A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

The woman muttered a curse under her breath.

After a long pause, just when Felix thought the conversation was over, the man said dejectedly, "This is a complete disaster."

Footsteps approached, and Felix quickly left.

Inside the room, he was still pondering the intelligence he had stumbled upon.

It turns out that one of the attackers from last time has been caught. Judging from the conversation between the two sides, the attacker's identity is quite special, which makes them hesitant.

Is he a relative of some official?

Felix suddenly felt that the Galleons he had spent were not worth it—the information he had obtained was not as good as what he had overheard while standing at the door.

Chapter 162 Attack

As evening fell, strangely dressed wizards appeared in various corners of the hotel. Felix stood in the hotel garden, watching several wizards climb a small hill.

He caught a glimpse of Maxwell talking to a serious-looking woman out of the corner of his eye, and he seemed quite impatient.

"This is France, Celeste! Not America, and you can't use your position as the head of the **** Society to make me obey!"

The witch known as Celeste had a refined and serious face, and her attire was impeccable, without a single flaw.

She was like a capable government official who had just arrived from a Muggle government office building dozens of kilometers away to participate in a visit to the slums.

Especially since several wizards dressed in pleated skirts and wearing iris hats were standing next to her, pointing and gesturing at the automatic sprinkler with serious expressions, which further convinced her of her identity.

At that moment, flames seemed to shoot out from her gray pupils. She pursed her lips, restraining herself from saying anything hurtful, but her response remained firm: "The law is an inviolable bottom line, and we must do something."

“We’ll handle it,” Maxwell said curtly, emphasizing the word 'we' as if to remind the woman across from him that they had a completely different understanding of the word.

The two parted on bad terms.

Felix strode over, the French Auror still wearing an angry expression.

"She's so arrogant, she thinks I'm her subordinate!"

"Who is she?" Felix asked.

"A formidable woman, Noel Celeste, the top figure in the Magical Congress of the United States."

What is she trying to do?

“Have the Americans send Aurors over, ostensibly to assist in combating potential criminals,” Maxwell said sternly.

Felix clicked his tongue in amazement. This request was indeed excessive, practically a direct insult to the French Ministry of Magic: "You guys are trash, I don't trust you, I'm sending my own people."

“If she’s worried, why didn’t she just hold the meeting in the US from the start?” Felix asked, having asked a similar question before.

"Factional infighting? Unspeakable secrets? Anyway, from what I understand, quite a few people oppose her..."

Felix asked perceptively, "Who are the opponents?"

"Uh... I don't remember." Maxwell looked embarrassed and muttered under his breath, "The department prepared some materials for me, including various clippings and stuff, which are in my room, but I haven't looked at them closely... Do you want to take a look?"

"Thank you, Maxwell, if it's convenient for you."

“Haha, we’ve become friends through a misunderstanding, and your taste in food goes really well with mine. I love beef stew in red wine,” Maxwell joked.

The previous slight misunderstanding disappeared just like that.

On the second day, the day before the conference officially began, even more wizards arrived; roughly speaking, the number had exceeded one hundred.

One of the consequences was that the hotel staff looked at them even more strangely.

"Tell me, what kind of strange organization are you, like a 'cross-dressing fetish' or something?" The hotel receptionist chatted with Felix. Among these people, only a few were dressed normally, and Felix was the youngest and most handsome among them.

“You can totally understand it that way,” he said, “so you don’t actually figure it out and get knocked out by a Forgetfulness Charm.”

Soon, he spotted Professor Bubbaji. He went up to her and took the small box from her hands. "You're a little later than I expected."

Bubba sighed. "I revised my presentation paper for the conference, and I've been struggling with it for the past few days."

Felix led Professor Bubbaje to her room, and the two chatted along the way.

"You're advocating for wizards to marry werewolves?" Felix asked in surprise.

“It’s not just werewolves,” Bubbaji corrected. “I see the advantages of hybrids. I suggest that purebloods intermarry with hybrids, Muggles, and even some humanoids.”

Felix's expression was somewhat stiff. He leaned against the door and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Do you have any theoretical basis?"

Professor Bubbaji said, "This inspiration came from Muggle books, although the Muggle named Mendel used peas as the material for his experiments. But... I also looked up a lot of wizarding information, and it's true that half-blood wizards have achieved more in the last hundred years."

Felix was having a bit of a headache; he didn't know how to advise his colleague.

Her theory, once put forward, was tantamount to detonating a nuclear bomb.

Moreover, whether the theory is correct is still debatable, but it will definitely be met with fierce resistance from pure-blood families all over the world.

“Professor Bubbaji,” Felix said tactfully, “given the current climate in the wizarding world, most wizards are not psychologically prepared to accept this theory. Perhaps we can change the subject a little and approach it from a safer angle.”

Professor Bubbaji looked at him and said softly, "What is your suggestion?"

"Using the current self-imposed isolation of the magical world as a point of attack, we should call on the magic ministries of various countries to focus their attention on the outside world, Muggle technology, novel theories, and even limited cooperation with Muggle governments; or from the perspective of ordinary wizards, we should encourage young graduates to engage in social practice in the Muggle world, at least to gain some work experience..."

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

Felix also cited the example of Karami, "After graduating, he went to study at a Muggle institution of higher learning, and perhaps a few years later, he will be the authority on Muggle issues in the French magical world."

Bubbaji pondered.

Felix advised, "This aligns with the theme of this meeting, and once the snowball is formed, even the most stubborn pure-blood families will be swept up by the tides of time."

“But…” Bubbaje was not very satisfied with this statement. Although she was a professor of Muggle studies, she did not think that the two could cooperate, or rather, that there was a need for cooperation.

She simply saw the irrationality of the pure-blood ideology in the wizarding world and then proposed her own solution.

……

The meeting officially began the next day, July 20.

Noel Celeste, as the representative of the International Federation of Wizards and the initiator of the conference, presided over the entire meeting, but she seemed distracted.

She kept looking in one direction, at a tall, weathered man who would go out every few minutes and make a gesture to her when he returned.

As representatives from various countries took the stage to speak, Felix grew somewhat drowsy.

It's hard to imagine that these outdated ideas came from one of the most prominent groups of Muggle experts today.

The only amusement was when a wizard raised the "Muggle threat theory," a German wizard angrily denounced him as a "remnant of Grindelwald" and threw shoes at him.

Perhaps Bubbaje's views will be drowned out by this endless stream of irrelevant posts... Felix thought.

"Professor Bubbaji, what is your speaking order?"

"There are two more wizards ahead of me."

Soon, Professor Bubbaje stood on the stage. She cleared her throat and wore a tragic expression. Felix knew then that she hadn't listened to his advice.

But just then, the weathered-looking man rushed in, shouting, "Attack!!!"

"Boom!"

A huge explosion occurred behind him.

Chapter 163 Battle

The solid wood doors of the auditorium were blown into countless fragments, and amidst the billowing smoke and dust, beams of red light, like lasers, swept across the entire room.

Felix casually flicked away a spell that was a Stunning Curse.

"Such weak magic," he thought in surprise.

But the next second, a red beam of light shot straight at him, crashing into the invisible barrier with a low rumble.

Felix smirked. "That's more like it."

He instinctively pulled Professor Bubbaji up, and she frantically brushed aside the ginger-yellow hair blocking her view. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Felix did not respond to her; the combined effects of the Extrasensory Charm and Memory Acceleration slowed everything around him down.

Bubaji's question seemed to be drawn out, and the rapidly moving arc of the spell also seemed to slow down slightly.

When the dozen or so spells came, he had already prepared his Iron Armor Spell to block them.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, Felix used Apparition to bring Professor Bubbaji to the seventh floor of the hotel. "Professor Bubbaji, I checked beforehand. No one lives on the sixth and seventh floors. They won't be the attackers' target. Find a room and hide."

He had confirmed this; previously, Celeste and the weathered-faced wizard had simply found a secluded place to discuss private matters.

"Okay, okay." Bubaji swallowed nervously. What she had just witnessed was too exciting. She had never seen so many spells appear before her eyes at the same time in her entire life.

Felix's previous advice flashed through her mind.

Felix's body twisted and vanished, leaving behind a wisp of black smoke. The next instant, he emerged from the air of the auditorium and appeared before the railing on the second floor.

After dodging a stray red arrow by tilting his head, he stood on high ground, looking down.

The room was in ruins, the door was blown open, tables and chairs were scattered, and there were burn marks everywhere. The incident happened suddenly, and most of the Muggle research experts were lying on the ground, but judging from their condition, they were at most unconscious.

'Ha, do you think these attackers will show any mercy?'

His gaze swept quickly across the room, his brain working at high speed to take control of every detail.

This is the starting requirement for instant kill tactics: reading the battlefield to obtain useful information.

The two sides in the battle are divided into three camps: Celeste and the weathered-faced man hiding behind the podium belong to the Magical Congress of the United States.

Maxwell and two unfamiliar young Aurors were hiding beside the stone pillar; they were probably guards assigned by the French Ministry of Magic.

The remaining dozen or so Muggle experts from different countries were scattered around, barely managing to protect themselves.

On the other side were the attackers, all dressed in black robes adorned with white stars and wearing masks. There were twenty-seven of them, and more were still pouring in.

"Noel Celeste! Come out!"

One of the attackers shouted, and as he spoke, the windows of the fourth-floor auditorium shattered, and seven or eight black-robed wizards riding brooms rushed in. They hovered above the ceiling and swooped down, casting spells.

Felix swung his staff and knocked down two wizards who were casting spells on him, scaring the others away.

Celeste, hiding behind the podium, roared like a lion, "It was abolished in 1965!"

"Do you know what you've done? You've defied the Magic Congress!"