A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 164 Attack
In the evening, strangely dressed wizards appeared in every corner of the hotel. Felix stood in the hotel garden and watched several wizards climbing a hill.

Out of the corner of his eye he catches Maxwell talking to a stern-faced woman, looking impatient.

"This is France, Celeste! Not the United States, and you can't make me obey in the name of your head of the Legislative Council!"

The witch called Celeste had an exquisite and serious face, and her whole body was meticulously dressed, with no faults to be found.

She was like a capable government official who just came from the Muggle government office building dozens of kilometers away to participate in an activity to condolences to the slums.

In particular, there were a few wizards in pleated skirts and iris hats standing next to her. They were pointing at the automatic sprinkler with serious faces, which added to the convincingness of her identity.

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

"We'll take care of it," Maxwell said bluntly, emphasizing the word 'we' as if reminding the woman opposite that they understood the word quite differently.

The two soon parted ways.

Felix paced past, the French Auror still scowling.

"She's so arrogant, she thought I was her subordinate!"

"She is?" Felix asked.

"A difficult woman, Noel Celeste, the head of the Legislative Council of the Magical Congress of America."

"What does she want to do?"

"Let the United States send Aurors here, the reason is to help fight against possible criminals." Maxwell said with a straight face.

Felix clicked his tongue in amazement. This kind of request was really too much. He almost pointed at the nose of the French Ministry of Magic and scolded, "You are too rubbish. I can't trust you. I have to send someone myself."

"If she's worried, why doesn't she just put the meeting in the US in the first place?" asked Felix, who had asked similar questions before.

"Factional struggles? Unspeakable secrets? Anyway, as far as I know, there are many people who oppose her..."

Felix asked sensitively: "Who are the ones who object?"

"Uh... I don't remember." Maxwell showed an embarrassed expression, and he muttered in a low voice: "The Ministry prepared some materials for me, including various newspaper clippings and so on, and put them in my room, but I Didn't take a closer look...do you want to take a look?"

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

"Ha, we don't know each other, and your taste in food matches me very well. I like the red wine stewed beef dish." Maxwell joked.

The little grudges from before just disappeared.

On the second day, the day before the meeting officially started, more wizards came, roughly counting, there were already more than 100 people.

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

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

"You can understand it that way," he said, lest you really want to understand it and be overwhelmed by a Forgetting Charm.

Soon, he saw the figure of Professor Bubaji. He went up to her and took the small box in her hand, "You came later than I expected."

Bubbaji sighed, "I changed the report paper at the meeting, and I've been struggling with it for the past few days."

Felix brought Professor Bubaji to her room, and the two chatted along the way—

"You suggest that wizards marry werewolves?" Felix asked in surprise.

"Not just werewolves," Bubaji corrected. "I see the advantages of hybrids, and I suggest that pure-bloods intermarry with hybrids, Muggles, and even some humanoids."

Felix's expression was a little stiff, he leaned against the door, and it took him a long time to say: "Do you have any theoretical basis?"

Professor Bubaji said: "This is the inspiration I got from Muggle books. Although the material used by the Muggle named Mendel for the experiment was peas. But... I also checked a lot of wizard materials. It's true that half-blood wizards are more accomplished."

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

Once her theory is thrown out, it is tantamount to detonating a nuclear bomb.

What's more, whether the theory is correct or not is still uncertain, but it will definitely be crazily resisted by pure-blood families all over the world.

"Professor Bubbaji," Felix said tactfully, "with the current atmosphere in the magic world, most wizards are not ready to accept this theory. Maybe we can change the topic a little bit, from a safer angle."

Professor Bubaji looked at him and said softly, "What is your suggestion?"

"Taking the current self-locking and self-styled attacking point in the magic world, we call on the Ministry of Magic of all countries to focus on the outside world, Muggle technology, novel theories, and even limited cooperation with the Muggle government; or from ordinary wizards. From a different perspective, young graduates are called on to carry out social practice in the Muggle world, at least to accumulate a piece of work experience..."

"Most wizards have long since lost touch with society."

Felix also cited the example of Karami, "After he graduated, he entered a Muggle institution of higher learning. Maybe a few years later, he will be the authority on Muggle issues in the French wizarding world."

Bubbaji thought about it.

Felix persuaded: "This is in line with the theme of this meeting, and once the snowball is formed, even the most stubborn pure-blood family will be swept away by the tide of the times."

"But..." Bubbaji is not very satisfied with this statement. Although she is a professor of Muggle studies, she does not think that the two can cooperate, or that there is a need for cooperation.

She just saw the irrationality of pure-blood thinking in the wizarding world, and then proposed her own solution.

……

The next day, July 7, the meeting officially began.

Noel Celeste, who presided over the meeting as the representative of the International Confederation of Wizards—and the conference’s initiator—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 one country after another came to speak on stage, and Felix was a little drowsy.

It's hard to imagine that these old ideas come from the mouth of the most famous group of Muggle experts in the world.

The only fun is when a wizard raised the "Muggle threat theory", he was angrily denounced by a German wizard as "Grindelwald's remnants" and threw his shoes at him.

Maybe Bubbaji's point of view will be drowned out in this kind of watered-down speech... Felix thought.

"Professor Bubbaji, what is your speaking order?"

"There are two more wizards ahead of me."

Soon, Professor Bubaji stood on the stage, she cleared her throat, with a tragic expression on her face, Felix knew that she did not listen to his advice.

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

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded behind him.

(End of this chapter)