Chapter 169: Ni k Lemay?
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The old man panted for a while after saying a few words, his nose humming slightly.
"You don't seem to be in good health, come to join in the fun?" Felix cast an admiring glance at him.
"I live nearby, otherwise I won't come and can't stand the torture of Apparition."
The old man waved his hand, his arm made a clear "click" sound.
Felix's teeth suddenly became sore, he grinned and stretched his arms subconsciously.
There was a loud noise in the distance, and a grumpy wizard fired fireworks into the hotel. His behavior attracted a lot of imitation.
Both of them showed expressions of interest.
"Very interesting, isn't it?" the old man said cheerfully.
"Indeed, I like the pattern of the Thunderbird." Felix said, "I guess he might come from the Thunderbird Academy of Ifamoni."
The old man’s eyes followed the firework that looked like an eagle, and said with emotion: “I have rarely been walking outside these years, but now I want to walk around more.”
"There are always many new things out there."
The old man agreed first, then shook his head and said, "Although people are different, things are always similar."
Felix said: "Really? I think that everything I experience is unique."
The old man laughed happily, "The vigor that belongs only to the young-I am used to defining the world with my own eyes. But when I am old, the old man prefers to use various rules as a link to embed himself in a place in the world. "
"rule?"
"In fact, it's some self-discipline principles. After experiencing some people and things, you tell yourself what you can or cannot do, and then strictly abide by it. It's a bit like signing a magic contract, but the object is your future self. "
"Does this make any sense?" Felix asked.
"I'm not sure." The old man replied, "But at least it keeps my mood happy."
"By limiting yourself?"
"This is the survival philosophy that I have gained through a long life," the old man said.
Felix does not approve of this approach, he hates being restricted and restrained, especially self-imposed.
The old man tremblingly turned his pockets, and it took about half a minute before he uncovered a copper pocket watch.
"Click." The pocket watch popped open, with a dial on one side and a photo on the other.
The picture shows a young couple.
The old man murmured: "Her name is Perenal, my wife, we met when we were in Busbarton school, a good girl, three years older than me, I still remember the first time I saw her. In a sea of flowers, I saw her at a glance..."
Felix blinked: "You can see that your marriage is very happy."
"Yeah, yeah..." His voice was inaudible.
For a while, neither of the two spoke, and the fireworks activity in the distance had been stopped by the Ministry of Magic staff.
"Do you think they will come up with a result?" Felix changed the subject.
"Frankly speaking, I think it's difficult. I have dealt with these people... The American magic world has suffered a lot from the "Secrecy Act" and will not easily compromise." The old man said: "They are very stubborn in this regard."
Felix said optimistically: "There will always be someone who will force them to change their minds. Not this time, and next time, their opponents are still young."
"It makes sense, these little guys have a natural advantage."
...
"I gotta go."
After a while, the old man said that he gave Felix a small gift before leaving.
"This is... the sight glass?"
"Yeah, very interesting gadgets. I send out a lot of gifts these days, which may be related to my lack of time." The old man said with a smile.
"There is still a way for a wizard to live a long life. I know a witch. She should be 120 or 30 years old and her body is still very strong." Felix relieved the old man.
He was referring to Professor Gusrda Marcheban of the Wizarding Examination Board, who had invigilated Dumbledore's NEWTs exam.
The old man smiled, "Maybe it's not for me... I'm very happy to chat with you, Felix Haip."
"Do you know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.
"Ha, a friend of mine recommended your book. It's very interesting. The magic world needs a pair of eyes that look outside."
The old man waved his hand and left tremblingly.
...
Felix returned to the hotel, and the original dilapidated auditorium and burnt marks disappeared, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack hadn't happened at all.
He saw a Muggle researcher staring at the statue in front of the hotel in a daze-its head had been smashed before.
Felix was not embarrassed by the staff and successfully found the French Auror Cswell-he was like a door **** at the moment, guarding outside the auditorium, and there were three other French Aurors who performed his duties with him.
"Still talking inside?"
"It should be said, it's still noisy." Maxwell said.
"It's quiet."
"Wait," he said empirically: "Three, two, one, here comes!"
There was an exaggerated roar from the auditorium, "Marcus! As the chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States, shouldn't you be responsible for the actions of your subordinates! Look at your bad things! I am ashamed of you!"
"Look, I'm right?" Maxwell gave Felix a happy look. "I love Minister to death. He has scolded that Yankee for half an hour."
Felix looked at him speechlessly.
After the joke, Maxwell talked about business, "The meeting was cancelled, and everyone else in the hotel was told to leave. This will be used as a temporary meeting place to discuss a series of current troubles."
"Meaning, I want to pack up and leave?"
"No, no, it's your colleague. She left first, let me talk to you." He blinked, "Lucky guy, you got the friendship between the French and American magic circles at the same time, although the latter is useless …But at least, no one can drive you away, you can even ask to observe the entire negotiation process."
Felix guessed that Celeste certainly didn't say that he spied on her memory, but even if he said it, it didn't hurt him. He had too many reasons to explain it.
On the face of it, he was the hero who prevented the attack and prevented things from slipping in an irreversible direction. He also saved the life of an Ifamuni student who was studying. From this perspective, everyone from the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States to the principal of Ifamoni must be grateful to him.
The same goes for the French Ministry of Magic. Felix was originally a member of the unfortunate army who was invited to the meeting but was unfortunately attacked, but he turned the tide on his own and really couldn't ask for more.
"Forget it." Felix rebuffed, he wasn't interested in it, there was a lot of chaos inside, and he sympathized with Dumbledore.
"Where are the students?"
"I was watched by the two professors of Ifamoni."
...
Felix didn't want to wait too much~www.novelhall.com~ to wait until the specific results came out, maybe the whole summer vacation might not be over. He was going to go back to the room to take things and leave. Hogwarts had a lot of things to do.
But as he cleaned the room, he suddenly thought of something.
"What is it?"
He quickly recalled that today’s experience began to go backwards from ‘this moment’, from the conversation with Maxwell, to the Muggle researcher in front of the statue, to the encounter with an interesting old man...
"Perenar, I seem to have seen this name somewhere."
Felix thought, "No, the point is not this. The name is very common, but I feel something strange."
He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The scene of the conversation with the old man is constantly being screened in the thinking cabin--
After a while, he suddenly sat up and said in an uncertain tone: "Nick Lemay?"
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The old man panted for a while after saying a few words, his nose humming slightly.
"You don't seem to be in good health, come to join in the fun?" Felix cast an admiring glance at him.
"I live nearby, otherwise I won't come and can't stand the torture of Apparition."
The old man waved his hand, his arm made a clear "click" sound.
Felix's teeth suddenly became sore, he grinned and stretched his arms subconsciously.
There was a loud noise in the distance, and a grumpy wizard fired fireworks into the hotel. His behavior attracted a lot of imitation.
Both of them showed expressions of interest.
"Very interesting, isn't it?" the old man said cheerfully.
"Indeed, I like the pattern of the Thunderbird." Felix said, "I guess he might come from the Thunderbird Academy of Ifamoni."
The old man’s eyes followed the firework that looked like an eagle, and said with emotion: “I have rarely been walking outside these years, but now I want to walk around more.”
"There are always many new things out there."
The old man agreed first, then shook his head and said, "Although people are different, things are always similar."
Felix said: "Really? I think that everything I experience is unique."
The old man laughed happily, "The vigor that belongs only to the young-I am used to defining the world with my own eyes. But when I am old, the old man prefers to use various rules as a link to embed himself in a place in the world. "
"rule?"
"In fact, it's some self-discipline principles. After experiencing some people and things, you tell yourself what you can or cannot do, and then strictly abide by it. It's a bit like signing a magic contract, but the object is your future self. "
"Does this make any sense?" Felix asked.
"I'm not sure." The old man replied, "But at least it keeps my mood happy."
"By limiting yourself?"
"This is the survival philosophy that I have gained through a long life," the old man said.
Felix does not approve of this approach, he hates being restricted and restrained, especially self-imposed.
The old man tremblingly turned his pockets, and it took about half a minute before he uncovered a copper pocket watch.
"Click." The pocket watch popped open, with a dial on one side and a photo on the other.
The picture shows a young couple.
The old man murmured: "Her name is Perenal, my wife, we met when we were in Busbarton school, a good girl, three years older than me, I still remember the first time I saw her. In a sea of flowers, I saw her at a glance..."
Felix blinked: "You can see that your marriage is very happy."
"Yeah, yeah..." His voice was inaudible.
For a while, neither of the two spoke, and the fireworks activity in the distance had been stopped by the Ministry of Magic staff.
"Do you think they will come up with a result?" Felix changed the subject.
"Frankly speaking, I think it's difficult. I have dealt with these people... The American magic world has suffered a lot from the "Secrecy Act" and will not easily compromise." The old man said: "They are very stubborn in this regard."
Felix said optimistically: "There will always be someone who will force them to change their minds. Not this time, and next time, their opponents are still young."
"It makes sense, these little guys have a natural advantage."
...
"I gotta go."
After a while, the old man said that he gave Felix a small gift before leaving.
"This is... the sight glass?"
"Yeah, very interesting gadgets. I send out a lot of gifts these days, which may be related to my lack of time." The old man said with a smile.
"There is still a way for a wizard to live a long life. I know a witch. She should be 120 or 30 years old and her body is still very strong." Felix relieved the old man.
He was referring to Professor Gusrda Marcheban of the Wizarding Examination Board, who had invigilated Dumbledore's NEWTs exam.
The old man smiled, "Maybe it's not for me... I'm very happy to chat with you, Felix Haip."
"Do you know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.
"Ha, a friend of mine recommended your book. It's very interesting. The magic world needs a pair of eyes that look outside."
The old man waved his hand and left tremblingly.
...
Felix returned to the hotel, and the original dilapidated auditorium and burnt marks disappeared, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack hadn't happened at all.
He saw a Muggle researcher staring at the statue in front of the hotel in a daze-its head had been smashed before.
Felix was not embarrassed by the staff and successfully found the French Auror Cswell-he was like a door **** at the moment, guarding outside the auditorium, and there were three other French Aurors who performed his duties with him.
"Still talking inside?"
"It should be said, it's still noisy." Maxwell said.
"It's quiet."
"Wait," he said empirically: "Three, two, one, here comes!"
There was an exaggerated roar from the auditorium, "Marcus! As the chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States, shouldn't you be responsible for the actions of your subordinates! Look at your bad things! I am ashamed of you!"
"Look, I'm right?" Maxwell gave Felix a happy look. "I love Minister to death. He has scolded that Yankee for half an hour."
Felix looked at him speechlessly.
After the joke, Maxwell talked about business, "The meeting was cancelled, and everyone else in the hotel was told to leave. This will be used as a temporary meeting place to discuss a series of current troubles."
"Meaning, I want to pack up and leave?"
"No, no, it's your colleague. She left first, let me talk to you." He blinked, "Lucky guy, you got the friendship between the French and American magic circles at the same time, although the latter is useless …But at least, no one can drive you away, you can even ask to observe the entire negotiation process."
Felix guessed that Celeste certainly didn't say that he spied on her memory, but even if he said it, it didn't hurt him. He had too many reasons to explain it.
On the face of it, he was the hero who prevented the attack and prevented things from slipping in an irreversible direction. He also saved the life of an Ifamuni student who was studying. From this perspective, everyone from the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States to the principal of Ifamoni must be grateful to him.
The same goes for the French Ministry of Magic. Felix was originally a member of the unfortunate army who was invited to the meeting but was unfortunately attacked, but he turned the tide on his own and really couldn't ask for more.
"Forget it." Felix rebuffed, he wasn't interested in it, there was a lot of chaos inside, and he sympathized with Dumbledore.
"Where are the students?"
"I was watched by the two professors of Ifamoni."
...
Felix didn't want to wait too much~www.novelhall.com~ to wait until the specific results came out, maybe the whole summer vacation might not be over. He was going to go back to the room to take things and leave. Hogwarts had a lot of things to do.
But as he cleaned the room, he suddenly thought of something.
"What is it?"
He quickly recalled that today’s experience began to go backwards from ‘this moment’, from the conversation with Maxwell, to the Muggle researcher in front of the statue, to the encounter with an interesting old man...
"Perenar, I seem to have seen this name somewhere."
Felix thought, "No, the point is not this. The name is very common, but I feel something strange."
He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The scene of the conversation with the old man is constantly being screened in the thinking cabin--
After a while, he suddenly sat up and said in an uncertain tone: "Nick Lemay?"
Genius remembers this site address in one second: https://fastest update! No ads!The old man panted for a while after saying a few words, his nose humming slightly."You don't seem to be in good health, come to join in the fun?" Felix cast an admiring glance at him."I live nearby, otherwise I won't come and can't stand the torture of Apparition."The old man waved his hand, his arm made a clear "click" sound.Felix's teeth suddenly became sore, he grinned and stretched his arms subconsciously.There was a loud noise in the distance, and a grumpy wizard fired fireworks into the hotel. His behavior attracted a lot of imitation.Both of them showed expressions of interest."Very interesting, isn't it?" the old man said cheerfully."Indeed, I like the pattern of the Thunderbird." Felix said, "I guess he might come from the Thunderbird Academy of Ifamoni."The old man's eyes followed the firework that looked like an eagle, and said with emotion: I have rarely been walking outside these years, but now I want to walk around more."There are always many new things out there."The old man agreed first, then shook his head and said, "Although people are different, things are always similar."Felix said: "Really? I think that everything I experience is unique."The old man laughed happily, "The vigor that belongs only to the young-I am used to defining the world with my own eyes. But when I am old, the old man prefers to use various rules as a link to embed himself in a place in the world. ""rule?""In fact, it's some self-discipline principles. After experiencing some people and things, you tell yourself what you can or cannot do, and then strictly abide by it. It's a bit like signing a magic contract, but the object is your future self. ""Does this make any sense?" Felix asked."I'm not sure." The old man replied, "But at least it keeps my mood happy.""By limiting yourself?""This is the survival philosophy that I have gained through a long life," the old man said.Felix does not approve of this approach, he hates being restricted and restrained, especially self-imposed.The old man tremblingly turned his pockets, and it took about half a minute before he uncovered a copper pocket watch."Click." The pocket watch popped open, with a dial on one side and a photo on the other.The picture shows a young couple.The old man murmured: "Her name is Perenal, my wife, we met when we were in Busbarton school, a good girl, three years older than me, I still remember the first time I saw her. In a sea of flowers, I saw her at a glance..."Felix blinked: "You can see that your marriage is very happy.""Yeah, yeah..." His voice was inaudible.For a while, neither of the two spoke, and the fireworks activity in the distance had been stopped by the Ministry of Magic staff."Do you think they will come up with a result?" Felix changed the subject."Frankly speaking, I think it's difficult. I have dealt with these people... The American magic world has suffered a lot from the "Secrecy Act" and will not easily compromise." The old man said: "They are very stubborn in this regard."Felix said optimistically: "There will always be someone who will force them to change their minds. Not this time, and next time, their opponents are still young.""It makes sense, these little guys have a natural advantage."..."I gotta go."After a while, the old man said that he gave Felix a small gift before leaving."This is... the sight glass?""Yeah, very interesting gadgets. I send out a lot of gifts these days, which may be related to my lack of time." The old man said with a smile."There is still a way for a wizard to live a long life. I know a witch. She should be 120 or 30 years old and her body is still very strong." Felix relieved the old man.He was referring to Professor Gusrda Marcheban of the Wizarding Examination Board, who had invigilated Dumbledore's NEWTs exam.The old man smiled, "Maybe it's not for me... I'm very happy to chat with you, Felix Haip.""Do you know me?" Felix looked at him in surprise."Ha, a friend of mine recommended your book. It's very interesting. The magic world needs a pair of eyes that look outside."The old man waved his hand and left tremblingly....Felix returned to the hotel, and the original dilapidated auditorium and burnt marks disappeared, and the hotel was intact, as if the attack hadn't happened at all.He saw a Muggle researcher staring at the statue in front of the hotel in a daze-its head had been smashed before.Felix was not embarrassed by the staff and successfully found the French Auror Cswell-he was like a door **** at the moment, guarding outside the auditorium, and there were three other French Aurors who performed his duties with him."Still talking inside?""It should be said, it's still noisy." Maxwell said."It's quiet.""Wait," he said empirically: "Three, two, one, here comes!"There was an exaggerated roar from the auditorium, "Marcus! As the chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States, shouldn't you be responsible for the actions of your subordinates! Look at your bad things! I am ashamed of you!""Look, I'm right?" Maxwell gave Felix a happy look. "I love Minister to death. He has scolded that Yankee for half an hour."Felix looked at him speechlessly.After the joke, Maxwell talked about business, "The meeting was cancelled, and everyone else in the hotel was told to leave. This will be used as a temporary meeting place to discuss a series of current troubles.""Meaning, I want to pack up and leave?""No, no, it's your colleague. She left first, let me talk to you." He blinked, "Lucky guy, you got the friendship between the French and American magic circles at the same time, although the latter is useless But at least, no one can drive you away, you can even ask to observe the entire negotiation process."Felix guessed that Celeste certainly didn't say that he spied on her memory, but even if he said it, it didn't hurt him. He had too many reasons to explain it.On the face of it, he was the hero who prevented the attack and prevented things from slipping in an irreversible direction. He also saved the life of an Ifamuni student who was studying. From this perspective, everyone from the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States to the principal of Ifamoni must be grateful to him.The same goes for the French Ministry of Magic. Felix was originally a member of the unfortunate army who was invited to the meeting but was unfortunately attacked, but he turned the tide on his own and really couldn't ask for more."Forget it." Felix rebuffed, he wasn't interested in it, there was a lot of chaos inside, and he sympathized with Dumbledore."Where are the students?""I was watched by the two professors of Ifamoni."...Felix didn't want to wait too much~www.novelhall.com~ to wait until the specific results came out, maybe the whole summer vacation might not be over. He was going to go back to the room to take things and leave. Hogwarts had a lot of things to do.But as he cleaned the room, he suddenly thought of something."What is it?"He quickly recalled that today's experience began to go backwards from this moment', from the conversation with Maxwell, to the Muggle researcher in front of the statue, to the encounter with an interesting old man..."Perenar, I seem to have seen this name somewhere."Felix thought, "No, the point is not this. The name is very common, but I feel something strange."He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The scene of the conversation with the old man is constantly being screened in the thinking cabin--After a while, he suddenly sat up and said in an uncertain tone: "Nick Lemay?"
