[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Mr. Eric Lanshere, who "knows women very well", held Claire's right foot with one hand, and gently touched Claire's wound with the other. His fingertips were cooler than the hot, red, swollen wound, as if with a There are general anesthetic ingredients, which relieve the burning pain of the heel.

"You can take a rest tomorrow, and you don't need to wear those shoes to go out." As he spoke, he picked up the roll of bandage next to Claire, and carefully wrapped it around Claire's heel.

At this time, the central market square not far from the window was lit up with colorful and gorgeous night lights again, but at this time, all the dazzling lights were melted into the warm yellow light of the small table lamp next to the sofa. Claire lowered her head and saw Ai Rick's full forehead, straight nose bridge, drooping eyelids, and his wide hands, which are already being bandaged for her, are beautiful, with well-defined knuckles. There are several raised blue veins on the back of the hands, between the index finger and middle finger It reminded her of the flickering cigarette that was here the night before.

"What's life like for a mutant?" Claire asked.

The movements in Eric's hands paused, and then he said, "Probably started with self-doubt, then searched for vitality, and finally pursued himself."

"perhaps?"

"I don't know all the mutants," Eric said. "Everyone's life is different, but what is certain is that every mutant is unhappy."

He bandaged Claire's wound, stood up, put the rest of the bandage under the lamp, straightened his shirt, and walked slowly to the French windows.

"What about you?" Claire asked.

Eric was silent for a long time before saying, "Maybe there used to be."

After he finished speaking, he walked slowly to the balcony. His outline was plunged into the darkness outside the house, but the small desk lamp with limited light inside the house still illuminated his dark brown and blond hair.

Claire is not often in contact with the Muggle world, nor does she know about mutants, but from Felix's narration and Eric's few words, she probably also understands that mutants are different from the isolated wizarding world. They are rooted in the Muggle world. Minority groups in the world, since they are a minority, will inevitably be excluded and bullied by the majority.And when these few people have powerful abilities that most people don't have, what they suffer is not only exclusion and bullying, but also guard and fear.

Like wizards in the Middle Ages.

No wonder Eric said that every mutant is unhappy.

She blinked at Eric's back, and wanted to say something, but she heard Eric say "good night", she straightened up, but saw Eric's back had disappeared into the thick night, she He simply stood up and walked outside with bare feet. The balcony was empty, and the balcony next door only had the floor-to-ceiling windows and the flax-colored curtains blown up by the wind.

She still doesn't know how Eric got over the balcony.

In the next few days, Claire didn't see Eric again, even though they lived next door.

Because of the severe foot injury, she always wore the plastic slippers provided by the Gringotts Hotel, and went up and down the stairs every day, going in and out, so that tourists who passed Groddzka Street these days could see a blonde A girl with blue eyes and a slim figure, but wearing a pair of ill-fitting royal blue plastic uncle slippers, hurried past and returned in the street.

During this time, Claire stepped on the uncle's slippers, and according to Niels' guidance, took the tram in Krakow, and went back and forth between the old town of Krakow and the Jewish Quarter in Kazimierz District to visit those Jewish elderly living in Krakow.

Few Polish Jews survived the catastrophe, especially Krakow.Claire doesn't expect to find the Jewish boy who was with her parents back then, but she still hopes that someone will know the boy.

However, the information Niels gave was still too general. At that time, there were more than 7000 prisoners liberated from Auschwitz concentration camp by the Soviet Red Army, including more than 100 children, and most of these more than 100 children were orphans. After the war, he was adopted by families from different countries and traveled all over the world.

The Jewish Quarter in Krakow started from the Piast dynasty in the Middle Ages. At that time, the Black Death was prevalent in Europe. The Jews were considered the source of the disease and were excluded by various countries. Emperor Kazimierz allowed the Jews to move to Krakow to develop Krakow. Cove's economy, until the beginning of World War II, there were about 6 Jews living here.

Niels said that since the Middle Ages, most cities in Europe have set up Jewish segregated areas, and Jews must live in this well-marked circle.In the [-]th century, after Napoleon invaded other European countries, such decrees were briefly lifted. In the [-]th century, the Jewish Liberation Movement assimilated the status of European Jews for the second time. It was not until Hitler drove the Jews into the Jewish Quarter again during World War II, which set off waves throughout Europe. The anti-Semitic anti-Semitic movement was launched, and concentration camps were built to massacre Jews.

Now there is no decree that Jews must live in the Jewish Quarter, and most of the residents of Kazimierz died tragically in Auschwitz. It can be said that there are not many things belonging to the Jews here.But Niels said that more than half of the Krakow Jews who came out of Auschwitz back then returned here to work, do business and live.

After Claire has been here a few times, she is almost familiar with this place. She knows that although the Jewish Quarter is not big, there are several synagogues with a long history. There are 68 chairs in Heroes Square, representing the 6.8 Thousands of Jews, there is a small shop at the corner of the street, the owner is a middle-aged man with a beard, selling a kind of milk pudding ice cream, only [-] Polish zloty per bar.

Claire would buy one when she came here, and one when she left. The boss remembered her within two days. After all, there are not many tourists who come to the Jewish Quarter every day, and she doesn't look like a Jew.

Claire has traveled around the world over the years, and has often dealt with local wizards or tribal prophets. Facing strangers, she was able to chat with each other very quickly, so when she returned without success for the third time and bought a pudding ice cream on the way, Because the boss asked, "Is the lady here looking for someone?", she chatted with the boss directly at the door of the store for three hours.

The store owner is a Jew named Kurt. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old during World War II. He lived with his grandfather in a small town in Bavaria, Germany. Later, he was imprisoned by the Nazis in the Dachau concentration camp. His grandfather died in the concentration camp. After the liberation of the Dachau concentration camp, he did not choose to stay in Bavaria, but returned to his hometown of Krakow and opened this small shop.

The store owner wasn't too upset about talking about that history, and he gave Claire a handful of chocolate candies as he spoke.

The last time Claire ate candy from the Muggle world was before the age of 11. Although Bibi’s multi-flavored beans in the wizarding world have toffee and beef flavors that are well-received, Claire has always had bad luck and always got snot The smell of earwax or earwax caused her to turn away when she saw Bibi Duoweidou.

The chocolate frog, which tastes relatively normal and can quickly restore physical strength, left her with a huge shadow like a parallelogram. When she ate it for the first time at the Hogwarts sorting ceremony, she was lying in the box and was still as quiet as before. The chicken's chocolate frog suddenly struggled and writhed desperately in her mouth. At that time, she was very panicked when she just came to the wizarding world from the Muggle world, and Sirius Black of Gryffindor "croaked" two times behind her. The sound caused her to tremble reflexively when she saw frogs. The first and only time she blew up the cauldron in Potions class was also because the experiment required extracting the venom of the toad. When the toad was struggling, she shook her hand and directly Throw the toad into the cauldron.

Since then, she has been completely insulated from candy in the wizarding world.

Now, she is chewing the quiet chocolate candy, she just thinks that the ordinary Muggle world is so wonderful, she can finally have a good time eating candy.

The store owner was moved when he saw her eating chocolate jelly beans, touched his head inexplicably, and asked, "Are you here looking for someone?"

Claire quickly finished eating a few chocolate jelly beans, and then said: "I want to find someone." She paused, "He was about ten years old in the second year after Germany surrendered, and he should be in his thirties now, But I've visited a few people of similar age here, and they're not."

"Jews in their 30s?" The boss thought for a while, "If children in their teens were orphans at that time, they should have been adopted by other families, and they might not live here."

Claire nodded, thinking so too.

She peeled off the wrapper of the last chocolate jelly bean, and then heard the store owner say: "But you can pay a visit to Mr. Geiron, one of the survivors of Auschwitz, a very respected man. The old gentleman, it is said that he took good care of those orphans in the concentration camp, maybe he knows the person you are looking for."

Claire raised her head suddenly and looked at the boss. It was a loud frog cry from the small pond opposite the store. She shook her hand reflexively, and the last chocolate jelly bean popped out from the peeled wrapping paper , rolling down beside her.

For the first time, Claire felt what it means to be extremely happy and sad.

Mr. Geiron lives in an alley next to the Reem Synagogue, which Claire passed by two days ago when he was visiting an Auschwitz survivor. The smallest church in Japan, and behind it is the Riem Cemetery.

Claire came to Kazimierz early in the morning with a basket of fruits in her slippers, but the weather was unforgiving. As soon as she got off the tram, it started raining, so she had to put the fruit basket on her head and run away. I took shelter under the awning of a shop and bought an umbrella for thirty zlotys.

It was heartbreaking to buy.

She handed over the money with one hand and took the umbrella with the other, thinking in her heart that besides "extreme joy begets sorrow", there seems to be another idiom called "unfavorable start".

Stepping on slippers, carrying a fruit basket, holding an umbrella, and stepping on the rainwater all over the ground, she walked slowly to the alley next to the Reem Synagogue, and asked the local residents, and then the aunt who was knitting sweaters in the house was separated by a distance. He opened the window and said to Claire, "Are you looking for Mr. Geron? Go to the Riem Cemetery. He passed away last week."

Claire: "..."

In addition to "extreme joy begets sorrow" and "unfavorable beginning", there seems to be an idiom in China called "one word becomes prophecy".

She sighed and looked at the fruit basket in her hand. Before she left, she bought it at the central market square, thinking of giving it to Mr. Geron. Now that Geron passed away, this fruit basket still had to be given away.

She walked out of the alley with an umbrella, and walked towards the Reem Church. As soon as she turned the corner of the alley, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps stepping on the rain behind her. She just turned aside as a passerby in a hurry She was about to step aside, but a mass of black suddenly flooded in front of her eyes, and a hand had already held her hand holding the umbrella handle.

"Mind if I use the same umbrella as you?" She heard a familiar voice from above.

She looked up and saw Eric's familiar handsome face, he took off the black gentleman hat, the rain wet his temple hair and cheeks, the rain slid down from his chin and sank into his collar.

He was drenched all over, and he should have been embarrassed, but there was no look of fatigue on his face.The eyes are still so deep, but in this gloomy rainy day, there is not the slightest bit of darkness, and the eyes looking at Claire are like a ray of light breaking through the clouds.