Felix kept thinking about the origins of the attackers.

He suddenly remembered the intelligence from the black wizard Aladdin: "It is said that the attackers are very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

"Ilvermorny School of Magic."

...

Was the badge really a warning? Or was it accidentally lost?

At this moment, the four formations of the attackers were disrupted by him, and only five or six people were able to get up. The team at the front was left with only a lucky little wizard.

But the little man did not recognize this luck at all. He hoped that he would faint, because the devil-like figure was less than two meters away from him, looking at him calmly.

Felix walked towards the short wizard in front of him step by step. He walked very slowly and steadily, in order to ease the dizziness caused by more than twenty consecutive apparitions, but in the eyes of others, his steps were like strolling in the garden, and his eyes seemed gentle, but he was like a dragon that had been untied, with hideous spikes all over his body.

The air seemed to freeze. The remaining attackers who were struggling to get up, the young Auror with a face full of grief and anger, Celeste who was trying to remain calm, and the man with a vicissitudes of life all seemed to have been paused.

The little man's eyes were full of fear. He instinctively turned around and ran away, but was tripped by his companion's unconscious body. His forehead hit the gravel and blood oozed out bit by bit.

When he got up from the ground, Felix was already standing in front of him.

"Let me see who you are."

He stretched out a hand and grabbed the mask.

In the eyes of the little wizard, the open hand seemed to contain magical magic, making him unable to move. He desperately told himself to run, but in the end he was like a cold stone statue, and his mood fell to the bottom. His lips whispered

"No..."

"No!"

Two voices overlapped, and the other one came from Noel Celeste's mouth. Her gray eyes reflected panic that should not have appeared.

But Felix did not stop. He decisively lifted the mask.

For a moment, Felix was stunned, and his hand holding the mask stopped in mid-air.

He thought that there would be a witch under the mask, not only because of the other party's short stature, but also because of the sharp voice. These features made him think of a female identity.

But under the mask was a blood-stained, overly young face of a big boy, at most fifteen or sixteen years old, and looked even younger than Percy Weasley.

The little man stared at him blankly, and the other party's expression suddenly became unfathomable and difficult to guess.

He mustered up his courage, snatched the mask, and stumbled back.

Felix stayed where he was and did not chase.

"Dangdangdang!"

Another dozen black-robed wizards rushed into the hall, and one of them shouted excitedly: "The people have been rescued, we can retreat! Has Celeste, the old witch, been caught?"

But the situation on the field was different from what he thought. The newcomers were stunned, and their eyes fell on Felix who had just put down his wand. With him as the center, there were more than a dozen companions lying around.

Less than one-third of the people were awake, and some of them had just been awakened by magic, with blank expressions on their faces.

"Run." The short wizard said in a hoarse voice.

"What?"

"Run!"

But the leading wizard didn't want to leave these people behind, he raised his wand, and the others chose to follow.

More than a dozen red beams attacked Felix. These people were obviously elites, and the burning spells were like lasers, but they were all blocked in front of Felix, and a ring-shaped barrier was looming.

Exquisite silver-white and gold intertwined lines were constantly outlined in the air. As the spells hitting it became stronger and stronger, its appearance became clearer and clearer.

It was an enlarged half-body armor, shadowy, and dancing with magical flames.

The armor made of the Iron Armor spell covered his entire body, making him completely ignore these attacks.

The black-robed wizards attacked in vain, but their mood inevitably fell into despair.

"Leave here before I change my decision." Felix said.

After a short silence, the attackers     said,

"He, he is trapped by his own magic. Take the unconscious person away!" The leading wizard made up a random excuse. No matter what the reason was, this powerful enemy did not seem to have any intention of attacking.     The others woke up. They used the levitation spell and transfiguration to drag their unconscious companions away and quickly evacuated this dangerous place.     In this short and long minute, no one spoke. Celeste, the vicissitudes-faced wizard, the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic, and even the Muggle research experts, all remained silent for a rare time. They acquiesced to Felix's approach.     Felix lifted the magic and his eyes fell on the last few people. They looked at Felix while running, their eyes full of exploration.     "Don't look, go!" said a black-robed wizard.     The attackers left quickly, leaving only the devastated hotel.     ...     Three or five Muggle experts on the field looked around blankly, as if they had had a strange dream.     From the calm meeting to the unexpected attack, and then a powerful young man jumped out and ended the battle in less than thirty seconds. Isn't this just a dream?     Felix came to Maxwell and carefully checked his condition. He was unconscious, and his face was covered with dense small lumps.     "This... sir? Is he okay?" The young Auror asked stiffly.     "No problem, he was hit by too many stunning spells, and there was also a curse." Felix said speechlessly, and the curse seemed to mock everyone present.     Celeste came out with messy hair and covered in dust, followed by a vicissitudes-faced wizard.     "You..." She hesitated rarely.     "What is the identity of the attacker?" Felix asked bluntly. He actually had a guess.     "I don't know, it may be the remnant of the Purger, or a worshiper of Grindelwald." Celeste said.

"I think you are fooling me, Ms. Celeste." Felix took a step forward, the silver light in his eyes completely covering his originally light blue pupils: "Look into my eyes."

Her expression was dull for a moment, and a series of pictures flashed quickly

, "Secret reports show that minors have joined the Reform Society. Our magical society is further divided because of that damn law!"

"Cecil, we can't give in. One step back means ten or a hundred steps."

"But wizards of No-Maj origin are also part of us, and the laws we make are hurting them! Since 1965, more and more people have felt deceived, Celeste. This tolerance has reached its limit, so the Reform Society, an organization that shames everyone, was born. Our gentlemen in Congress are sitting on a powder keg, complacently sipping red wine."

"...The parliamentary families will not support it."

"So you just cover up, Celeste? We are the Legislative Council and should be responsible for the laws of the American magical community!"

"Then what do you want me to say, respected congressmen? Because of our stupid laws, the students and graduates of Ilvermorny conspired to organize a reform society to rebel against the Magical Congress of the United States of America?"

"I want to remind you, Celeste, this is already a fact."

"I can't act like a fool in front of the congressmen... At the very least, I have to get a list."

"What do you plan to do?"

"... Be patient, Cecil. Wait until summer vacation, set up a trap that looks harmless and has sweet bait. As long as one or two people are caught, a string of names can be pulled out."

"Celeste, you yourself are an excellent bait, and they are targeting you."

"Thank you, Cecil."

"I'm not praising you!"

"Cecil, remember to let the New York Ghost spread the news when the time comes..."