A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix kept thinking about the origin of the attackers.

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

"What badge?"

"Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

...

Is that badge really a warning? Or was it accidentally lost?

At this moment, the four formations of the attackers were messed up by him, and only five or six people were left to get up, and there was only one lucky little wizard left in the front team.

But the little man didn't recognize this kind of luck at all, and he preferred to pass out, because the figure that looked like a devil was less than two meters away from him and was looking at him calmly.

Felix walked towards the short wizard in front of him step by step. He walked slowly and steadily. This was to ease the dizziness caused by the two dozen consecutive Apparitions, but to others, his footsteps seemed like Walking in the courtyard, his eyes seemed gentle, but it was like a dragon unshackled, with ferocious spikes all over his body.

The air seemed to freeze, and the remaining attackers who were struggling to get up, the young Auror with a sad and angry face, Celeste who tried to keep calm, and the man with a vicissitudes face, all seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

The little man's eyes were full of fear, and he instinctively turned to run away, but was tripped over by the unconscious body of his companion, his forehead touched the gravel, and blood seeped out little by little.

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

"Let me see who you are."

He reached out a hand and grabbed it towards the mask.

In the eyes of the little wizard, the open hand seemed to contain magical magic, which made him unable to move at all. He desperately told himself to run, but in the end, it was like a cold stone statue, and his mood fell to the bottom. His lips pursed—

"don't want……"

"don't want!"

The two voices overlapped, and the other came from Noel Celeste, her gray eyes reflecting the panic that should not have appeared.

But Felix didn't stop, he lifted the mask decisively.

For a moment, Felix was stunned, and the hand holding the mask stopped in midair.

He thought that there would be a witch under the mask, not only because of the opponent's short stature, but also because of the sharp voice, these characteristics reminded him of female identity.

But beneath the mask was the face of a blood-stained, overly young boy—fifteen or sixteen at best, and perhaps even younger than Percy Weasley.

The little man looked at him blankly, and the other party's expression suddenly became inscrutable, making it difficult to fathom.

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

Felix stayed where he was and did not pursue.

"Dengdengdeng!"

More than a dozen black-robed wizards rushed into the auditorium, and one of them shouted excitedly: "People have been rescued, you can withdraw! Has that old witch of Celeste caught it?"

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 several of them had just been awakened by magic, with blank expressions on their faces.

"Run," said the short wizard in a hoarse voice.

"what?"

"Run!"

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

More than a dozen red beams attacked Felix. These newcomers were obviously elites. The scorching incantations were like lasers, but they were all blocked in front of Felix, and a ring-shaped barrier was looming.

Delicate silver-white and golden lines are constantly drawn in the air, and as the spell on it becomes stronger and stronger, its appearance becomes clearer and clearer—

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

The armor made of iron armor covered his entire body, making him completely ignoring these attacks.

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

"Get out of here before I change my mind," Felix said.

After a brief silence, the attackers—

"He, he is trapped by his own magic, take the unconscious person away!"

The wizard at the head casually made up reasons to say that no matter what the reason was, this powerful enemy seemed to have no intention of attacking.

Others woke up, and they used levitation spells and polymorphism to drag their fainted companions away and quickly evacuated this dangerous place.

In this short and long minute, no one spoke. Celeste, the vicissitudes-faced wizard, the French Ministry of Magic Aurors, and even the Muggle research experts were rarely silent, and they acquiesced to Felix s practice.

Felix's eyes fell on the last few people. They looked back at Felix as they ran, and their eyes were full of exploration.

"Don't look, let's go!" said a black-robed wizard.

The attackers left, 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 a calm meeting, to an unexpected attack, to a powerful young man jumping out and ending the battle in less than 30 seconds, isn't this a dream?

Felix came to Maxwell and checked his condition carefully - he was in a coma and his face was covered with dense packets.

"This... sir? Is he okay?" the young Auror asked cautiously.

"It's not a big problem, I was hit by too many stun spells, and a curse was mixed in." Felix said speechlessly, the curse seemed to be mocking everyone present.

Celeste walked out with messy hair and dusty body, with the vicissitudes-faced wizard by his side.

"You..." She hesitated.

"What is the identity of the attacker?" Felix asked simply, he actually already had a guess.

"I don't know, it may be the remnants of the purgers, or the admirers of Grindelwald." Celeste said.

"I think you are fooling me, Ms. Celeste." Felix stepped forward, the silver light in his eyes completely covered the original light blue pupils: "Look at my eyes."

Her expression suddenly froze, and pictures flashed quickly——

"The secret report shows that minors have joined the Reform Society, and our magical society is further divided because of that damn law!"

"Cecil, we can't give in. One step back is ten steps, one hundred steps."

"But No-Maji-born wizards are part of us, and the laws we make are hurting them! Since 1965, more and more people feel cheated, Celeste, this patience has reached its limit, That's how the Reformation came into being, an organization that humiliates everyone. Our congressional gentlemen are sitting on a giant magic firework and sipping red wine smugly."

"...The House of Councillors will not support it."

"So you keep your lids, Celeste? We are the Legislative Council and should be responsible for the laws of the American wizarding world!"

"Then what do you want me to say, dear congressmen and gentlemen, because of our utterly stupid laws, the students and graduates of Ilvermorny conspired to form the Reform Council, ready to rebel against the Magical Congress of the United States?"

"I want to remind you, Celeste, that this is already true."

"I can't act like a fool in front of MPs...at the very least, get a list."

"What are you going to do?"

"...Patience, Cecil. Wait until the summer vacation and set up a harmless-looking trap with sweet bait. As long as you catch one or two people, you can draw a string of names."

"Celester, you're an excellent bait yourself, and they're targeting you."

"Thank you, Cecil."

"I'm not complimenting you!"

"Cecil, remember to ask the New York Ghost to release the news..."