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.

He saw Maxwell talking to a serious-looking woman from the corner of his eye, and he seemed very impatient.

"This is France, Celeste! It's not America, and you can't use your name as the head of the **** society to make me obey!"

The witch called Celeste had a delicate and serious face, and her dress was meticulous and there was no mistake.

She was like a capable government official who had just rushed from the Muggle government office building dozens of kilometers away to participate in a condolence activity for the slums.

In particular, there were several wizards wearing pleated skirts and iris hats standing next to her. They were pointing and talking seriously at the automatic sprinkler, which made her identity more convincing.

At this moment, her gray pupils seemed to burst into flames. She pursed her lips, restraining herself from saying anything hurtful, but her response was still tough: "The law is the bottom line that cannot be trampled upon. We must do something."

"We will take care of it." Maxwell said stiffly. He emphasized the word "we", as if to remind the woman opposite that they had a completely different understanding of this word.

The two soon parted unhappily.

Felix walked over, and the French Auror still had an angry look on his face.

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

"Who is she?" Felix asked.

"A difficult woman, Noel Celeste, the number one figure in the Magical Congress of the United States of America."

"What does she want to do?"

"Let the United States send Aurors over, on the grounds of helping to combat possible criminals." Maxwell said with a straight face.

Felix was amazed. This request was indeed too much. He was almost pointing at the nose of the French Ministry of Magic and scolding, "You are too rubbish. I don't trust you. I will send someone myself."

"If she is worried, why didn't she just hold the meeting in the United States at the beginning?" Felix asked. He had asked similar questions before.

"Factional struggle? Unspeakable secrets? Anyway, as far as I know, many people are against her..."

Felix asked sensitively: "Who are they against?"

"Uh... I don't remember." Maxwell showed an embarrassed expression. He muttered softly: "The Ministry prepared some information for me, including various clippings and so on. They are placed in my room, but I didn't look at them carefully... Do you want to take a look?"

"If it's convenient, thank you, Maxwell."

"Ha, we can be considered as acquaintances, and your taste in food matches mine. I like the dish of beef stewed in red wine." Maxwell made a joke.

The previous slight grudge disappeared just like that.

On the second day, the day before the meeting officially started, more wizards came. Roughly speaking, there were more than a hundred people.

One of the consequences was that the hotel staff looked at them even more strangely.

"Tell me, are you some kind of strange organization, like 'cross-dressing' or something like that?" The hotel receptionist was chatting with Felix. Among these people, only a few were dressed normally, and Felix was the youngest and most handsome among them.

"You can completely understand it this way." He said, so that you don't really want to understand it and get knocked down by a forgetfulness spell.

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

Bubbage sighed, "I revised the report paper for the conference, and I have been struggling with it these days."

Felix took Professor Bubbage to her room, and the two chatted all the way.

"You advocate marriage between wizards and werewolves?" Felix asked in surprise.

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

Felix's expression was a little stiff. He leaned against the door and spoke for a long time, "Do you have any theoretical basis?"

Professor Bubbage 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 information. In the past hundred years, mixed-blood wizards have indeed achieved higher achievements."

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

Once her theory was thrown out, it was like detonating a nuclear bomb.

What's more, whether the theory is correct is still ambiguous, but it will definitely be wildly resisted by pure-blood families all over the world.

"Professor Bubbage," Felix said tactfully, "given the current atmosphere in the wizarding world, most wizards are not mentally prepared to accept this theory. Perhaps we can change the topic slightly and start from a safer angle."

Professor Bubbage looked at him and whispered, "What's your suggestion?"

"Use the current self-isolation of the wizarding world as an attack point, and call on the Ministry of Magic of each country to focus on the outside world, Muggle technology, novel theories, and even limited cooperation with Muggle governments; or from the perspective of ordinary wizards, call on young graduates to engage in social practice in the Muggle world, at least to accumulate work experience..."

"Most wizards have long been out of touch with society."

Felix also cited the example of Karami, "After graduation, he will go to a Muggle institution of higher learning. Perhaps in a few years, he will be an authority on Muggle issues in the French wizarding world."

Bubbage pondered.

Felix persuaded, "This is consistent 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 was not very satisfied with this statement. Although she was a professor of Muggle Studies, she did not think that the two could cooperate, or that there was a need for cooperation.

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

...

The next day, July 20, the meeting officially began.

Noel Celeste, as the representative of the International Confederation of Wizards and the initiator of the meeting, presided over the entire meeting, but she 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 various countries came to the stage to speak, and Felix felt a little drowsy.

It was hard to imagine that these old ideas came from the mouths of the most famous group of experts in Muggle research.

The only fun was when a wizard proposed the "Muggle threat theory", a German wizard angrily accused him of being a "remnant of Grindelwald" and threw shoes at him.

Maybe Bubbage's views will be drowned in this desperately watered-down speech... Felix thought.

"Professor Bubbage, what is your speaking order?"

"There are two wizards in front of me."

Soon, Professor Bubbage stood on the stage. She cleared her throat with a tragic expression on her face. Felix knew that she didn't listen to his advice.

But at this time, the man with a vicissitudes of life hurried in, shouting: "There is an attack!!!"

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded behind him.