A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 162 Uncle and Nephew
Felix was really curious, especially the perspective of a philosophy professor.

There was a burst of discussion in the big classroom, and they also tried to bring them into the situation he set up, and they all thought about a question that they had never seriously thought about before——

'If magic exists, how do we deal with it? '

The professor looked at the reactions of the others, and he felt the need to answer the question seriously.

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

"Not much, but it can't be ignored."

"Are they evil in the conventional definition, judging from the perspective of the herd?"

"Talking about group issues without proportion will be fallacious, professor. In my opinion, it is equivalent to ordinary people."

When the professor and Felix asked and answered sensitive questions, such as "what is the overall strength of the magician", they would vaguely pass it on, saying that they hadn't figured it out yet.

Other students were also attracted by the see-saw questioning process between the two, looking at the professor for a while, and Felix for a while.

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

The professor showed a gratified expression: "It seems that you have thought deeply about this issue, which will help us in our next discussion."

The explanation given by Felix is: "I intend to write a magical work, like "The Chronicles of Narnia."

In order to complete his new book, he deliberately collected a batch of fairy tales during the vacation, and was surprised to find that this series had been published as early as the 50s.

"Is that so..." The professor thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "Philosophy aside, as a scholar, my opinion is communication."

"Communication?" Felix repeated, this answer did not satisfy him: "Professor, I want to write a 'true' novel, so that the content in it can withstand scrutiny."

"My answer remains the same, no matter what the end result is, but between two strange groups, the first step must be to deepen mutual understanding."

The public class was over, and the students filed out.

The young student with curly brown hair rushed into the bathroom, knocking someone down in the process.

"Sorry, please forgive me."

On the other side, Felix politely bid farewell.

Amandina shrugged her shoulders with a free and easy face.

"Well, if you have a chance to come to France in the future, you can find me here, and I will take you around Paris."

When Felix walked out of this famous university and was thinking slowly under a row of plane trees, he keenly sensed that someone had been staring at him.

He turned the corner and entered a narrow alley.

A young man with brown curly hair and a middle-aged man with beards appeared in a hurry. They chased directly into the alley, turned two turns, and found that the end of the road was a wall.

The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, holding his wand high with awe-inspiring momentum, but the next second the wand in his hand was thrown 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 hand.

Maxwell Corbett opened his mouth, watching his own oak wand obediently float in front of the young man opposite.

The accident happened so fast and silently that he didn't even have time to react.

"Uncle, he disappeared, did he Apparate?" The curly-haired young man stared at the empty wall in a daze. Seeing that his uncle didn't respond to him, he turned around belatedly.

"It's him, it's him, he is the one who exposed the existence of the magic world!" The young man said this vague French in one breath.

Felix looked at him amusedly: "I must have memorized the "International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Law" better than you. Which article did I violate?"

The curly-haired young man seemed very unconvinced, "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. Don't try to deny it. Hey, uncle, why is your wand on the opposite side?"

The bearded Maxwell Corbett reprimanded darkly, "Shut up, Karami."

He looked at Felix: "I think there is a misunderstanding here, are you an expert on Muggle issues who came to the meeting?"

"Misunderstand?"

"That's right, I'm the Auror of the French Ministry of Magic, Maxwell Corbett. I'm responsible for the security of this meeting. My nephew is studying in Paris University. He may have made a mistake."

"I'm sorry, I may have misunderstood," Karami said slowly, reaching for the wand pinned to her back.

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

The two faces, one big and one small, looked at each other, looked at the person on the opposite side and said with satisfaction——

"Now we can have a good talk."

……

A restaurant facing the street in the fifth arrondissement of Paris.

Felix took the menu from the waiter, "One salad, one French bouillabaisse, one plate of salt-baked snails, the main course is beef stewed in red wine, um...dessert will be served later, that's all."

He handed the menu to the uncle and nephew opposite, "How about you?"

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

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

Karami ordered a lot of weird dishes.

"I suggest you pair it with light wine," said the waiter.

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

The waiter remembered the name and left quickly.

Maxwell Corbett said with a complicated face: "I now believe that you are an expert in Muggle studies. What's your name?"

"Although it's a bit late, let me introduce myself. My name is Felix Hemp. I have published two books on Muggle studies."

Maxwell was silent, and after a while he said: "Given your reputation, I temporarily believe that you have no intention of exposing the magic world, but I will go back and check. As for your attack on Aurors—"

"What Auror? I'm facing an unidentified wizard. It's normal for me to be a little nervous after I just learned that there was an attack on Muggle experts, isn't it?"

Maxwell said with a serious expression: "You know about the attack? How did you know?"

"Emerson Kane, Alice Alpha, Galsworthy Moore..." Felix announced a series of names, and Maxwell's face became increasingly ugly.

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

"I have a wide range of news channels." Felix picked up the knife and fork, showing a gentle smile: "Perhaps, I can recommend one or two of them to you?"

Throughout the meal, Maxwell seemed a little depressed, eating in silence, without even tasting what was in his mouth.

Karami quickly became acquainted with Felix.

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

Karami said: "My mother arranged - oh, I'm mixed - as an auditor, the kind without a certificate."

Felix understood.

Walking out of the restaurant, Karami is sent away, and Felix uses Apparition to take Maxwell to Place Furstenberg in Paris.

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

In the center of the square, four ancient trees guarded a bronze statue. When they stepped into the range of the ancient trees, their figures disappeared miraculously, but the people around them turned a blind eye to it.

The two stood next to the statue, and the roots of the four ancient trees suddenly came to life, entangled with each other to form a birdcage-like elevator. Felix's feet trembled slightly, and the elevator began to descend.

He glanced at Maxwell and handed him his wand.

"Thank you," Maxwell said sincerely.

He didn't want to be known what happened today, and he planned to rot in his stomach for the rest of his life with these embarrassing experiences.

(End of this chapter)