I rarely walked around the outside world over the years, but now I want to take a walk."

“There are always a lot of new things outside.”

The old man first agreed, then shook his head and said, "Although people are different, what happens is always similar."

Felix said: "Is that so? I think everything I have experienced is unique."

The old man laughed happily, "The vitality of the young man is the only one who is used to define the world with his own eyes. But when I am old, the old man prefers to use various rules as bonds to embed himself into a position in the world."

"rule?"

"In fact, it is some principles of self-discipline. After experiencing some people and things, you tell yourself what you can do or what you can't do, and then strictly abide by it. It's a bit like signing a magic contract, but the object is your future self."

"Is this point?" Felix asked.

"I'm not sure," replied the old man: "but at least keep my mood happy."

“By restricting oneself?”

"This is the philosophy of survival that I have gained through a long life." The old man said.

Felix does not agree with this practice. He hates being restricted and restricted, especially setting up self-limits.

The old man trembled and flipped his pockets. After almost half a minute, he took out a copper pocket watch.

"Click." The pocket watch popped up, with a dial on one side and a photo on the other side.

The photo shows a young couple.

The old man murmured: "Her name is Perenal, my wife, we met when we were in school in Boothbaton. A good girl, three years older than me. I still remember the scene when I saw her for the first time. In a sea of ​​flowers, I saw her at a glance..."

Felix blinked: "You can see that your marriage is very happy."

"Yes, yes..." His voice was inaudible.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and the fireworks in the distance had been stopped by the Ministry of Magic staff.

"Do you think they will get a result?" Felix said in a different way.

"To be honest, I think it's hard. I've dealt with these people... The American magic circle has suffered a great loss in the "Secrets Act" and will not compromise easily." The old man said: "They are very stubborn in this regard."

Felix said optimistically: "There will always be someone who will force them to change their minds. This time it won't work, and next time, their opponents are still young."

"It makes sense that these little guys naturally have an advantage."

...

"I'm leaving."

After a while, the old man said that he gave Felix a small gift before leaving.

"Is this a...a peeping mirror?"

"Yes, it's a very interesting gadget. I've sent a lot of gifts these days, which may have nothing to do with my time." The old man said with a smile.

"The wizard still has a way to live long. I know a witch. She should be 120 years old and thirty years old and is still very strong." Felix comforted the old man.

He refers to Professor Gersarda Machban of the Wizard Examination Bureau, who once invigilated Dumbledore's NEWTs exam.

The old man smiled, "Maybe it's not suitable for me... I'm so happy to chat with you, Felix Happ."

"Do you know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.

"Ha, a friend of mine has recommended your book, it's very interesting. The magic world needs a pair of eyes looking outside."

The old man waved his hand and left tremblingly.

...

Felix returned to the hotel, and the otherwise dilapidated auditorium and burnt traces disappeared, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack had not happened at all.

He saw a Muggle researcher staring at the statue in front of the hotel - its head had been smashed before.

Felix was not embarrassed by the staff and successfully found the French Auror Maxwell - he was like a door god at this moment, guarding outside the auditorium, and there were three other French Aurors who performed their duties with him.

"I'm still talking inside?"

"It should be said that it's still arguing," said Maxwell.

"It's quite quiet."

"Wait a little longer," he said with great experience: "three, two, one, are here!"

An exaggerated roar came from the auditorium, "Marcas! As the chairman of the American Magic France Association, shouldn't you be responsible for your actions? Look at the bad things you did! I feel ashamed for you!"

"Look, I'm right?" Maxwell gave Felix a pleasant look. "I love the minister to death. He has been scolding the American for half an hour."

Felix looked at him speechlessly.

After the joke, Maxwell talked about the serious matter, "The meeting was cancelled, and everyone else in the hotel was notified to leave. This place will be used as a temporary meeting place to discuss the current series of troubles."

"Meaning, I'm going to pack up and leave?"

"No, it's your colleague, she left first, let me talk to you." He blinked, "Lucky guy, you have gained friendship between France and the American magic circles at the same time. Although the latter is useless... but at least, no one can drive you away, you can even ask to listen to the entire negotiation process."

Felix guessed that Silester must have not said that he had spyed on her memory, but even if he said it, it would not hurt him. He had too many reasons to justify it.

On the surface, he was the hero who stopped the attack and prevented things from slipping in an irreversible direction. He also saved the life of an Ifamoni student who was studying. From this perspective, from the president of the American Magic France Association to the principal of Ifamoni, everyone should express gratitude to him.

The same is true for the French Ministry of Magic. Felix was originally a member of the unlucky army invited to attend the meeting but unfortunately was attacked, but he turned the tide with his own strength and could not ask for more.

"Forget it." Felix refused. He was not interested in it. It was very messy inside, and he felt a little sympathetic to Dumbledore.

"Where are those students?"

"I was watched by the two professors of Ifamoni."

...

Felix didn't want to stay too long. He had to wait until the specific results came out, but there was some trouble. Maybe the whole summer vacation might not end. He was going back to his room to get things and leave. Hogwarts still had a lot of things.

But just as he was cleaning the room, he suddenly thought of something.

“What is it?”

He quickly recalled that today's experience began to go backwards from the 'now', from conversations with Maxwell, to the Muggle Research Expert in front of the statue, to the encounter with an interesting old man...

"Perenal, I seem to have seen this name somewhere."

Felix thought, "No, the point is not this, the name is very common, but I feel a strange thing."

He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The scene of talking to the old man was constantly displayed in the thinking hut.
Chapter completed!