A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 171 Nick Lemay?

The old man panted for a while after speaking a few words, and his nostrils made a slight humming sound.

"You don't seem to be in good health, and you're here to join in the fun?" Felix cast an admiring glance at him.

"I live nearby, or I wouldn't come here, and I wouldn't be able to survive the apparition."

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

Felix's teeth suddenly became a little gritty. He grinned and stretched his arms subconsciously.

There was a distant din as a irascible wizard fired fireworks into the tavern, and his behavior drew a plethora of imitators.

Both showed expressions of interest.

"Very interesting, isn't it?" said the old man cheerfully.

"Indeed, I like the pattern on that thunderbird," said Felix. "I guess he's from the Thunderbird Academy in Ilvermorny."

The old man followed the firework that looked like an eagle, and said with some emotion: "I seldom walk outside these years, but now I want to walk more."

"There's always something new out there."

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

Felix said, "Really? I think that everything I experience is unique."

The old man laughed heartily, "The vigor that belongs only to young people - I am used to defining the world with my own eyes. But I am old, and the old man prefers to use various rules as a bond to embed himself in a position in the world. "

"rule?"

"It's actually 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 the future self. "

"What's the point?" Felix asked.

"I'm not sure," replied the old man, "but at least it keeps me happy."

"By limiting yourself?"

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

Felix didn't approve of this approach. He hated being restricted and restrained, especially self-imposed restrictions.

Trembling, the old man flipped through his pockets, and after about half a minute, he found a copper pocket watch.

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

The picture shows a young couple.

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

Felix blinked: "It can be seen that your marriage is very happy."

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

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

"Do you think they'll come to a conclusion?" Felix changed the subject.

"Frankly speaking, I think it is difficult. I have dealt with these people... The American magic community has suffered a lot from the "Secrecy Act", and will not easily compromise." The old man said: "They are very stubborn in this regard."

Felix said optimistically: "Someone will force them to change their minds. Not this time, and next time, their opponents are still young."

"It makes sense, these little guys have a natural advantage."

……

"I'm leaving."

After a while the old man said that he had given Felix a small present before leaving.

"Is this... a looking glass?"

"Yeah, it's a very interesting gadget. I send out a lot of gifts these days, which may have something to do with my short lifespan." The old man said with a smile.

"Wizards still have ways to live longer. I know a witch. She should be 40 years old—maybe more than that, but her body is still very strong." Felix comforted the old man.

He was referring to Professor Greselda Marchban of the Wizarding Examinations Board, who had proctored Dumbledore's NEWTs.

The old man smiled, "Maybe it's not suitable for me... It's a pleasure chatting with you, Felix Hemp."

"You know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.

"Ha, a friend of mine recommended your book. It's very interesting. The wizarding world needs a pair of eyes that look outside."

The old man waved his hands and left tremblingly.

……

When Felix returned to the hotel, the dilapidated auditorium and the charred marks disappeared, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack had never happened.

He saw an expert Muggle studies staring intently at the statue in front of the hotel - its head had been smashed out.

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

"Is it still talking inside?"

"It should be said that they are still arguing." Maxwell said.

"It's pretty quiet."

"Wait a minute," he said with great experience, "three, two, one, here we come!"

There was an exaggerated roar from the auditorium, "Marcus! As the chairman of the Magical Congress of America, shouldn't he be responsible for the actions of his subordinates! Look at the bad things you have done! I am ashamed of you!"

"Look, am I right?" Maxwell gave Felix a pleasant look. "I love the Minister to death. He's been berating that Yankee for half an hour."

Felix looked at him a little speechlessly.

After the joke, Maxwell talked about the business, "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 troublesome matters."

"Meaning, I have to pack up and leave?"

"No, no, it's your colleague, she left first, let me tell you." He blinked, "Lucky guy, you got the friendship of French and American magic circles at the same time, although the latter is useless ...but at least, no one can make you go, you can even ask to sit in on the whole negotiation process."

Felix guessed that Celeste definitely didn't say that he snooped on her memory, but even if he said it, it wouldn't hurt him, and he had too many reasons to justify.

On the surface, he was the hero who stopped the attack, prevented things from slipping into an irreversible direction, and he also saved the life of a student at Ilvermorny who was studying.From this perspective, everyone from the chairman of the Magical Congress of America to the principal of Ilvermorny should express their gratitude to him.

The same goes for the French Ministry of Magic. Felix was part of the hapless army that was invited to the meeting and was attacked, but he turned the tide on his own, and couldn't really ask for more.

"Forget it." Felix refused straight away, he was not interested in it, it was so messy inside, he felt a little sympathetic to Dumbledore.

"What about the group of students?"

"Watched by two professors from Ilvermorny."

……

Felix didn't want to stay too long, it would be a pain in the ass to wait until the specific results came out, maybe the whole summer vacation might not end.He was going to go back to his room to get his things and leave. Hogwarts still had a lot of things to do.

But just as he was cleaning the room, something suddenly occurred to him.

"What is it?"

He quickly recalled that today's experience went backwards from 'this moment', from the conversation with Maxwell, to the Muggle research expert in front of the statue, to meeting an interesting old man...

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

Felix thought about it, "No, that's not the point. The name is very common, but I feel something strange."

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.The scene of talking with the old man is constantly shown in the thinking cabin——

After a long while, he sat up suddenly, and said in an uncertain tone, "Nicolumay?"

(End of this chapter)