Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix kept thinking about the origins of these attackers.

He suddenly thought of the dark wizard Aladdin’s intelligence: "It is said that the attacker was very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

" What badge?"

"Ivamoni Magic School."

……

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

At this moment, the four formations of the attacker were disturbed by him, only five or six people were left to get up, and the squad at the front was only a lucky little man left. wizard.

But the little man doesn't recognize this kind of luck at all. He wants to faint even more, because the devil-like silhouette is less than two meters away from him and is looking at him calmly.

Felix walked towards the short wizard in front of him step by step. He walked very slowly and steadily. This was to alleviate the dizziness caused by the Disapparation twenty times in a row, but in the eyes of others, his The footsteps are like strolling in the courtyard, and the eyes seem gentle, but they are like a giant dragon that has untied, with hideous spikes appearing all over the body.

The air seems to freeze, the remaining attackers struggling to get up, the young Auror with a sad and angry face, West Lestrange, who is struggling to keep calm, and the man with a vicissitudes of life, all seem to have been pressed timeout key.

The little man’s eyes were full of fear. He instinctively turned and ran away, but was tripped over by his companion's unconscious body, his forehead hit the gravel, and a little bit of blood leaked out.

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

"Let me see who the hell are you."

He put out a hand and moved towards the mask.

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

"Don't..."

"Don't!"

Two voices are stacked together, and the other is actually from At the mouth of Noel West Lestrange, her gray eyes reflect the panic that shouldn't be there.

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

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

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 under the mask is the face of a blood-stained, overly young boy-fifteen or six years old at best, and it looks a bit smaller than Percy Weasley.

The little man looked at him blankly, and the other person's expression suddenly became profound and mystery, making it hard to guess.

He plucked up his courage, grabbed the mask, and stumbled back.

Felix stayed where there was no pursuit.

"deng deng deng!"

A dozen black robe wizards rushed into the auditorium, and one of them shouted excitedly: "People are rescued, they can be withdrawn! Did the old witch from West Lestrange catch it?"

But the situation on the court was different from what he thought. The newcomers were stunned, and their eyes fell on Felix who had just put down the wand—— With him as the center, there are a dozen companions lying around.

There are fewer than one third who are awake, and some of them have just been awakened by magic, with a blank expression on their faces.

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

"What?"

"Run!"

But the lead wizard didn’t want to leave these people behind. He raised wand, and the others chose follow.

A dozen red beams attacked Felix. These people were obviously elites. The hot incantation was like a laser, but they were all blocked in front of Felix. A ring-shaped barrier was faintly discernible.

The refined silver white and golden intertwined lines are constantly outlined in the air. As the incantation hit on it gets stronger and stronger, its appearance becomes clearer and clearer——

It is a magnified half-length armor, which is full of shadows, beating with magic light.

The armor made of Shield Charm covered him in it, making him completely ignorant of these attacks.

The black robe wizards attacked in vain, but their mood inevitably fell into despair.

"Leave here, before I change my decision." Felix said.

After a short silence, the attackers--

"He, he is trapped by his magic, and soon take the unconscious people away!"

The wizard headed indiscriminately made up a reason to say that no matter what the reason is, this powerful enemy seems to have no intention of attacking.

Others woke up. They used the Levitation charm and transfiguration to drag their fainted companions away and quickly evacuated from this dangerous place.

In this short and long 1 point clock, no one spoke. The West Lestrange, the vicissitudes face wizard, the French Ministry of Magic Auror, and even the muggle research experts have rarely remained silent. They defaulted to Felix's approach.

Felix released the magic and looked at the last few people. They ran and looked at Felix, their eyes full of exploration.

"Don't look, go!" said a black robe wizard.

The attackers left quickly, leaving only the devastated hotel.

……

Three or five muggle experts on the field looked at all around blankly, as if they had a strange dream.

From a quiet meeting, to an accidental attack, to a powerful youngster who jumped out and ended the battle in less than 30 seconds, isn’t this just a dream?

Felix came to Mark Swell and carefully checked his condition-he was unconscious, his face was covered with densely packed packets.

"This...sir? Is he okay?" Young Auror asked cautiously.

"No problem, I was hit by too many Stunning Spells, and there was a curse." Felix said silently, the curse seemed to be mocking everyone present.

West Lestrange walked out with messy hair and dusty face, followed by a vicissitudes-faced wizard.

"You..." She rarely hesitated.

"What is the identity of the attacker?" Felix asked bluntly, he had already guessed.

"I don't know, it may be the remnants of the Surgeon, or the admirer of Grindelwald." West Lestrange said.

"I think you are fooling me, Ms. West Lestrange." Felix took a step forward, and the silver rays of light in his eyes completely covered the original shallow blue pupils: "Look at my eyes."

Her expression suddenly became sluggish, and pictures flashed quickly--

"The secret report shows that minors have already joined the Innovation Society, and our magic society has been Further division, because of the damn law!"

"Cecile, we can't make concessions. One step back is ten steps, one hundred steps."

"But he was born as a chicken Wizard is also one of us, and the laws we made are hurting them! Since 1965, more and more people feel deceived. West Lestrange, this kind of patience has reached the limit, so it gave birth to the innovation society. This is an organization that humiliates everyone. Our gentlemen of Congress are sitting on a gunpowder barrel, and they are still smug Earth Grade with red wine."

"...The parliament family will not support it."

"So you cover the lid, West Lestrange? We are the Legislative Council and should be responsible for the laws of the American magic circle!"

"Then what do you want me to say, dear congressmen, Because of our stupid laws, the students and graduates of Ifamoni conspired to organize a reform meeting to rebel against the magic Congress of the United States?"

"I want to remind you, West Lestrange, this is already a fact. Now."

"I can't act like a fool in front of the congressman... at least, I have to get a list."

"What are you going to do?"

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"...Be patient, Cecil. Wait until the summer vacation and set up a trap that looks harmless and has sweet bait. As long as you catch one or two people, you can bring out a bunch of names."

"West Lestrange, you are an excellent bait yourself. They pointed the finger at you."

"Thank you, Cecil."

"I'm not boasting You!"

"Cecile, when the time comes, remember to let the "New York Ghost" release the news..."