[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

"The childhood life of mutants was spent in doubt and fear, watching themselves become more and more different from others, and finally one day, people around them discovered their secrets, and then those friends, neighbors, and even The relatives have changed their faces, despising you, laughing at you, bullying you, and even wanting to kill you."

"Because you are a different kind."

Felix lit a match and drew the fire to the pipe filled with tobacco. He shook the match in his hand, raised the pipe tremblingly, and held it in his mouth.

"In concentration camps, there were political prisoners, Poles, Gypsies, homosexuals, and most of all Jews. They were prisoners of the Nazis, and they were also pigs in pens. The Nazis woke up in the morning, took guns, and pointed at The prisoners who are working outside the window, at this time, those who are unlucky, will be killed by their morning practice, and the rest will run away screaming. Gun, officially start a new day." Felix said while smoking a pipe.

He turned his head and looked at Claire: "You may be a little strange, why do I know what those Nazis were doing in the morning, because I stood behind them at that time, watching who they shot dead, I walked down, and the That corpse was turned into a piece of human skin and then thrown into the incinerator. After all, it is much easier to burn a piece of skin than a whole corpse." He exhaled a smoke ring, "And I am both a Jew and a The other group of people in the concentration camps are the mutants working for the Nazis."

Claire was choked by the smoke and couldn't help coughing. While covering her nose, she fanned away the smoke around her with her hands, and turned her head to look outside at Eric who was re-choosing shoes for Claire.

"Eric was still young at that time," Felix said. "He had the ability to explode when he was first arrested in the concentration camp. He was seen by the Nazis in charge of the prison area at the time and brought out of the cell. He was not capable. Stable, can't do much, locked in a dark room every day, only eat, don't talk."

Claire only heard about that period of history, but did not penetrate into it. She knew that there was the largest Auschwitz concentration camp [-] kilometers away from Krakow, but she didn't know what happened every day in the concentration camp.

"It is said that Eric's family came to Warsaw from Germany on the eve of the war, but after the fall of Warsaw, their hiding place was reported, and the whole family was arrested and sent to a concentration camp. This is probably the beginning of his hatred of human beings." Felix paused, and then said, "However, there are very few mutants who don't hate humans."

As soon as Felix finished speaking, Eric walked around the shelf with a high-heeled shoe. He probably didn't hear what Felix said before, but just said: "No, Felix, there are mutants who don't hate humans. He used to be my friend."

Felix was taken aback, took a puff of cigarette with a smile, and said, "That's really a strange mutant."

Eric glanced at Claire, put the shoes in his hand on Felix's sewing machine, and said, "He's not the only one who is weird."

"Then it's strange for you to be friends with him," said Felix.

And Claire looked at the high-heeled shoe he had just picked out: "Why is the heel still so high!"

"Because Miss Lagerfeld's ankles are beautiful, suitable for such a high heel." Felix smiled, "Trust Eric's vision, he knows women very well, maybe better than yourself."

The corner of Claire's mouth twitched, she looked at Felix, then at Eric, and finally at the red high-heeled shoe over ten centimeters.

Although she didn't know whether her ankles were beautiful or not, she knew that she would definitely not be able to control this pair of stilts.

When Claire and Eric returned to the Gringotts Hotel, it was already sunset.

There are many tourists returning from the tour of Wawel Castle on Groddzka Street. They talked and laughed, and took out their cameras from time to time to take pictures of the ancient city of Krakow, which was dyed golden by the sunset, and then saw it among a group of tourists. Very strange two people.

These two people went up against the flow of people. A tall man was wearing a low black gentleman's hat and a long black windbreaker. The posture is awkward like a freshly baked zombie.

The signboard of the Gringotts Hotel was still dilapidated, and the setting sun slanted on the windows and doors, reflecting a dazzling golden light. The two stopped at the door of the dilapidated hotel.

Eric lowered his head and looked at Claire with his blue eyes sunken in the shadow of the brim of his hat. Claire knew what he was going to say when he saw his eyes.

Based on the protection of the wizard group, Claire did not say that he is a wizard, but acquiesced to the statement of mutants. As for the invitation of this very ideal mutant who is committed to leading mutants to resist human oppression and fight against human beings ——

"Claire." Eric whispered her name.

"Stop!" Claire said expressionlessly, "I don't want to discuss the brotherhood with you anymore, and I don't want to know how the mutants are in dire straits now, and I don't want to go with you to launch crazy revenge on humans."

She thought of the student who fell into her window on a broom, the tragedy that happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and one day earlier, the teacher who was fishing in the Black Lake and almost became a mermaid's meal. Playing it in a loop in her mind, she took a deep breath, turned her head, and looked at Eric: "I just want to live the ordinary life of ordinary people."

She really didn't want to come to the Muggle world and be involved in the struggle between mutants and humans.

And just seeing Eric raise his hand and kill several people without blinking, Claire can probably guess what kind of person he is.

As Felix said, it was a very high profile scene man.

"You're a mutant, so you're not destined to be ordinary." Eric said with a frown.

"No, I will." Claire smiled and said, "I just became a teacher in a small town school in the United States, and I will spend the rest of my life in that beautiful town, even if I don't like the professor This job also teaches theology, which I am still confused about, but I will definitely do my best to become the best and most ordinary teacher.”

After Eric watched her finish speaking, the street light at the entrance of the hotel suddenly turned on. Claire looked up at him, only to see his more handsome nose under the dim street light, and his usually deep and dark eyes. The eyes are hidden in the shadow of the brim of the hat, and the vision is blurry.

Now, she thought of the Eric that Felix said, besides being a high-profile and extreme person, he was also a Jewish boy who was once locked in a dark room, did not speak, and only ate.

After a long time, Eric turned his head, pushed open the door of the hotel, and walked in.

The jingle of the bell hanging on the door pulled Claire back from her thoughts. She exhaled, grabbed the doorknob that had been polished smooth, and pushed the door open.

The room was lit with warm yellow lights, and for a moment she felt that her vision became much clearer. She looked up, only to see Eric's back disappearing at the corner of the stairs, and then heard a soft "meow".

Elena stood on the edge of the counter, stretched her neck, touched Claire's sleeve with her wet nose, and made a cooing sound in her throat. Claire turned her head and touched Elena's head, then reached out and put The cat hugged her in her arms.

Paul crossed his hands, slumped on the chair, and squinted at Claire: "Auntie went out with a man today?"

Claire: "No."

"Before you went out, you still wore a pair of rotten suede boots, and now you're wearing the latest model from Felix's shoe store. You, an outsider, will definitely not buy high heels, nor will you go to Felix's. In the store, no woman would give a stranger shoes, the only explanation..." Paul straightened up, supported the counter with both hands, leaned his upper body forward, and said mysteriously, "You have an affair."

Claire: "..."

"Let me guess." Paul rubbed his chin, pretending to be mysterious and said, "He just went upstairs..." He paused, and flipped through the register, "Mr. Eric Lanshere."

Claire: "..."

"Don't be so surprised." Paul raised his eyebrows, "I just saw you two looking at each other affectionately at the door of the hotel."

Claire: "..."

Paul tiptoed and patted Claire's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Auntie, don't get caught up in it. A man like Eric Lanshere looks like a veteran of flowers at first glance. You are an innocent old witch who has just entered society. Not his opponent."

Claire frowned, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. She put one hand on Paul's head, pushed him back, and said, "The innocent old witch needs room service today."

Paul's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward again: "Why, do you need me to compensate you for a long night tonight? My fee is not expensive, and I will give you a discount, thirty pounds."

Claire pressed an index finger to her forehead, and pressed him back: "Give me a roll of bandage."

"Why do you need a bandage?"

Claire smiled: "I can bandage your head later when you are spanked by me, little nephew."

Paul: "..."

Claire wanted a bandage, not to beat Paul up.

She held the cat in one hand and a roll of bandages in the other, and climbed up to the third floor with great difficulty. As soon as she opened the door, she immediately freed herself from her high heels, walked on the carpet with bare feet, and then sat on the floor. Sitting on the chair in front of the French window.

Elena jumped off her lap and sat on the edge of the chair to lick her paws, while Claire raised her foot and gasped when she saw the bloody heel worn by the high heels.

High heels are scarier than any black magic!

She didn't have any potions to treat wounds with her, and she had forgotten what kind of medicine the Muggle world used to treat wounds. She only held a roll of bandages in her hand, and wrapped them around her feet clumsily.

At this time, she heard a cold voice from outside the floor-to-ceiling windows: "Do you need help?"

She turned her head and saw Eric standing on the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had already taken off the gentleman's hat and black coat, was wearing a shirt and trousers, and was holding a small black bottle in his hand.

Before she replied, Eric had already opened the half-closed window, walked into the house, went straight to Claire, and squatted down.

Claire blinked: "You... how did you get over the balcony?"

Eric reached out and held her bare right foot. Without looking at her, he just looked down at the wound on her heel and said, "It's really your first time wearing high heels."

Claire nodded blankly.

If Eric is going to apologize next for his insistence on choosing these shoes, then she will reluctantly forgive him for the sake of thinking about coming over to show her wounds.

"It's okay," Eric said, "you'll get used to it later."

Claire: "???!!!"

Eric said lightly: "Every woman's heel is dripping with blood."

Claire Wood: "...It really is Mr. Eric Lanshere who 'knows women very well'."

Ha ha.

The author has something to say:

——Claire blinked: "You... how did you get over the balcony?"

——Old Wan: "Stupid, I can fly."

I believe that every girl's heel has had a sad journey.

Anyway, my heel is bruised.

No matter how expensive the shoes are, they will leave an eternal imprint on your heels...