[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire didn't expect that Eric would appear in front of her after not seeing him for many days. She was stunned, but the other party had already taken the umbrella from her hand and held it between the two of them.

Occasionally, pedestrians pass by the alley, but most of them are in a hurry on such a rainy day, leaving only the sound of rushing water in their ears.Claire lowered her head, looked at the fruit basket in her hand, and looked at the pointed dome and cross of the Rim Church not far away, before she could speak, Eric had already asked her: "What are you doing here? "

"Visiting an old gentleman." Claire replied, she smiled with some regret, "It's a pity that he has passed away."

She huddled under the umbrella, and just finished speaking, she sneezed very loudly. She rubbed her nose, and suddenly remembered the touching cold potion that Snape made, and couldn't help shaking.

At this time, she caught a glimpse of Eric holding the umbrella in the other hand, and she was wondering when Eric's hand that was close to her had already held her shoulder from behind her and surrounded her. into his arms.

At this time, they had already walked out of the narrow alley, the sky seemed to be much brighter, and the rain from the umbrella eaves intermittently brushed past her shoulders, ticking down, she turned her head towards Eric, and saw that the other side of him was already wet See through shoulders.

"You..." Claire frowned and said.

"It's okay." Eric curled up his lips, "Just go back and take a shower and change clothes."

Claire: "What I mean is...you can go and buy another umbrella by yourself. You can buy it in the store over there for [-] zlotys. After all, you...are still a bit burly, and it's a bit difficult to squeeze an umbrella. Difficult."

Eric: "..."

"You think it's expensive?" Claire was embarrassed, "I don't know how to bargain, so I will only suffer from being dumb."

Eric: "..."

Seeing Eric's face getting darker and darker, she coughed twice and said, "Okay, okay, if you don't buy it or not, just hold an umbrella, okay?"

Eric's face changed from light rain to cloudy.

Claire suddenly felt inexplicably like a low-grade Hogwarts student who was making a fuss.

Eric adjusted his facial expression, looked down at Claire, and said, "So now you plan to go back, or?"

"It's already here, let's pay a visit." Claire shook the fruit basket in front of his eyes, "I heard that he is a very respectable old gentleman."

After Claire asked the priest of the church, he searched for a long time in the Reem Cemetery, and finally found Mr. Geron's tombstone in the back corner.The tombstone is still very new, and there is a bunch of brilliant white chrysanthemums under the tombstone. It seems that someone has only seen it not long ago.

Claire bent down and placed the fruit basket next to the flowers, then raised her head and looked at the photo of Mr. Geron on the tombstone.

This is a kind-hearted old man, no different from all the grandpas and grandpas that Claire has seen. Decades ago, in the concentration camp, it was a place where he could not protect himself, but Mr. Geiron not only survived , and with his own strength, he protected dozens of hundreds of orphans until the rescue of the Allied forces.

When Claire traveled the world and passed by the Vistula, her companions had told her about the wounds that Poland had suffered, when she was inattentive and had only a vague impression of everything.After staying in Krakow for so many days now, I have listened carefully to a lot of stories at that time. I just think that Muggles are really amazing. It is different from her memory before she was 11 years old, and it is not the same as what she heard in the wizarding world. It wasn't the same, and it wasn't what Aunt Carly described in her letters.

The more predicament you are in, the more unimaginable power can erupt.

Claire straightened up, turned her head to the side, and saw Eric holding an umbrella by her side, looking down at the photo of Mr. Geron on the tombstone very seriously. Suddenly, Felix mentioned that Eric had also He stayed in Auschwitz for a while, but he was different from ordinary prisoners. He was a mutant and was locked in other cells by the head of the concentration camp.

She followed Eric's line of sight to look at the photo of Mr. Geron, and then heard Eric beside him say, "Are you here to visit him?"

She turned her head, looked at Eric, and nodded: "Yes, it is said that she protected many orphans in the concentration camp, so I..."

Her words were stuck, and she saw a mocking arc in Eric's eyes and mouth. She froze for a moment, and then heard Eric say: "He did protect many people, but it was because the German army was gone. To prevent other people from beating him to death, the 'special team member' who survived to the end of the war by dragging the corpses of his compatriots out of the gas chamber and throwing them into the incinerator, and even exposing the underground organization of the concentration camp to the guards, brought him with him. His minions stopped the car that was going to send those children to the gas chamber."

Claire heard his words, and then saw him looking at the tombstone again, reading the epitaph on the tombstone word by word with sarcasm in his eyes: "'Here lies a worthy man', ha, Felix He will suffer all his life because he once worked for the Nazis, but this person has been enjoying the respect he should not have received, and lived to the end in a glorious manner." He clenched his fists, "He is a loyal dog of the Nazis, He led people to drag my mother out of the cell, and then watched the Nazis shoot..."

He didn't say any more.

The rain in the Ream Cemetery suddenly became heavier. Even though Eric tilted the umbrella towards Claire, Claire still felt the raindrops hitting the umbrella and wet the clothes on her back. .

Instead of looking at Geron's tombstone, she looked at Eric.

She always felt that Eric was a person who was very good at hiding, not only hiding her true intentions, but also hiding her emotions in his calm eyes.

Opening up old wounds is always painful, and even he looked a little embarrassed.

Claire raised her hand, pinned his rain-wet sideburns behind his ears, and said, "You said you were once happy."

"Not anymore," he replied. "I've forgotten it for many years."

Claire sighed, picked up the fruit basket placed in front of the tombstone: "Let's go, this fruit basket will not be given to him."

"Lost it," Eric said.

"It cost me fifty zlotys." Claire said exaggeratedly, her eyes rolled around in her eyes, "you can eat as much as you can."

There was a shower of rain in Kazimierz, and after the shower, the sky was blue again, with a faint rainbow on the horizon.

Claire never imagined that one day, she would be dripping wet, stepping on a pair of royal blue uncle slippers, and sitting with Eric on the Heroes Square to eat apples.

After the heavy rain, the square was full of tourists again. Next to them was a street performer playing an accordion, playing a very gentle Russian folk song. Several fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys were wearing roller skates and slid past them. Drenched by the blowing wind, she couldn't help shaking again. She took two bites of the apple, and then looked at Eric who was sitting next to her, who said he didn't eat the fruit.

"You really don't want to eat?" she asked.

Eric glanced at her.

"I'll eat them all," she said seriously.

Eric didn't answer, but the galaxies revealed in his eyes were beyond doubt.

She sighed: "But yes, it is suitable for you to wear the most beautifully made robes, sit with your back straight, in a luxurious dining room, and wait for the servant to serve you a lamb leg of Scotch golden wool roasted half-raked." , sprinkle a little cumin, and eat it bite by bite for two hours."

Like the very particular head of the Malfoy family.

Eric cocked his lips: "It's too exaggerated to eat for two hours." He paused, "But what is the Scottish Golden Fleece?"

Claire paused while eating the apple, then coughed twice, and said, "An unknown creature."

"Unknown?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't mutants unknown a few decades ago?" Claire smiled at him, "If others don't know, it doesn't mean they don't exist. The Scottish golden sheep lives in a remote place in South Ayrshire, Scotland. Yellow hair got its name, its meat is delicious, its personality is docile, and it is easy to catch. Now the number is not much.

Eric nodded.

Claire also said: "There is a kind of mermaid living in the Vistula River, but they are small, toothless, timid, and feed on plankton; there is an amphibian living in the upper reaches of the Vistula River, which looks very They are like crocodiles, but they are actually a kind of lizard. They change their nails every two years and their teeth every three years. The nails and teeth can be ground into powder and used as medicine, which is one of the raw materials for bone fracture medicine."

"In fact, there are unknown creatures everywhere. My father traveled all over the world to find them, investigate their living conditions, and try his best to protect them, but he did not fulfill his ideal. He has already passed away." Claire smiled, "So I walked the way he did back then and fulfilled his unfulfilled wish."

She looked at Eric, although Eric didn't understand what she said, but he didn't look impatient, but listened to her telling her story very seriously.

She didn't know why, but in this noisy and noisy square, she would tell her own story to a person who completely ran counter to her ideas.

"My mother was an ordinary person born in the United States. She gave up everything she had and traveled the world with my father to learn about creatures she had never heard of before. When I was not even a year old , they sent them to my aunt’s house, and when I was three years old, they disappeared, or they have passed away.” She paused, and added, “It can be said that if they didn’t send me A few pictures of them, I don't even know what they look like."

"Sorry," Eric said.

Claire shrugged: "It's nothing. My uncle passed away very early, and my aunt raised me and my cousin alone. She gave me double love by herself. I didn't feel sad because I didn't have parents when I was young. There are still people in the world who love me, and I still have things to do."

"So I inherited my father's ideals and traveled to every corner of the world to protect those endangered lives and collect ancient historical materials." Claire rested her chin on her hands and looked at the chairs representing Jews on the square. "After completing this ideal, I want to go back and continue to live an ordinary life."

"Then why did you come to Krakow?" Eric asked.

"For the cause of my parents' death," Claire said.

She had just finished speaking when it occurred to her that Eric had been in Auschwitz, maybe he knew the boy!

Her eyes lit up suddenly, she turned her head to look at Eric, and asked excitedly, "Did you know any Jews who lived in Krakow when you were in Auschwitz?"

Eric frowned, and Claire hurriedly said: "A boy, about ten years old, was not adopted by families in other countries after the Soviet Red Army liberated Auschwitz, but stayed in Krakow, at least in Krakow Husband stayed for a year."

Eric waited for her to finish before asking, "Did you go to visit Geron to find this person?"

"Yes!" Claire nodded vigorously, "the year my parents disappeared, I saw them in Krakow, and there was a little Jewish boy beside me. I thought that boy must have something to do with my parents' death. relationship, so during this period of time I have been looking for Jews who are still living in the Jewish Quarter, just hoping to find him!"

As she spoke, she didn't notice that Eric's eyes were getting darker and darker.

She wanted to say something more, but a sudden sneeze blocked the rest of her words. At this moment, a hand was pressed on her forehead, and she heard Eric's quiet voice: "You have a cold, first Let's go back."

Claire sniffed: "It's you who insisted on squeezing an umbrella with me."

"My fault," Eric said, "if you faint on the way, I'll carry you back, okay?"