Cecil's eyes struggled, she was desperately resisting Felix's prying into her memory. Cecil drew his wand and hesitated whether to attack.

Felix's previous performance was too exaggerated, and he was not sure at all.

But Felix had already got what he wanted. He whispered: "Ilvermorny... Ilvermorny's students, that's it. But why, what kind of law caused such dissatisfaction?"

Cecil's face turned pale and he closed his mouth tightly.

But Felix showed a clear expression, "Yes, the Rappaport Act... But I remember that this law has been repealed. Is that what you just said?"

During the battle, Celeste once shouted angrily at the attacker: "It was repealed in 1965!" What she got was a round of scolding and abuse. She was called a "liar", which should be the crux of the problem.

The wizard named Cecil rubbed his chin dejectedly: "Only a small part has been abolished."

Felix looked over, and Cecil turned his head away and explained in a low voice: "The remaining items have been merged into other laws, especially those about the relationship between No-Maj and No-Maj. The restrictions are still strict-wizards of No-Maj origin and first-generation half-bloods must report their relationship list and accept regular visits from professionals of the Magic Congress. We also have a special memory erasure team, ready to erase "redundant and dangerous" memories at any time."

Celeste whispered: "To prevent exposure to the magic world."

"Are there many such students?" Felix looked at Cecil.

"It depends on how you understand it. The majority are definitely all kinds of half-bloods. But which side do you think they will lean towards?"

"So, you are fighting a war that is doomed to fail?"

The wizard closed his eyes in pain.

Felix didn't say anything else. This had nothing to do with him. He just felt a little irritated suddenly.

When his sight swept over the ruins, his face changed, and the wand in his hand danced quickly, and large pieces of bricks, dust and broken tables and chairs floated into the air. Others looked at him in confusion.

At the edge of the ruins, a black-robed wizard appeared, and blood on his chest was all over the ground.

"Who is this?" Celeste screamed in horror, and she whispered: It must not be a student, it must not be a student...

The young Auror who had been taking care of Maxwell had a dull expression. This... This seemed to be the magic he used?

Felix strode forward and squatted on the ground. He lifted the black mask. It was a pale witch, who was also young.

The others gathered around anxiously. Her face was bloodless, her chest lost its rise and fall, and the blood mixed with the dust on the ground made her look like a corpse that had just been dug out.

"I, I killed someone? A student?" The young Auror murmured.

"It's over, everything is over!" Celeste collapsed on the ground.

Several Muggle research experts had solemn expressions, and one of them took off the iris hat on his head.

Felix didn't say anything. He looked at the young witch carefully. He gently placed his finger on the wound. A wisp of black mist spread along his finger, and soon the tip of his index finger turned black.

"Is this a curse-like black magic?" Felix asked the young Auror.

"Yes, yes."

Felix nodded, and he took out various bottles and jars from his ring.

"Can she be saved?" The young Auror asked hopefully. He looked at Felix with an expression like a god: "Can you bring her back to life?"

Everyone present looked at Felix expectantly, hoping to hear a positive answer from him. At this moment, they hoped for a miracle to happen.

"No, I can't." Felix said cruelly, and the next second he changed the subject, "But she is not dead."

He picked out a small black bottle and dripped the potion in the bottle on the witch's chest. The wound sizzled and wisps of black mist spread out.

Then, Felix took out a small white bottle and dripped it on it, and the wound healed quickly.

"She...she's alive?" Celeste asked stutteringly.

Felix waited quietly. After about half a minute, the witch's chest rose and fell, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You did it! You did it! From now on, you are the person I admire most!" The young Auror was so excited that he was incoherent.

Felix smiled and said with emotion, "You have to thank a friend of mine who is a master of potions. He helped a lot. Of course, you also have to thank me for accompanying him on his adventure..."

The main ingredient of the potion in the black bottle was the blackroot grass that Felix and Damocles Belby found when they were exploring the Forbidden Forest.

At that time, Belby told him that the potion made from blackroot grass was very effective in healing black magic injuries. After returning, he took out some of the ingredients and gave them to Belby, and Belby gave him a small bottle of potion in return half a month later.

...

"Sir, you, your finger?" said the young Auror.

"Oh, and this, I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me." Felix stared at his dark index finger, twisted it gently, and a wisp of black mist was directly extinguished.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Figures appeared one after another, and the support of the French Ministry of Magic arrived.

"Mr. Moore." Felix greeted one of them.

"Mr. Hep? It's nice to meet you. Wait a minute, I'll take care of my official business first, and we'll catch up later." The middle-aged man with golden curly hair said.

He turned his head and ordered his men: "Notify the treatment team and the memory team to check the Muggles nearby. And where is Corbett? Let him come to see me!"

Maxwell, who had just woken up and was pulled over to explain, angrily sprayed Celeste. He spoke the soothing French with ups and downs, and mixed with various national curses.

Celeste stood aside with a dark face.

A full ten minutes later, Galsworthy Moore, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, strode over. He shook Felix's hands warmly and said, "Thank you very much for everything you have done, Felix! Our boy is indeed too impulsive sometimes, but we can't blame him entirely." He glanced at the embarrassed Celeste and Cecil, "If some people hadn't gone too far, we would have been kept in the dark from beginning to end."

"I will report this matter in detail to the International Confederation of Wizards. I believe Dumbledore will never tolerate such a thing."

"We are also fighting criminals, Mr. Moore." Celeste took a deep breath and explained.

Moore stared at him with ginger eyes and questioned loudly: "You call students who are still in school criminals?"

Celeste pursed his lips and said stiffly: "Age and whether they violate the law are two different things. You should be aware of this, Director Moore!"

"Then did they do anything extreme? Don't try to deceive me. I know more than you think! Secret meetings, recruiting members, delivering leaflets, private newspapers, and writing anonymous letters... These letters may have all been thrown into the trash can by you without even looking at them. That's why this happened today, right?"

Felix was not interested in their quarrel. He asked to leave. Moore happily agreed and made an appointment to meet later. The next second, his figure appeared on the seventh floor of the hotel.

"Professor Bubbaji?" He stood in the corridor and said loudly.

After a while, a door was pushed open. Bubbaji looked out and smiled when he found Felix. "Thank God, you are back."

"The attack is over." Felix said gently.