Felix suddenly thought of a campus legend in Hogwarts, where a Ravenclaw student read all the books in the common room overnight, which was considered an unexplainable miracle.

Perhaps, it is the function of this magic.

He sensed carefully that the magic seemed to have completely disappeared and no trace was found. After thinking about it, he simply switched perspectives.

In the pale and black world, you can barely see subtle magic power gathering like dots. He put his nose into the air and could vaguely see a magic vortex.

“The magic is slowly recovering.”

"I wonder who the next student of Ravenclaw who is destined to be?"

Felix left here.

It was already dark, and he returned to his office, and a short house elf stood at the door.

“Doby?”

The elf raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Hayp!"

In the office, Felix handed him a bottle of butter beer, "The pumpkin juice and juice are gone, this tastes good, there is not much alcohol."

Dobby thanked him quickly.

Felix looked at his new outfit, "So, have you escaped from Malfoy?"

"Yes, Mr. Hepp, you must not imagine how lucky Dobby was..." He began to talk about his magical experience.

Felix smiled and listened to him finish the story.

"You have good luck, Dobby."

Dobby said happily: "Thanks to the great Harry~Potter! He saved Dobby!"

"Then do you have any plans recently?"

"Plan? Dobby, Dobby wants to make a little more money and save a birthday gift for Mr. Porter, although it's hard..." Dobby took out a small box the size of a palm from his pocket, "This is a gift for Dobby's friend, Mr. Felix Happ."

Felix took it with interest and unexpectedly discovered that it was not something bad.

"It looks so delicate, but I didn't recognize it. What is it?"

"A music box, sir." The elf looked at him calmly, "It didn't cost much money...Dobi earned it when working in a broken cauldron bar. The boss was very good, and there were two Yinxikos a week."

Soon Dobi offered her goodbye and praised the butterbeer: "It tastes great, Dobi likes it very much, I will recommend it to my friends."

Felix looked at his disappearing figure and thought to himself that I can afford to hire two Yinxikes a week.

Next time I ask him if he has this intention.

Time flies, July 14th, Felix's figure appears on a hidden corner of Paris, France, and he walks into a narrow, dark alley.

A man in a hood leaned against the wall, his right hand in his pocket. He glanced at Felix's face became blurred and twisted, and his silver eyes shone slightly.

The man subconsciously avoided his sight, and he said in French: "What are you doing?"

"It has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that I am not your enemy." Felix reached out to take out a brown wand, and the silver light in his eyes became stronger.

"Okay, remember not to cause trouble, I don't think anyone will provoke you."

The man winced and moved away from the position behind him, which was an empty wall.

Felix curled his lips and walked straight towards the wall, knocking the wall out of ripples. His figure disappeared.

The man stared at his back and turned his head to continue staring outside the alley.

...

Felix looked at the scene inside. This was a temporary bar. Various wooden boxes of various sizes were crooked and twisted. They were spliced ​​together with magic and acted as tables and chairs.

Two wizards with hooded hoodies were clamoring loudly, and a silver craft was placed in front of them.

"Ten Gallons!"

"No, at least twelve!"

The same scene takes place in this small space, except that most wizards use hoods to cover up their appearance.

This is a magical black market and bar in Paris, France.

Felix stood directly in front of him, regardless of the hidden gaze of others, his eyes swept across everyone present, and when his silver light fell, the wizards either looked at him without fear, or looked down in panic, avoiding him, cursing in a low voice.

For the black market, showing strength is a clever approach, and it is the best way for strangers to integrate into it.

Felix soon discovered the target, and on the temporary bar built with wooden boxes, a dirty wizard with hair was filled with inferior beer.

"Aladdin, long time no see," he said in a hoarse voice.

The witch raised her head, his cheeks were very rough, and she was one of the few people who did not cover up her, "Oh, it's you, have a drink?"

"No, is there anything new in Paris lately?"

"Does a lot of foreigners count?"

“Tell me specifically.”

“Two Gallons.”

"Dingdang~" Two golden coins fell on the box in front of him, making a crisp collision sound.

Aladdin grinned and put the coin away. He suddenly shouted around, "What are you looking at, you don't have the share!"

The others' eyes quickly left.

"In the past week, many foreigners have come, all of whom are named Muggle research experts, and they seem to be attending a meeting where the Ministry of Magic is responsible for security."

"This is not interesting enough, Aladdin." Felix stared into his eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that. Do you want to know about me wetting my pants when I was a kid?" Aladdin said rudely, and he turned his head, "Okay, I can't beat you, otherwise..."

"There was some minor problem, they encountered an attack..." he said.

"What kind of attack, did people catch it?" Felix asked.

"No, those Muggle experts are all wastes. They were rushed into the venue by two or three people. In less than a minute, they beaten over a dozen people." Aladdin said with disdain.

"Where is the Auror of the French Ministry of Magic?"

"They were guarding outside, the woman from America was said to be very arrogant, she was the leader of the meeting." Aladdin shrugged, "I guess the attack was what they led to."

"Why do you say that?"

Aladdin looked around and lowered his voice: "Do you want to know? Want to get first-hand information? I have paid a big price."

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Four gold gallons fell on the box, Aladdin smiled.

"If the message doesn't satisfy me..."

"Don't worry! Absolutely."

Then, he revealed a secret, "It is said that the attackers were very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

“Ifamoni Magic School.”

Felix was speechless.

"Isn't it too much? There are thousands of students there, who are now in a state of turmoil. Six of the seven Americans left that day."

"There are no dead people?"

"No, so I said they were arrogant. They came, it seemed to be just to declare something."

Felix walked out of the magic black market and looked at the bright sky. People in the distance were chatting leisurely. A young couple pushed the stroller and walked slowly across the sycamore tree.
Chapter completed!