Felix strolled along the streets of Paris. A few hundred meters ahead was the south bank of the Seine River. Along the bank were various well-decorated stores, many of which were full of exotic styles.

For example, a paper-cutting shop had various paper decorations at the door, ranging from small colorful animals to large and exquisite interior decorations. It looked dazzling.

The owner was a young girl with a colorful headdress. When Felix walked into the store, she enthusiastically sold him.

In the end, Felix picked a colorful windmill that he could hold in his hand.

There was still a week before the meeting officially started, and Felix had a great time for two days. From the Musee d'Orsay to the Louvre, to the world-famous Notre Dame de Paris, he regarded himself as a pure tourist, enjoying the local customs and exquisite food of Paris.

After all, in the note to the French Ministry of Magic, his scheduled itinerary was to arrive in Paris in three days.

On a gorgeous street, the crowd was surging, and tourists from all over the world gathered together. Looking up, you can see the Eiffel Tower, a landmark building in the seventh district of France.

A young couple was holding a child each, holding half an ice cream in their hands.

"Mom, mom, I want flowers, I want flowers." The little boy pointed to a place not far away and said.

The couple looked over as directed. About ten meters away from them, seven or eight children and their families were surrounding a young man. He looked very handsome, with a slender figure and a gentle smile on his face. His

black hair and light blue eyes, like the clear sky, gave people a pure feeling.

Felix put his left hand behind his back and snapped his right hand lightly. A bright yellow tulip suddenly appeared in his hand, and he handed it to a child in front of him.

"It's a street magician." The child's father said.

"It looks good." The child's mother stared at Felix's hands and didn't see any flaws.

The couple walked over with the child, and Felix showed everyone his empty hands. Except for an emerald ring on his left hand, there was nothing.

Under the inquiring gaze, he clasped his hands together and made a prayer gesture, and a burst of "chirping" came from his closed hands.

"Wow!"

Several children opened their mouths exaggeratedly, and even their parents showed incredible expressions.

Felix slowly spread out his palms. It was a bird with colorful feathers. The bird turned its neck flexibly and looked around fearlessly. Its small black eyes made people feel pity.

The bird combed its feathers by itself, and when a child tried to touch it, it flapped its wings and flew away.

Everyone looked up and followed its flight path until it disappeared in the sky.

Felix saluted, declined some coins and banknotes, and left lightly.

...

At Paris I, Felix wandered around the famous French university, which was picturesque. Many of his peers sat leisurely on the lawn and talked freely.

A pair of young girls looked at him curiously. A student with grape purple hair whispered to the girl next to her, "Look, that guy is very handsome. Which college is he from?"

Her friend said in an affirmative tone, "Definitely not from our school."

"So he may be from another school, or a tourist?"

"You can go ask him."

"Why not?" The girl with purple hair stood up, walked to Felix, and said in somewhat lazy French, "Hello, I'm Amandine Zoe."

Felix turned around and said gently, "Hello, Miss Zoe, you can call me Felix, Felix Hep."

Zoe was stunned for a moment and said, "You have beautiful eyes, and you can call me Amandine."

"Okay, Amandine."

The girl named "Amandine" was very talkative, warm and cheerful. She acted as a guide to introduce her university to Felix.

"This is the history teaching building... This is the humanities building... Oh, I remember, there is a public class by a very famous philosophy professor today!"

Amandine's eyes widened, her expression was very hesitant, and she seemed to be constantly weighing between Felix and the public class.

"Can I go and take a look?" Felix said with a smile.

"Of course, I thought you wouldn't like philosophy." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really don't understand it very well, but it's good to listen to it occasionally."

Amandine took Felix into a spacious classroom. In her peripheral vision, she saw her good friend looking at her angrily. She smiled awkwardly and pulled Felix to sit down.

The public class started soon, and the light in the classroom dimmed, with a beam of light cast in the center.

A middle-aged man dressed in a formal and strict manner stood on the podium. His eyes were deep and his tone was neither hurried nor slow: "What is existence? What is the meaning of human existence?"

"Before you were born, we experienced an era of wavering faith. In Nietzsche's words, we never realized as clearly as we did then that 'God is dead'."

"We have experienced a change in thought. The war made us think about the meaning of life, starting with Kierkegaard and Dostoyevsky, reaching its peak in the Sartre and Camus period after World War II, and now fading away silently."

"Someone invented the word existentialism, but existentialism cannot be regarded as a systematic philosophical category. There is no discipline of existentialist philosophy, at most it is a label."

"Share with you some common thoughts about 'existence'"

"For example, you are the result of your choices."

"For another example, time is the only measure of existence."

...

"Many people think that existentialism was born in a cafe on the Left Bank of Paris and is the product of the imagination of a group of decadent people, but this is a completely stereotyped impression. Many people are silently practicing certain commendable existentialist views in their own actions."

"Suffering and difficulties make people despair, despair makes people think about the meaning of existence, and thinking brings new life."

Unknowingly, two hours passed.

A student raised his hand and asked: "Under normal circumstances, we don't think about the 'meaning of existence'. Only when we are pessimistic and desperate will we have this thought. Does this mean that existentialism is actually a pessimistic argument?"

"We study existentialism just to prevent others from studying existentialism?"

The professor said humorously, "It's an interesting point of view. You can apply to be my graduate student."

"I need to emphasize that existentialism is an optimism supported by reason and logic. Imagine that your life is in a dark place, with war, famine, technological substitution... In short, you can't find the meaning of existence."

"At this time, existentialism will tell you that although your life is full of tragedy, we still have to try our best to live and choose the meaning of life for ourselves. You will find that your existence itself will add variables to the world, good, bad, and constantly fluctuating."

Many people raised their hands.

The professor pointed at Felix.

Felix stood up: "Professor, in one of the views you mentioned in your speech, you believe that existence is seeing, perceiving, and experiencing. Then for those distant things, or even things that may never appear in reality, such as magic in movies, how should we perceive and experience them?"

Felix's question made the students laugh softly. It was really interesting to insert the topic of magic into serious philosophical questions.

One or two students whistled, agreeing with Felix's "boldness".

The professor thought for a moment and replied, "Magic is a product of our imagination. Currently, it only exists in the carriers of imagination, such as movies, novels, etc. So do they really exist? Or are they just a product of thinking, and our brains make us think it exists?"

"What if magic really appears in reality one day?" Felix asked.

The professor was amused. "If magic really 'exists' in reality, no one would not know it. With the development of technology today, we have the ability to travel to every corner of the world. Even the sky and the ocean cannot stop the pace of human exploration."

But he soon found that he had met a persistent student today.

"I mean, excuse me, we can make an assumption that there is a small group of magicians who use all kinds of magical magic to cover up their existence, but one day, you discover them."

Felix paused briefly, "What would you do?"