[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Not long after Claire put away her umbrella and got on the tram, she leaned against the window and fell asleep. The tram was running so steadily that she didn't feel any bumps when she leaned against the window, and it didn't take long for her to dream.

It’s just that this dream was too weird, and she woke up in a short time. There were only a few passengers in the car, and the night of the old city was already outside the car window. As if reflected on the surface of the lake, there are some blurred lights on the road, which is more emotional than a clear night.

She wanted to reach out and touch the forehead that was leaning on the car window before, but just as she moved her elbow, she found that she was wearing a thick black coat. Eric taking a nap.

He gave Claire his overcoat, and he was only wearing the white shirt, which was not fully buttoned, exposing the skin six or seven centimeters below the collarbone. He slept very well, even though he was in the car, his body was still The board is straight, not swaying left and right as the tram turns, and the eyelashes tremble slightly, as if dreaming an unpleasant dream.

Although this person looks very mysterious and difficult to fathom, but when he closes those deep blue eyes, he loses those precautions and explorations, and he is no different from ordinary people, even more harmless to humans and animals.

Claire stared at his sleeping face for a moment, then turned her head out of the window again.

She still feels dizzy in the head, and it seems that the fever has not subsided. As a field worker who has traveled all over the world for many years, injuries are inevitable. In order to drink less cold potions with a pleasant taste, she has already evolved A superpower that doesn't necessarily catch a cold once a year.

Unexpectedly, he caught a cold not long after arriving in the Muggle world.

She seemed to see Snape with his hands folded, standing behind a row of cold potion bottles, smiling mockingly and ferociously.

Before the tram arrived, Eric woke up faintly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Claire sitting next to him staring at him, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes seemed to be covered with mist. He reached out and pressed her forehead directly, feeling a hot needle.

The burning seemed to be getting worse.

"What?" He withdrew his hand and rubbed his forehead, his eyes were still a bit tired, "Have you sat and stood?"

"No." Claire said, "I was still thinking that you didn't carry me back, but I had to carry you back while you were sleeping."

Eric smiled and shook his head.

There are fewer tourists in the old city of Krakow when it is raining lightly. Only bars and cafes are still open on both sides of the stone road. It was much cooler in the past.

There was still a long way to go from the station to the Gringotts Hotel, and there were still puddles of water on the road. The dizzy Claire almost stepped in several times wearing his uncle's slippers, but was pulled back in time by Eric.

"Looks like you'll have to take your medicine when you go back," Eric said.

Claire shuddered, and then said, "I don't want to drink leech juice and puffer fish eyes any more."

Eric: "...your cold medicine is weird."

Claire rubbed her forehead: "If you want to reduce the fever, you have to add slugs with tentacles."

Eric: "..."

When the two returned to the Gringotts Hotel, only Paul was left behind the counter, propping his chin with one hand and flipping through the latest "Playboy" with the other. Elena was sitting on the counter, shaking her slender and flexible tail. When the bell rang, Paul just glanced up casually, and then froze, while Elena meowed, jumped off the counter nimbly, and spun around at the foot of the visitor.

Strictly speaking, two people entered the room, but one of them was already lying on the back of the other, sound asleep.

Claire wrapped her arms around Eric's neck, buried her entire face on his back, felt his temperature through the thin material of the shirt, and the shoulder blades protruding and retracting with her breathing.She vaguely heard Eric talking to Paul, and the resonance in her chest made her face numb when she spoke, and she tightened her arms holding Eric even tighter.

She could feel Eric carrying her up the narrow stairs of the Gringotts Hotel. The dim wall lights on the stairs cast erratic light and shadows on her eyelids, as if she was in a kaleidoscope of illusion and confusion.

"Squeak-yah-"

The old door was pushed open, and there was a low and hoarse friction sound between the door frames. She felt Eric free a hand and press the light button next to the door. For a while, warm yellow light flooded into the room. In her eyes, she opened her eyes a little, looking at the vague but familiar scene in front of her.

Luxurious and complicated Gothic decoration, enough for four or five people to lie on the bed, it is her luxurious couple suite.

Once her head touched the pillow, the little bit of consciousness that barely supported the brain's operation quickly disappeared, and she only felt as if she had returned to the time when she was investigating the largest Eblair Charizard in the African Congo.

After getting used to the cold climate in the UK, he was dizzy from being steamed in the hot and humid northern Congo. The irritable Ai Blair fire-breathing dragon sprayed another fire, and it was directly baked to half-cooked and ready to be served on the table. .

That was the hardest period of her decades of research life.

At that time, not long after she arrived in Mbandaka, she suffered from heat stroke, and was forced to drink a bottle of heat-relieving potion by her companion. She still can't forget the taste that is almost comparable to cold potion, plus what her companion said The sentence "This is the formula developed by Snape, the master of potions, is the most effective, drink it quickly", she immediately passed out with an "ow".

Although she has lived in the wizarding world for many years, and although her own potion grades are quite good, she has never been able to drink potions without hindrance.

The cooking level of the British is not very good, and the potion brewed by the British wizard is even more crazy.

Now, Claire was burning in a daze, and felt that someone had pried her mouth open again. She felt as if there were hundreds of Snapes standing beside her bed, and each Snape was holding a The potion bottle filled with viscous liquid was just waiting for her to pour it down her throat when she opened her mouth. She made up her mind to stick to an American's aesthetics of taste and gritted her teeth, but even if she thought I had exhausted all my strength, but the other party easily pried open her lips and teeth, and stuffed the two pieces into her mouth.

"Take your medicine." She heard a familiar voice say.

"The juice of the leeches..."

"There are no such things. This is aspirin, the ingredient is acetylsalicylic acid, coated with sugar." The voice seemed a little annoyed, "It's sweet."

When she heard it was sweet, she subconsciously sipped it, and she really felt a little bit of sweetness, just like the chocolate jelly beans given to her by the owner of the candy store in the Jewish Quarter. After licking it for a while, she felt bitter again.

"bitter."

"You licked the icing, swallow it quickly."

"I can't swallow it, it's bitter!"

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then she felt the hot and moist breath of the other party getting closer and closer to her, spraying on her cheeks, she opened her eyes slightly, and only saw Eric's pair of blue eyes.

Under the warm yellow light, those eyes were not as elusive as usual, but clear and bright like a teenager.

She felt the other's lips touch hers. Because of the high temperature, the contact of the other party was icy cold to her, like a sudden cool wind blowing from the perennially hot Congo River Basin. She closed her eyes, She stuck out her tongue and licked his lips.The next moment, a pair of hands tightly held her shoulders with great strength, and she felt as if she had been caught by an Arabian baboon.

She was still mentally searching for a creature with the strength of an Arabian baboon, and Eric had deepened the kiss while pushing his tongue over her lips and pushing the nearly melted tablet into her gullet.

Claire was so dazed by the kiss that she didn't even realize that the pill she was unwilling to swallow had been swallowed by the other party's extremely vicious means. She felt that the other party seemed to get up and leave, and immediately stretched out her hand to wrap his neck around his neck , and turned over, easily pressing him under his body.

It seems that this man is not as strong as the Arabian baboon.

She looked at Eric, who was under her pressure, and smiled, feeling as if she had won the fight with the Arabian baboon.

"What would you do if you still couldn't find out how your parents died?"

Eric asked.

Claire lay on top of him, buried her forehead between his shoulders and neck, and said, "Keep looking."

"Don't you want to live the life of ordinary people?"

"There is no conflict, the school will be on holiday, and I will go to all the places where I can find clues during the holidays."

"You are persistent."

"Aren't you too?" Claire said, "Didn't you work hard for the mutants for many years, even if your companions were gone, you never gave up."

Eric turned his head and kissed her hot forehead: "I'm different, Claire, you said that you still have someone who loves you, and you have other things to do. I have nothing, only my ideal."

Claire frowned, and wanted to say something else. Eric had turned over and put her in his arms. He asked her chin, her neck, her collarbone, and the cold kiss was like the rain on the equator. Not only did it not extinguish the blazing heat, but it made it almost difficult to breathe.

She held his head and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, panting.

"After going to the world of ordinary people, don't come back."

she heard him say.