A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 160 Investigate the news
Felix suddenly thought of a Hogwarts school legend that a Ravenclaw student read all the books in the common room overnight, which was considered an unexplainable miracle.

Perhaps, it is the role of this magic.

He felt it carefully, and the magic seemed to have completely disappeared without a trace.After thinking for a while, he switched perspectives neatly.

In the pale and black world, it was barely possible to see the subtle magic power gathering together. He put his nose in the air, and he could vaguely see a magic vortex.

"Magic is slowly returning."

"Who is the next destined Ravenclaw student?"

Felix left here.

It was already dark, and when he returned to his office, there was a little house-elf standing by the door.

"More than?"

The elf raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Haipu!"

In the office, Felix handed him a bottle of butter beer, "The pumpkin juice and juice are gone, this tastes good too, not much alcohol."

Dobby quickly thanked him.

Felix looked at his new attire, "So you escaped from Malfoy?"

"Yes, Mr. Haip, you can't imagine how lucky Dobby is..." He began to talk about his miraculous experience.

Felix smiled as he finished his story.

"You're in luck, Dobby."

Dobby said happily: "Thanks to the great Harry Potter! He saved Dobby!"

"Then what are your plans for the near future?"

"Plan? Dobby, Dobby wants to make more money and save up a birthday present for Mr. Potter, even though it's very difficult..." Dobby took out a small box the size of a palm from his pocket, "This is for Dobby Bea's friend, Mr. Felix Heap."

Felix took it with interest, and unexpectedly found that it wasn't a tattered thing.

"It looks very delicate, but I didn't recognize it, what is it?"

"A music box, sir." The elf looked at him primly. "It didn't cost much . "

Soon, Dobby bid farewell and praised the butter beer by the way: "It tastes great, Dobby likes it very much, and I will recommend it to my friends."

Felix watched his disappearing figure, thinking to himself, I can afford two silver Sickles a week.

Next time ask him if he wants to.

Fast forward to July 7, Felix appeared on a hidden street corner in Paris, France, and walked into a narrow, dark alley.

A hooded man is leaning against the wall with his right hand in his pocket.He glanced at Felix—Felix's face was blurred and contorted, his silver eyes glowing slightly.

The man subconsciously avoided his sight, and he said in French, "What are you doing here?"

"It has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that I am not your enemy." Felix reached out and took out a brown wand, the silver light in his eyes became more intense.

"Well, remember not to cause trouble, I don't think anyone will take the initiative to provoke you."

The man timidly moved away from the seat behind him, where there was an empty wall.

Felix raised the corners of his mouth and walked straight towards the wall, knocking the wall into ripples—his figure disappeared.

The man stared at his back, turned his head and continued to stare out of the alley.

……

Felix looked at the scene inside—it was a temporary bar, with all kinds of crooked wooden boxes, large and small, which were put together by magic to serve as tables and chairs.

Not far from him, two hooded wizards were arguing loudly, with a silver artifact in front of them.

"Ten Galleons!"

"No, at least twelve!"

The same scene happened in this small space, except that most wizards used hoods to cover up their appearance.

This is a magical black market and bar in Paris, France.

Felix stood right in front of him, regardless of other people's concealed sightlines, his eyes swept over everyone present, when his silvery eyes fell, these wizards either looked at him without fear, or He bowed his head in a panic to avoid it, cursing in a low voice.

For the black market, showing strength is a smart way, and this is the best way for strangers to blend in here.

Felix quickly spotted the target. On the temporary bar built out of wooden boxes, a dirty wizard with disheveled hair was gulping down low-quality beer.

"Aladdin, long time no see." He said in a hoarse voice.

The wizard raised his head, his cheeks were very rough, and he was one of the few people who didn't cover himself, "Oh, it's you, have a drink?"

"No, what's new in Paris recently?"

"A lot of foreigners come to count?"

"Be specific."

"Two Galleons."

"Ding Dong~" Two golden coins fell on the box in front of him, making a crisp collision sound.

Aladdin grinned, put away the coins, and suddenly yelled to the surroundings: "What are you looking at, you have no part!"

The eyes of others quickly left.

"In the past week, quite a few foreigners have come here, all claiming to be experts in Muggle studies. They seem to be attending a meeting, and the Ministry of Magic is responsible for security."

"That's not funny enough, Aladdin." Felix looked into his eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, do you want to know about the time I peed my pants when I was a kid!" Aladdin said rudely, and he turned his head, "Well, that means I can't beat you, otherwise..."

"Something went wrong, they had an attack..." he said.

"What attack, did anyone catch it?" Felix asked.

"No, those Muggle experts are all useless. Two or three people rushed into the venue and knocked over a dozen of them in less than a minute." Aladdin said with a look of disdain.

"Where are the Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic?"

"They are guarding outside. The woman from America is said to be very arrogant. She is the leader of this meeting." Aladdin shrugged. "I guess they brought the attack here."

"Why do you say that?"

Aladdin looked around and lowered his voice: "Do you want to know? Want to get first-hand information? I paid a big price."

"Ding ding ding dong."

Four gold Galleons landed on the box, and Aladdin grinned.

"If the news doesn't satisfy me..."

"Relax! Absolute value."

Later, he revealed a secret, "It is said that the attackers were very arrogant. They warned the woman and left behind a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

"Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Felix was silent.

"It's too much, isn't it? There are thousands of students there, and they are in a state of desperation now. Six of the seven Americans left that day."

"There are no dead people, are there?"

"No, that's why they are said to be arrogant. They seem to come here to announce something."

Felix walked out of the magic black market and looked at the bright sky. People in the distance were chatting leisurely. A young couple pushed a stroller and walked slowly past the sycamore tree.

"I always feel that it is not suitable to travel this time."

(End of this chapter)