Chapter 165

Celeste’s gaze kept struggling as she desperately resisted Felix’s prying into her memory, and Cecil, who was standing by, drew his wand and hesitated to attack.

The truth is that Felix’s previous performance was so exaggerated that he had no slightest assurance.

But Felix had got what he wanted, he said softly: “Ilvermorny … Ilvermorny’s student, that’s all. But why, and what kind of law invokes such a resentment?”

Celeste’s face paled, and she shut her mouth tightly.

But Felix showed a look of recognition, “Yes, Rappaport’s Law … but as I recall, this law has been annulled, you just said that right?”

During the fight, Celeste had angrily yelled at her assailants, “It was revoked back in 1965!” She was rebuked for being a “liar,” and that was the crux of the matter.

The male wizard named Cecil rubbed his chin in dismay: “Only a small part of it was abolished.”

Felix’s gaze went over, and Cecil looked away and explained in a low voice: “The remaining articles were merged into other laws, especially No-Maj and wizard interactions, and the restrictions are still strict – pureblood wizards, as well as No-Maj born wizards and Next-generation hybrids born to them, must file lists of interactions and undergo regular inspection by the magic congress professionals at their homes, and we have special memory erasure teams ready to eliminate ‘superfluous and dangerous’ memories.”

Celeste whispered, “To prevent the exposure of the wizarding world.”

“There are many of these types of students?” Felix looked at Cecil.

“Depending on how you interpret it, the most are definitely hybrids, for sure. But which side, do you think, they will lean over?”

“So, you are fighting a doomed war?”

The male wizard closed his eyes in distress.

Felix didn’t say anything else, it originally had nothing to do with him, he simply felt a little irritated before.

As his eyes swept over a ruin, his expression changed, the wand in his hand rapidly fluttered, large swathes of rubble, dust, and broken tables and chairs floated into midair, and the others looked at him uncertainly.

At the edge of the ruins, the figure of a black-robed wizard emerged, blood stained the ground from his chest.

“Who is this?” Celeste let out a startled cry as she whispered silently: never a student, never a student …

The young Auror who had been looking after Maxwell had a dumbfounded expression, this … seemed to be the one who he used magic against?

Felix took a big step forward and crouched on the ground, he lifted the black mask, which is turned out to be a pale-looking witch, likewise not very old.

The others gathered around in an agitated mood, her face bloodless, her chest heaving as she lost the blood mixed with the dust on the ground, making her look like a corpse that had just been dug up.

“I… Did I kill someone? Still a student?” The young Auror muttered.

“It’s over, it’s all over!” Celeste slumped to the ground.

Several Muggle research experts had solemn expressions, and one of them took off the iris cap on his head.

Felix did not speak, he carefully examined the young witch, his finger gently pressed against the wound, a trace of black mist diffused along with his finger, and soon made the tip of his index finger turn black.

“Is this a curse-type dark magic?” Felix asked the young Auror.

“Yes, yes.”

Felix nodded as he took out various vials and bottles from his ring.

” Is there anything you can do to save her?” The young Auror asked hopefully, and he looked at Felix with an expression as if he resembled a god: “Can you bring back the dead?”

Everyone in the room looked at Felix with full expectation, hoping to hear an affirmative answer from him; at this moment, they hoped for a miracle.

“No, I can’t.” Felix said cruelly, and the next second he changed his words, “But she is not dead.”

He picked out a black vial and dripped the potion from the bottle over the witch’s chest, the wound tingled and spilled out wisps of black mist.

Then Felix took out another white vial and dripped it on the wound, which healed quickly.

“She … she survived?” Celeste stammered and asked.

Felix waited quietly, and after almost half a minute, the witch’s chest rose and fell, then he let out a huge sigh of relief.

“You did it! You did it! From now on, you are the person I admire the most!” The young Auror got agitated – so much so that he sounded incoherent.

Felix smiled and said with a lot of emotion, “You have to thank a friend of mine who is a potion master, he is a great help. Of course, thanks to my company to his adventure …”

The potion in the black vial, the main material, is exactly what Felix and Damocles Belby found when they were exploring the forbidden forest, that black root herb Moly.

At that time, Belby told him that the potion made of the black root of Moly is miraculously effective in treating dark magic injuries. After returning, he took off a portion of the material and gave it to Belby, who in turn gave him back a vial of the potion half a month later.

…

“Sir, your, your finger?” Young Auror asked.

“Right, There is this, I almost forgot it if you didn’t mention it.” Felix stared at his pitch-black index finger, twirled it gently, and a wisp of black mist is snuffed right out.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

In a single stream, a team appeared, the backup from the French Ministry of Magic arrived.

“Mr. Muir.” Felix greeted one of them.

“Mr. Hap? It’s good to see you. Just a moment, I’ll deal with this business first, and we’ll catch up later.” The middle-aged man with curly blond hair said.

He turned his head and ordered his men, “Inform the healing team and the memory team to check for muggles in the vicinity. Also, where’s Cowper? Tell him to meet me!”

Maxwell, who had just awakened, got pulled over to explain, so he angrily accused Celeste, the soothing tone of French being spoken in a jarring tone, mixed with various national curses.

Celeste stood aside with a black face.

After a solid ten minutes, the director of the Magical Law Enforcement Division, Galsworthy Muir, came striding over and shook Felix’s hands warmly: “Thank you very much for everything, Felix! Our lad does get a little too impulsive sometimes, but we can’t blame all on him,” he eyed an awkward Celeste and Cecil across the room, “if some people hadn’t pulled off the act, we would have been kept in the dark from start to finish.”

“I’ll bring this matter to the attention of the International Confederation of Wizards as it is, and I’m sure Dumbledore won’t stand by for this.”

“We are also fighting against criminals, Mr. Muir.” Celeste took a deep breath and explained.

Muir glared with his ginger eyes and questioned loudly, “You call a student who is still in school a criminal?”

Celeste pursed her lips and said stiffly, “Age and whether you broke the law are two different things, and you should have been aware of that, Director Muir!”

“And did they do anything over the top? Don’t try to deceive me, I know more than you think! Secret meetings, expanding their members, dropping leaflets, running private newspapers, and writing anonymous letters … all of which you probably threw in the rubbish without even looking at. That’s why this happened today, right?”

Uninterested in their quarrel, Felix offered his farewell, to which Muir merrily agreed, and made an appointment to meet later. The next second, his figure appeared on the seventh floor of the hotel.

“Professor Burbage?” He stood in the hallway and spoke aloud.

Halfway through, a door pushed open and Burbage peered over, smiling when she realized it is Felix, “Thank goodness you’re back at last.”

“The raid is over,” Felix said mildly.

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