Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

Felix kept thinking about the origin of the group of assailants.

He suddenly remembered the information from the dark wizard Aladdin: “It is said that the assailants were so arrogant that they warned the woman and left a blood-stained badge.”

“What badge?”

“Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

…

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

At the moment, the four line-ups of the assailants were scrambled by him, leaving only five or six of them still able to get up, and the front-most squad left with only one lucky little wizard.

But of course, he didn’t recognize this luck at all. He wished he would have passed out, because the devil-like figure stood less than two meters away from him, looking at him calmly.

Felix took a step towards the short wizard in front of him, walking slowly and steadily, to ease the dizziness caused by over two dozen apparitions in a row, but to the others, his steps seemed like a leisurely stroll, his gaze seemingly gentle, but like a huge unchained dragon, with hideous spikes all over his body.

The air seemed to freeze, the remaining assailants struggling to get up, the young Auror who looked sad and angry, Celeste who tried her best to remain calm, and the man with the vicissitudes of life, all seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

The short man’s eyes were full of fear, and he instinctively turned to run away, but tripped over the unconscious body of his companion and touched his forehead and blood seeped out a little as he hit the gravel.

By the time he got up from the ground, Felix already stood in front of him.

“Let’s see what you really are.”

He reached out and grasped the mask with one hand.

To the short wizard’s eyes, the extended hand seemed to contain magic that prevented him from moving a muscle, and he desperately told himself to run, but ended up like a cold stone statue, his mood hitting rock bottom. His lips mumbled –

“Don’t …”

“Don’t!”

Two voices overlapped, the other surprisingly coming from the mouth of Noel Celeste, her grey eyes reflecting panic that should not have been there.

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

For a moment, Felix froze, his hand holding the mask stopped in midair.

He expected a witch under the mask, not only because of the other party’s short stature, but also because of the shrill voice, all these features lead him to associate with a female identity.

But under the mask is the face of a bloodstained, excessively youthful boy – at best, fifteen or sixteen years old, and probably younger than Percy Weasley by the looks of it.

The young man looked at him dumbfounded, the expression suddenly becoming unfathomable and elusive.

He gathered his courage, grabbed the mask, and stumbled back.

Felix stayed where he was and did not pursue.

“Stomp, stomp, stomp!”

Another dozen black-robed wizards rushed into the auditorium, and one of them shouted loudly in excitement, “The people are rescued, we can withdraw! Did that old witch Celeste get caught?”

But the scene is not what he expected, the newcomers froze, their eyes fell on Felix, who had just lowered his wand – with him as the center, a dozen or so of their companions sprawled around.

Less than a third of them were sober, several of them still just woken up from the magic, with blank expressions on their faces.

“Run.” The short male wizard said in a hoarse voice.

“What?”

“Run!”

But the leading wizard didn’t want to leave the men behind, he raised his wand and the others chose to follow.

A dozen red beams came at Felix, these men were clearly elite, fiery spells like lasers, but all were deflected in front of Felix, with a ring-like barrier looming.

Exquisite lines of silver and white intertwined with gold continued to be outlined in the air, and as the spell struck it became more powerful, its appearance became clearer and clearer –

It is a magnified half-body armour, shadowed and pulsating with magical flames.

The armour made up of the shield charm enveloped his entire body, allowing him to completely ignore their attacks.

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

“Get out of here, before I change my mind,” Felix said.

After a brief silence from the assailants –

“He…, he’s locked by his own magic, get the unconscious people out of here!”

The leading wizard made up random reasons to speak, whatever the reason, this powerful enemy seemed to have no intention of attacking.

The others woke up, and they used the levitation charm and transfiguration to drag their fainted companion away and quickly evacuate this dangerous place.

In a short but lengthy minute, no one opened their mouths. Celeste, a Masculine Faced Male Wizard, the French Ministry of Magic Aurors, and even the Muggle research experts, all remained silent for a rare moment as they tacitly accepted Felix’s approach.

Felix removed his magic and his gaze fell on the last few people, who looked at Felix as they ran, their eyes full of inquiry.

“Don’t look, run!” A black-robed wizard said.

The assailants left quickly, leaving behind the devastated hotel.

…

Three to five muggle specialists on the field looked around in bewilderment as if they had had a rare dream.

From an orderly meeting, to an unexpected attack, to a powerful young man who jumped out and ended the fight in less than thirty seconds, is this not just a dream?

Felix came next to Maxwell and carefully examined his state – he is unconscious, and his face is riddled with small, dense bumps.

“This … gentleman? Is he all right?” The young Auror asked restrainedly.

“Nothing’s wrong, got hit by too many stupefying charms, with a vicious hex mixed in,” Felix said somewhat indifferently, the vicious hex which would certainly taunt everyone present.

Celeste walked out with her hair dishevelled and covered in dust, followed by the masculine-faced male wizard.

“You …” she said with a rare hesitation.

“What exactly is the identity of the assailant?” Felix asked dryly, having actually made a conjecture.

“I’m not sure, it could be a remnant of the Purgers, or a Grindelwald wannabe’s,” Celeste said.

“I think that you are fooling me, Ms. Celeste.” Felix stepped forward, the silver glint in his eyes completely overriding the original light blue pupils.

Her expression froze for a moment as a picture quickly flashed by-

“Secret reports show that the Revolutionary Society has been formed by minors, and our wizarding society has been further fragmented because of that damned law!”

“Cecil, we can’t budge, one step back would mean ten or a hundred steps back.”

“But wizards of muggle origin are also part of us, and the laws we created were harming them! Since 1965, more and more people have felt tricked, Celeste and their patience has reached their limit, which is why it gave birth to organizations like the Revolutionary Society, which brings shame to all. We have gentlemen in Congress sitting on a barrel of gunpowder, still gloating and sipping wine.”

“… The Congress won’t support it.”

“So you cover the lid, Celeste? We are the Congress and should be responsible for the laws of the American magical society!”

“And what would you have me tell them, honourable councillors, that because of our outrageously stupid laws, the students and graduates of Ilvermorny colluded to organize a revolutionary society to prepare a revolt against the MACUSA?”

“I should remind you, Celeste, that this is already a fact.”

“I can’t appear like a fool in front of the congressman … At the very least, get a list of names.”

“How do you intend to do that?”

“… Patience, Cecil. Wait until summer holiday, set up a trap that looks harmless and yet holds sweet bait, and if you catch one or two people, you can pull out a string of names.”

“Celeste, you’re an excellent bait yourself, and they’re targeting you.”

“Thanks, Cecil.”

“I’m not complimenting you!”

“Cecil, remember to tell the New York Ghost to spread the word when the time comes …”