Chapter 164： Release water

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Felix kept thinking about the origins of these attackers.

He suddenly remembered the intelligence of the dark wizard Aladdin: "It is said that the attackers were very arrogant. They warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge."

"What badge?"

"Ivamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

...

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

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

But the little man didn't approve of this kind of luck. He even wanted to faint, because the devil-like figure was less than two meters away from him and was 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 twenty consecutive Apparitions, but to others, his footsteps seemed like Wandering in the courtyard, his eyes seemed gentle, but like a dragon that had been unbound, fierce spikes appeared all over his body.

The air seemed to freeze, and the remaining assailants struggling to get up, the young Auror with grief and anger, Celeste who tried to keep calm, and the man with vicissitudes of life seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

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 you are."

He reached out a hand and grabbed it 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 he fell into the bottom like a cold stone statue. His lips whispered

"Don't..."

"No!"

Two voices were stacked on top of each other, and the other came from Noel Sileste, and her gray eyes reflected a panic that shouldn't have appeared.

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

For a moment, Felix was stunned, and his 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 was the face of a blood-stained, overly young boy who was fifteen or six years old at best, and it seemed to be a little smaller than Percy Weasley.

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

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

Felix stayed in place and did not pursue.

"Pumping!"

More than a dozen black-robed wizards rushed into the auditorium, and one of them shouted excitedly: "People are rescued, they can be withdrawn! Has the old witch of Celeste caught it?"

But the situation on the court was different from what he thought. The newcomers were stunned. Their eyes fell on Felix, who had just put down his wand, with him as the center. A dozen companions lay around him.

Less than one-third of the people were sober, and a few of them had 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 his wand, and the others chose to follow.

More than a dozen red light beams attacked Felix. These people were obviously elites. The hot spells were like lasers, but they were all blocked in front of Felix, and a ring-shaped barrier was looming.

Exquisite silver-white and golden intertwined lines are constantly outlined in the air. As the spells on it become stronger and stronger, its appearance becomes clearer and clearer.

It was an enlarged half-length armor, shadowy, beating magical flames.

The armor made of iron curse encased him, making him completely ignorant of these attacks.

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

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

After a brief silence, the attackers

"He, he is trapped by his own magic, and quickly take the unconscious person away!"

The wizard headed indiscriminately compiled a reason to say that no matter what it was, this powerful enemy seemed to have no intention of attacking.

Others woke up, they used floating spells and polymorphs to drag their fainted companions away and quickly evacuated from this dangerous place.

In this short and long minute, no one spoke. Celeste, the vicissitudes-faced wizard, the French Ministry of Magic Auror, and even the Muggle research experts have rarely remained silent. They acquiesced to Felic. Sri Lanka’s approach.

Felix released the magic, and his eyes fell on the last few people. They looked at Felix as they ran, their eyes full of exploration.

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

The attackers left quickly, leaving only the devastated hotel.

...

Three or five Muggle experts on the court looked around blankly, as if they had had a strange dream.

From a calm meeting, to an accidental attack, to a powerful young man jumping out and ending the battle in less than 30 seconds, isn’t this just a dream?

Felix came to Maxwell and carefully checked his condition. He was unconscious and his face was covered with dense packets.

"This... sir? Is he okay?" the young Auror asked cautiously.

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

Celeste walked out with messy hair and dusty face, followed by the vicissitudes-faced wizard.

"You..." She rarely hesitated.

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

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

"I think you are fooling me, Ms. Celeste." Felix stepped forward, the silver light in his eyes completely covered the original light blue pupils: "Look at my eyes."

Her expression suddenly became sluggish, and pictures flashed quickly

"The secret report shows that minors have joined the Reform Society, and our magical society has been further divided because of the **** law!"

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

"But the wizards who were born in Maji are also part of us, and the laws we made are hurting them! Since 1965, more and more people feel deceived. Celeste, this kind of patience has reached its limit. That’s why the Reform Society was born, an organization that humiliates everyone. Our gentlemen of Congress are sitting on a gunpowder keg and tasting red wine complacently."

"...The council family won't support it."

"So you cover your lids, Celeste? We are the Legislative Council, and we are responsible for the laws of the American magical world!"

"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, ready to resist the Magic Congress of the United States?"

"I want to remind you, Celeste, this is already true."

"I can't act like a fool in front of the congressmen... At the very least, get a list."

"What are you going to do?"

"...Patience, 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."

"Celeste, you are an excellent bait yourself, and they targeted you."

"Thank you, Cecil."

"I'm not complimenting you!"

"Cecile, remember to let the "New York Ghost" release the news at that time..."