A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 167: Healing

Chapter 167: Healing

Sisley's eyes trembled uncontrollably as she resisted Felix's intrusion into her memories, while Cecil hesitated, wand at the ready.

Felix's previous actions had been too dramatic; he had no certainty in this situation.

But Felix had already obtained what he wanted and spoke softly, "Ilvermorny... Ilvermorny students, just like this. But why? What kind of laws have led to this discontent?"

Sisley's face turned pale, and she tightly shut her mouth.

However, Felix had a knowing look, "Yes, the Rapaport Law... but I remember that law was already abolished. Is that what you mentioned just now?"

In the heat of battle, Sisley had angrily exclaimed, "It was abolished in 1965!" Her outburst was met with scorn and insults, labeling her a "liar." This seemed to be the crux of the issue.

The wizard named Cecil muttered, "Only a small portion of it was abolished."

Felix's gaze shifted, and Cecil turned aside, explaining in a low voice, "The remaining clauses were merged into other laws, especially those regarding intermingling with No-Majs. Restrictions are still stringent—wizards born to No-Maj parents and first-generation half-bloods must report their relationships and undergo regular inspections by specialized Ministry of Magic personnel. We even have a dedicated Memory Modification Team ready to erase 'superfluous and dangerous' memories at any time."

Sisley murmured quietly, "To prevent the exposure of the wizarding world."

"How many students fall into this category?" Felix asked Cecil.

"It depends on your perspective, but most are certainly of mixed blood. But which way do you think they lean?"

"So, you're fighting a losing battle, aren't you?"

The wizard closed his eyes in anguish.

Felix didn't say anything further; this was not his concern. He was just feeling a bit irritated all of a sudden.

As his gaze swept over a pile of rubble, his expression suddenly changed. He waved his wand, and bricks, dust, and broken tables and chairs floated into the air, leaving others puzzled.

At the edge of the rubble, the silhouette of a wizard in black robes emerged, blood staining his chest.

"Who is that?" Sisley screamed in fear, muttering under her breath, "Please don't let it be a student, please don't let it be a student..."

The young Auror who had been looking after Maxwell appeared dazed. Could this be the magic he had used?

Felix strode forward and crouched down. He removed the black mask to reveal a pale-faced witch who appeared to be of a similar age.

Others anxiously huddled around, and her face was devoid of color. Her chest no longer rose and fell, and the blood mixed with dust on the ground made her look like a freshly unearthed corpse.

"I... I killed someone? Or a student?" the young Auror muttered in confusion.

"It's all over, everything's over!" Sisley collapsed on the ground.

A few Muggle studies experts wore solemn expressions, and one of them removed her Iris hat.

Felix remained silent, carefully examining the young witch. He touched her wound gently, and a black mist spread along his fingertips, quickly staining his fingertip black.

"Is this a curse, dark magic?" Felix asked the young Auror.

"Y-yes."

Felix nodded, taking various vials and bottles from his ring.

"Is there any hope for her?" the young Auror asked with hope in his eyes, looking at Felix as if he were a devout believer. "Can you bring her back to life?"

Everyone present looked at Felix with hopeful anticipation, yearning to hear a positive response from him. In this moment, they hoped for a miracle.

"No, I can't," Felix said cruelly, but in the next moment, he changed the direction of his words, "But she hasn't died."

He picked up a small black bottle and dripped the potion onto the witch's chest. The wound sizzled and emitted thin wisps of black mist.

Then, Felix took out a small white bottle and dropped its transparent contents onto the wound, which quickly began to heal.

"She... she's coming back to life?" Sisley stammered.

Felix waited quietly, and after about half a minute, the witch's chest moved slightly. He breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You did it! You did it! From now on, you're my most admired person!" the young Auror exclaimed in an excited and incoherent manner.

Felix smiled and said, filled with emotion, "You have to thank my friend, a master in potions. He was a great help. Of course, you should also thank me for accompanying him on this adventure."

The main ingredient in the black potion in the small bottle was the Blackroot he and Democles Belby had discovered during their expedition in the Forbidden Forest.

At that time, Belby had told him that potions made from Blackroot were remarkably effective in healing dark magical injuries. Upon their return, he had given some of the materials to Belby, and Belby had returned the favor with a small bottle of the potion half a month later.

...

"Sir, your, um, finger?" the young Auror said.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about this." Felix looked at his blackened index finger, gently flicked it, and extinguished a wisp of black mist with his fingertips.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Figures appeared, reinforcements from the French Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Moore," Felix greeted one of them.

"Mr. Hepburn? It's good to see you. Please wait; I need to attend to some official business first, and then we can catch up later," the middle-aged man with golden curls said.

He turned to his subordinates and ordered, "Inform the medical team and Memory Modification Team to check the nearby No-Majs. And what about Colbert? Have him come see me!"

Maxwell, who had just awakened and been pulled aside to explain, angrily berated Sisley. His calm French was punctuated with various expletives.

Sisley stood by with a dark expression.

Ten minutes passed, and Gauzelot Moore, the Director of the Magical Law Enforcement Office, strode over. He warmly shook Felix's hands and said, "Thank you very much for everything, Felix! Our young man can be impulsive at times, but it's not entirely his fault," he added, glancing awkwardly at Sisley and Cecil. "If it weren't for some people's antics, we wouldn't have been in the dark from start to finish."

"I'll provide a detailed report to the International Confederation of Wizards about this matter. I'm certain Dumbledore won't tolerate such incidents," Moore continued.

"We are trying to combat criminals, Mr. Moore," Sisley said, taking a deep breath, explaining herself.

Moore stared at her with amber eyes and loudly demanded, "Are you calling students criminals? Do not think you can deceive me; I know more than you might think! Secret meetings, recruitment, distributing pamphlets, running private newspapers, and sending anonymous letters... Perhaps you've thrown all those letters in the trash without even a glance. That's why we're in this situation today, isn't it?"

Felix had no interest in their argument. He bid them farewell, and Moore readily agreed. They arranged to meet later.

The next moment, he appeared on the seventh floor of the hotel.

"Professor Bubaji?" he called out in the corridor.

After a short pause, a door opened, and Bubaji peeked out. When she saw it was Felix, she smiled, "Thank goodness you're finally back."

"The attack is over," Felix said gently.

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