Felix truly wondered about this, especially from the point of view of a philosophy professor.
A murmur rang out in the large classroom, and they also tried to bring themselves into the situation he set up, thinking incoherently about a question they never seriously thought about before -
'If magic really exists, how are we going to face it?'
As the professor watched the reactions from others, he felt he needs to answer this question seriously.
He looked at Felix and inquired, "In your hypothesis, are there enough magicians?"
"Not many, but not negligible either."
"Do they fall under the conventional definition of evil, judging from the perspective of a group?"
"Any talk of group issues aside from proportionality would be fallacious, Professor. My view is equivalent to that of ordinary people."
The professor and Felix exchanged questions and answers, and when they encountered sensitive ones like 'how strong are magicians as a whole', they would pass by vaguely, pushing that they hadn't thought about it yet.
Other students were also attracted by the tug-of-war questioning process between the two, looking at the professor one moment and Felix the next.
In the crowd, a young student with curly brown hair looked at Felix with a cold sweat and a frightened expression.
The professor gave a pleased expression: "It seems that you have thought very deeply about this issue, which will help us to explore further."
Felix gave the explanation, "I intended to write a fantasy piece like The Chronicles of Narnia."
To complete his new book, he had deliberately collected a collection of fairy tales during the holidays, and was surprised to find that this series had been published back in the fifties.
"So? ..." The professor thought seriously for a moment, looked up, and said, "Philosophical aspects aside, my view as a scholar is to communicate."
"Communication?" Felix repeated, the answer did not satisfy him: "Professor, I want to write a 'real' novel, so that the content in it will have to withstand the scrutiny."
"My answer remains the same, no matter what the end result is, but between two strange groups, the first step to take is definitely to get to know each other better."
The open class ended, and the students walked out in a line.
The young student with curly brown hair hurried into the restroom and knocked over a man in doing so.
"Excuse me."
On the other side, Felix politely offered his farewell.
Amandine shrugged her shoulders with a breezy face.
"Well, if you have a chance to come to France in the future, you can call me up here, and I'll show you all over Paris."
As Felix walked out of the famous university, pondering slowly under a row of sycamore trees, he sensed keenly that someone had been staring at him.
He came around the corner and entered a narrow alleyway.
A young man with curly brown hair and a middle-aged man with a full beard appeared in a hurry. They chased him directly into the alley and turned two corners before realizing that the road had ended with a wall.
The middle-aged man jerked back, wand raised high and imposing, but the next second the wand in his hand seemed like a short stick falling loose from his hand.
A man with black hair and light blue eyes looked at him with a calm face, holding an ebony wand in his hand.
Maxwell Colbert opened his mouth and watched as the oak wood wand which belonged to him floated obediently in front of the young man across the alley.
It happened so quickly and silently that he didn't even have time to react.
"Uncle, he disappeared, did he Apparitie away?" The curly-haired young man gawked at the empty wall, and when he saw that his uncle did not respond to him, he turned around as an afterthought.
"It's him, it's him, he's the one who exposed the existence of the magic world!" The youth uttered in one breath with the slurred French.
Felix looked at him with amusement: "I certainly know the International Statue of Wizarding Secrecy better than you, which one did I violate?"
The curly-haired youth looked very unconvinced, "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, don't you dare deny it. Hey, uncle, why is your wand on the opposite side?"
A bearded Maxwell Colbert reprimanded with a black face, "Shut up, Calamy."
He looked at Felix: "I think there's a misunderstanding here, you're a research expert on muggle issues who came to the conference, right?"
"Misunderstanding?"
"That's right, I'm an Auror from the French Ministry of Magic, Maxwell Colbert. In charge of security for this conference, my nephew is studying for a major in Paris, and he may be mistaken."
"I'm sorry, I probably did misunderstand," Calamy said slowly, reaching out to withdraw the wand which is behind him at the same time.
Felix raised an eyebrow and with a flick of his finger, the wand in the youthful Calamy's hand also flew out.
One big and one small were looking at each other with different expressions on their faces, looking at the man across the alley as he said with satisfaction -
"Now we can talk properly."
...
A restaurant on the street in the fifth district of Paris.
Felix took the menu handed to him by the waiter, "A salade, a Bouillabaisse, a plate of Escargot, the main course should be Beef Bourguignon and, well ... dessert for later, that's all."
He handed the menu to the uncle and nephew across the table, "What about you?"
Maxwell is still hesitating, but nephew Calamy has taken the menu, "Uncle, what do you want, how about this Roquefort?"
Maxwell pointed at Felix and said to the waiter, "The same as his."
Calamy ordered a number of odd dishes instead.
"We recommend you pair it with a light wine." The waiter said.
Felix had no objection; the other two were completely clueless.
The waiter took the order and left quickly.
Maxwell Colbert said with a complicated look on his face, "I'm now convinced you're an expert in muggle research, what's your name?"
"A little late, but let's introduce ourselves, my name is Felix Hap, published two books on muggle studies."
Maxwell went silent, and half a minute later he spoke, "Given your fame, I believe for now that you have no intention of exposing the world of magic, but I will go back and check. As for your assault on Auro--"
"What Auror? I was facing unidentified wizards, and after just learning that there was an assault against muggle research experts, it's only natural for me to be a little on edge mentally, isn't it?"
Maxwell's expression became serious, "You knew about the assault? How did you know about it?"
"Emerson Caine, Iris Alpha, Galsworthy Moore ..." Felix reported a string of names, and Maxwell's face became more and more ugly.
These were all the names of officials from the French Ministry of Magic.
"I have a wide range of sources." Felix picked up his knife and fork and revealed a gentle smile, "Perhaps, I can recommend one or two of them to you?"
Throughout the meal, Maxwell looked somewhat depressed, eating in silence, not even tasting what is in his mouth.
Calamy, on the contrary, quickly became acquainted with Felix.
"What's up with your studying at this side?" Felix inquired about the topic that interested him.
Calamy said, "My mother's side made the arrangement - oh, I'm half-blood - as an external student, without a certificate."
Felix's mind clicked.
Out of the restaurant, Calamy left, and Felix used the Apparition to take Maxwell to the Fürstenberg Square in Paris.
This is where the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic is located.
In the middle of the square, four ancient trees were arching over a bronze statue, and when they stepped into the range of the trees, their figures magically disappeared without being seen by the people around them.
The two stood next to the statue, the roots of the four ancient trees suddenly came to life, entwined with each other forming a birdcage-like elevator, Felix's step shook slightly, and the elevator began to go down.
He glanced at Maxwell and returned his wand to him.
"Thanks," Maxwell said sincerely.
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