Felix was indeed very curious, especially about the views of a philosophy professor.

There was a burst of discussion in the classroom, and they also tried to bring themselves into the situation he set up, and they all thought about a question that they had never thought about seriously before -

'If magic really exists, how should we face it? '

The professor looked at the reactions of others, and he felt that he had to answer this question seriously.

He looked at Felix and asked, "In your hypothesis, are there enough magicians?"

"Not many, but it cannot be ignored."

"Do they belong to the conventional definition of evil, judging from the perspective of the group?"

"It would be a fallacy to talk about group issues without considering the proportion, professor. My opinion is that they are equivalent to ordinary people."

The professor and Felix asked and answered each other. When it came to sensitive questions such as 'What is the overall strength of magicians?', they would be vague and say that they had not thought about it yet.

Other students were also attracted by the tug-of-war between the two, looking at the professor for a while and looking at Felix for a while.

In the crowd, a young student with brown curly hair was sweating coldly and looked at Felix with a horrified expression.

The professor showed a gratified expression: "It seems that you have thought deeply about this issue, which will help our next discussion."

Felix explained: "I plan to write a magical work, just like "The Chronicles of Narnia."

In order to complete his new book, he deliberately collected a batch of fairy tales during the holidays, and was surprised to find that this series had been published as early as the 1950s.

"Is that so..." The professor thought seriously for a moment, raised his head and said: "Apart from the philosophical level, as a scholar, my view is communication."

"Communication?" Felix repeated, this answer did not satisfy him: "Professor, I want to write a 'real' novel, so that the content inside can stand up to scrutiny."

"My answer remains unchanged, no matter what the final result is, but between two unfamiliar groups, the first step must be to deepen mutual understanding."

The open class ended, and the students filed out.

The young student with brown curly hair hurried into the toilet and knocked someone down.

"Sorry, please forgive me."

On the other side, Felix politely said goodbye.

Amandine shrugged, looking free and easy.

"Well, if you have the opportunity to come to France in the future, you can come here to find me, and I will take you around Paris."

When Felix walked out of this famous university and thought slowly under a row of plane trees, he keenly felt that someone was staring at him.

He turned the corner and walked into a narrow alley.

A young man with brown curly hair and a middle-aged man with a full beard appeared hurriedly. They chased directly into the alley, turned two corners, and found that there was a wall at the end of the road. The

middle-aged man turned his head suddenly, holding his wand high, with a dignified aura, but the next second the wand in his hand fell out of his hand like a short stick.

A man with black hair and light blue eyes was looking at him calmly, playing with an ebony wand in his hand.

Maxwell Corbett opened his mouth and watched his own oak wand float obediently in front of the young man opposite.

The accident happened too quickly and silently, and he didn't even have time to react.

"Uncle, he disappeared. Did he Apparate?" The curly-haired young man stared at the empty wall in a daze. When his uncle didn't respond to him, he turned around belatedly.

"It's him, it's him, he's the one who exposed the existence of the magic world!" The young man spoke these unclear French sentences in one breath.

Felix looked at him with amusement: "I can recite the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy better than you. Which one did I violate?"

The curly-haired young man looked very unconvinced. "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. Don't try to deny it. Hey, uncle, why is your wand on the other side?"

The bearded Maxwell Corbett scolded with a dark face: "Shut up, Karami."

He looked at Felix: "I think there is a misunderstanding here. Are you an expert on Muggle issues who came to attend the meeting?"

"Misunderstanding?"

"Yes, I am Maxwell Corbett, an Auror from the French Ministry of Magic. I am responsible for the security of this meeting. My nephew is studying at Paris I, and he may have made a mistake."

"I'm sorry, I may have misunderstood." Karami said slowly, while reaching out to take out the wand pinned behind his back.

Felix raised his eyebrows, and his fingers trembled slightly, and the wand in the young Karami's hand also flew out.

The two faces, one big and one small, looked at each other and said with satisfaction to the person opposite them -

"Now we can have a good talk."

...

A restaurant on the street in the fifth district of Paris.

Felix took the menu handed over by the waiter, "A salad, a French fish soup, a plate of salt snails, the main course is beef stew with red wine, um... dessert will be served later, that's all."

He handed the menu to the uncle and nephew opposite, "What about you?"

Maxwell was still hesitant, but Karami, as a nephew, had already taken the menu: "Uncle, what do you want, how about this blue cheese?"

Maxwell pointed at Felix and said to the waiter: "The same as his."

Karami ordered a lot of strange dishes.

"It is recommended that you pair it with light wine." The waiter said.

Felix had no objection, but the other two didn't understand at all.

The waiter remembered the name and left quickly.

Maxwell Corbett said with a complicated expression: "I now believe that you are an expert in Muggle studies. What's your name?"

"Although it's a little late, let me introduce myself anyway. My name is Felix Hepp, and I have published two books on Muggle studies."

Maxwell was silent. After a while, he said: "Given your fame, I temporarily believe that you have no intention of exposing the wizarding world, but I will go back to check. As for your attack on the Auror-"

"What Auror? I was facing an unidentified wizard. After just learning about the attack on Muggle research experts, it is normal for me to be a little nervous, isn't it?"

Maxwell's expression was serious: "You know about the attack? How did you know?"

"Emerson Cain, Alice Alpha, Galsworthy Moore..." Felix reported a string of names, and Maxwell's face became more and more ugly.

These are the names of officials from the French Ministry of Magic.

"My information channels are very wide." Felix picked up his knife and fork and showed a gentle smile: "Perhaps, I can recommend one or two of them to you?"

During the whole meal, Maxwell seemed a little depressed, eating in silence, and he didn't even taste what was in his mouth.

Kurami quickly became familiar with Felix.

"You are studying in Paris I, how come?" Felix asked the topic he was interested in.

Kurami said: "My mother arranged it - oh, I am a half-blood - as an auditor, the kind without a certificate."

Felix understood.

After leaving the restaurant, Kurami was sent away, and Felix used Apparition to take Maxwell to the Place Furstenberg in Paris.

This is the location of the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic.

In the center of the square, four ancient trees guarded a bronze statue. When they stepped into the area of ​​the ancient trees, their figures magically disappeared, and the people around them turned a blind eye.

The two stood beside the statue, and the roots of the four ancient trees suddenly came alive, entangled with each other to form a birdcage-shaped elevator. Felix's feet shook slightly, and the elevator began to go down.

He glanced at Maxwell and returned his wand to him.

"Thank you." Maxwell said sincerely.

He didn't want anyone to know what happened today. He was prepared to keep these embarrassing experiences to himself for the rest of his life.