Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

In the evening, weirdly dressed wizards appeared in every corner of the hotel. Felix stood in the hotel garden, watching several wizards climbing a hill.

In his corner, he caught a glimpse of Mark Swell talking with a serious-faced woman, and he looked very impatient.

"This is France, West Lestrange! It is not the United States, and you can't make me obey your orders in the name of your boss!"

The one called West Lestrange Witch's face is refined and serious, and the outfits all over her body are meticulous and can't fault it.

She is like a capable government official who has just arrived from the muggle government office building tens of kilometers away to participate in a sympathy to the slums.

Especially, there are a few wizards wearing pleated skirts and iris hats standing next to her. They are pointing fingers at the automatic sprinkler with serious faces, which adds to her identity. Persuasive.

At this moment, her gray pupils seemed to burst into flames. She pursed her lips, restrained herself from saying anything hurtful, but her response was still tough: "The law is a bottom line that cannot be trampled on. , We have to do something."

"We will take care of it." Mark Swell said bluntly. He emphasized the word'we' as if to remind the woman opposite, Their understanding of the word is completely different.

The two soon separated.

Felix paced past, the French Auror's face was still angry.

"She is so arrogant that she thought I was her subordinate!"

"She is?" Felix asked.

"A difficult woman, Noel West Lestrange, the number one person in the US Magic Congress in the **** meeting."

"What does she want to do?"

"Let the United States send Auror over here, the reason is to help fight possible criminals." Mark Swell said sternly.

Felix clicking one's tongue in wonder, this kind of request is really excessive, he almost bluntly pointed at the nose of the French Ministry of Magic and cursed, "You are too rubbish, I can't believe you, I have to send someone myself Come."

"If she is not at ease, why not just put the meeting in the United States at first?" Felix asked. He had asked similar questions before.

"Factional fighting? It's hard to tell? Anyway, as far as I know, many people oppose her..."

Felix sensitively asked: "Who is against it?"

"Uh...I didn't remember." Mark Swell showed an awkward expression, and he muttered in a low voice, "The ministry has prepared some materials for me, including various newspaper clippings, and put them in my room. , But I didn’t take a closer look...Do you want to see it?"

"If it's convenient, thank you, Mark Swell."

"Ha, we also count out of blows friendship grows, and your taste for food goes well with me. I like the stew with red wine." Mark Swell joked.

The little grudges before disappeared like this.

On the second day, the day before the meeting officially started, there were more wizards coming. Roughly speaking, there were already more than one hundred people.

One of the consequences is that the staff in the hotel look at them even more strangely.

"Tell me, are you any weird organization, such as'fancy dress transvestism'?" The front desk of the hotel chatted with Felix. Among these people, only a few of them were dressed normally. Felix is ​​the youngest and most handsome among them.

"You can understand it this way." He said, so that you don't really want to understand, and you get knocked down by an Obliviate.

Soon, he saw the silhouette of Professor Bubbaji, he greeted him and took the small box in her hand, "You came later than I expected."

Bubaji sighed, "I changed the report paper at the conference. I have been struggling these days."

Felix brought Professor Bubaji to her room, and the two chatted all the way— —

"Do you suggest that the wizard and werewolf intermarry?" Felix asked in surprise.

"It's not just werewolf," Bubaji corrected: "I see the advantages of half-blood. I suggest that pure blood be intermarried with half-blood, muggle, and even some humanoid creatures."

Felix's expression was a little stiff, he leaned on the door of the room, and it took him a long time to open the mouth and said: "Do you have any theoretical basis?"

Professor Bubaji said: "This is the inspiration I got from the muggle book. Although the material used for the experiment of the muggle called Mendel is peas. But... I also checked a lot of wizard information. In the past 100 years, it is true that the half-blood wizard has made more achievements. High."

Felix has a headache. He doesn't know how to persuade his colleague.

Once her theory was thrown out, it was nothing more than detonating a nuclear bomb.

Even more how, whether the theory is correct is still between the two, but it will definitely meet the crazy resistance of the whole world pure-blood family.

"Professor Bubaji," Felix said euphemistically: "In the current magic circle atmosphere, most wizards are not yet psychologically prepared to accept this theory. Maybe we can modify the topic a bit, From a safer point of view."

Professor Bubaji looked at him and said softly: "What's your suggestion?"

"With the self-locking of the current magic circle As a point of attack, the Ministry of Magic of all countries is called on to focus on the outside world, muggle technology, novel theories, and even limited cooperation with muggle governments; or from the perspective of ordinary wizards, call on young graduates to With muggle world’s social practice, you can at least accumulate a piece of work experience..."

"Most wizards have long been out of touch with society."

Felix also cited Karami’s example , "After he graduated, he entered the muggle's higher education institution. Maybe a few years later, he will be the authority on muggle problems in the French magic circle."

Bubaggi thought.

Felix persuaded: "This is in line with the theme of this conference, and once the snowball is formed, even the most stubborn pure-blood family will be trapped by the tide of the times."

"But..." Bubbaji is not very satisfied with this statement. Although she is a muggle research professor, she does not think that the two can cooperate, or that there is a need for cooperation.

She just saw the irrationality of the pure-blood thinking of Wizarding World, and then proposed her own solution.

……

Second day, July 20th, the meeting officially began.

Noel West Lestrange, as the representative of the International Wizards Federation-and the initiator of the meeting-presided over the entire meeting, but she appeared absent-minded.

She kept looking towards one direction. It was a tall man with a vicissitudes of life. He would go out every few minutes, and when he came back, he made a gesture at her.

The representatives of each country took the stage to speak, and Felix was a little drowsy.

It is hard to imagine that these old ideas come from the mouths of the most famous group of muggle problem researchers.

The only fun is when a wizard puts forward the "muggle threat argument", and a German wizard denounces him as "the remnant of Grindelwald" and throws his shoes at him.

Perhaps Bubbaji's point of view will be submerged in this kind of desperate speech... Felix thought.

"Professor Bubaji, what is your order of speaking?"

"There are two wizards ahead of me."

Soon, Bubaji When the professor stood on the stage, she cleared her throat, with a tragic expression on her face, and Felix knew she hadn't listened to her advice.

At this time, the man with a vicissitudes of life rushed in, and he shouted: "There is an attack!!!"

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded behind him.