[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire walked into the classroom where she was going to teach students "The Gospel of John" in the next class. As soon as she entered the door, she almost tripped over a chair lying on the floor. She looked up and saw that the red velvet curtain had been torn into a strip There were strips of rags, desks and chairs were piled up on the ground in a mess, and the retro-style crystal chandelier on the ceiling fell on the table in the center. The lamp tube was completely broken, and the crystal tassels scattered all over the floor. Blowing into the house from the broken window, it blew up the strips of rags that should have been curtains.

Very bleak.

Claire stood at the door, looking at the mess in the classroom, and thought of her Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom where there were several classroom riots.

She took a long breath and told herself to calm down.

She turned around, her students were standing behind her, Pietro's eyes flashed, Warren hesitated to speak, and Kurt, standing in the back row, stretched out his gloved hand and pressed the brim of his hat even tighter. low.

"The thing is like this." Pietro began to explain what happened at Xavier School before Claire came. Mr. Gerfield, you also know that the professor is not easy to meet guests, so we rejected him, but he was very persistent and refused to leave, saying that he needed the professor to save the future. At this moment, a blue The monster broke into the classroom, wrestled with this burly man, wrecked the classroom, and fell out of the classroom window."

Claire: "..."

"I know this sounds unbelievable." Pietro shrugged, with a very exaggerated sincerity in his eyes, "but I promise it's true."

"What guarantee do you use?" Claire said blankly.

"I use..." Pietro paused, as if he was thinking seriously, "I use my collection of "Monster Hunter Limited Edition" to assure you."

Claire: "..."

what is that?

At this time, a voice came from the crowd: "Pietro, you might as well use your sister not answering your calls for a week to ensure that it will be more useful."

Pietro turned his head and made a face at the boy.

"So how do you explain what happened just now?" Claire asked.

This time Pietro's eyes were very innocent: "What is it?"

Claire narrowed her eyes, with a dangerous gleam in them.

Pietro coughed twice, and said in a statement tone similar to a news anchor: "The thing is like this, I saw that burly man wrestling with the blue monster and knocking open the window, afraid that they would be overwhelmed and placed on the handrail of the corridor and ran out.” He clapped his hands, and asked Ororo, a white-haired black girl standing beside him, “Hey, guess what!”

Ororo folded his hands on his chest, looked at him with disgust, and said impatiently: "What did you see?"

"I saw it." Pietro clapped his hands again, "Mr. Lagerfeld held the book in one hand and the suitcase in the other, and at a speed exceeding the speed of light, he avoided the smashed glass and the burly man in the fight. Blue Beast! It's amazing! Mr. Lagerfeld is really amazing, isn't he!"

He turned his head, looked at the students behind him, and emphasized again: "Isn't it?"

The crowd was silent for a few seconds, and then answered without distraction: "Yes, yes, yes."

Claire looked at these students silently, thinking that they were all like Pietro, without any talent for acting.She sighed, and said, "Where's the burly man and the blue beast? You can't leave it alone, right? Where's Hank?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hank hurried over while putting a brand new white coat on himself outside the crowd. His hair was still a little disheveled, and his glasses had slipped under the bridge of his nose, looking a bit embarrassed. He saw Claire at the door of the classroom through these students, and then slowed down.

The students automatically made way for Hank. Hank walked up to Claire, straightened his glasses, and said, "Sorry Claire, I surprised you."

"I'm fine. In fact, I'm used to it." Claire waved his hand. "I don't think the students are frightened. In fact, they are still very calm."

"That's good." Hank exhaled, "But this classroom is temporarily unavailable, go to the one upstairs."

The classroom upstairs was originally used by Professor Xavier to teach students world history, but after Principal Xavier became addicted to alcohol in an accident that is still unknown, that classroom was no longer used.

On the way to that classroom, you will pass the principal's office. After Claire came to teach here, she only saw the principal himself on the day of registration. After that, Principal Xavier never appeared again, and the door of the principal's office was never opened again. Everything in the school Hank took care of everything. When Claire mentioned Principal Xavier to Hank, Hank would look helpless. Over time, Claire stopped mentioning it.

However, when she passed the principal's office this time, she clearly heard noises in the classroom, as if someone was talking. She walked at the end of the crowd and glanced at the window of the principal's office. The window was drawn with thick red velvet curtains. She couldn't see it, but at this time she vaguely heard the mention of "mutants" and "Sentinel Project". She bowed her head and silently recited the incantation of the wiretapping spell. perhaps.

"Charles, if you don't cheer up now, go to rescue Magneto, and then stop the Sentinel project together, history will continue, and all humans, including mutants, will die at the hands of Sentinel robots."

This voice is very familiar, with the rough texture of smoking all the year round, full of masculinity.

It was Logan, the man with unusually fierce appearance.

And the answer to Logan was the crisp sound of the wine bottle breaking.

The students were attracted by the cracking sound of the wine bottle, which was much clearer than the voice, and turned their heads back. Hank, who was walking behind Claire, had no choice but to say: "It's okay, the professor is drunk again."

The students seemed to be familiar with the fact that their principal got drunk and dropped bottles from time to time. After hearing Hank's explanation, they all turned their heads and walked on.

Claire slowed down on purpose, and waited for Hank to walk beside her, before she turned her head, looked at Hank, and asked, "Where's Logan and the blue monster?"

Hank paused, then continued walking forward, saying, "It's been dealt with." He looked at Claire, "Do you know Logan?"

"Yes, when he came back from New York this morning, his car hit my aunt's car, and my aunt drove him back to West Chester." Claire said with a smile, "He also said he came from the future, His friend is a professor, and the professor can help him compensate my aunt for the loss."

Hank adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile, "This guy is just like that, he likes to joke."

Claire didn't answer, but just stared at him. She could see that Hank was a little nervous at this moment, and there was a little sweat on his forehead, and there were three fresh scars in the shadow of the collar of his white coat. The scars were short, but very horrific looking, like the marks of a large predator.

Claire lowered her eyes and said, "Is he really a friend of the professor? That's great, it seems that he didn't lie."

The early autumn afternoon in West Chester was still a bit hot. Outside the classroom windows on the second floor were the canopies of several sycamore trees. The wind made the leaves whirling and the eager cicadas chirping more clearly. Claire spread out the Gospel of John, While thinking that God loves the world, he raised his head and looked at the students sitting in the classroom.

Pietro in the front row was a little absent-minded, looking left and right, Ororo sitting in the right corner still looked at her suspiciously, and Kurt sat in the left corner by the window, the sun was brighter than the first floor He also seemed to be a little hot when he hit him, and raised his hand to straighten the collar around his neck.

The moment he adjusted his collar, Claire saw a small inch of his dark blue skin exposed.

After class, Claire went to the bathroom on the first floor. There was no one in the bathroom, and there was no crying Myrtle. She turned on the tap silently, bent down, and washed away the sweat from her palms.

She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

She remembered that when she first came to Hogwarts to study, she accidentally discovered the Mirror of Erised. She thought that she could see the boy she had a crush on standing next to her in the sunglasses of Erised, but she saw Shang was still young. Edward and Rita, both of them are still wearing the clothes in the photo, but the smile is not as fixed and blurred as in the photo, Rita smiled brightly, and Edward hugged her tightly, and patted her with the other hand Claire in the mirror.

Claire always felt that she didn't feel sorry for her parents' early death, but the Mirror of Erised, who can see through people's hearts, still dug out the longing in her heart that she didn't even know about.

And the mirror in the bathroom is just an ordinary Muggle mirror, and the mirror surface is even blurred by some dried up water marks, but she seems to feel that there are two vague shadows standing beside her, one tall, stretching out her arms They grabbed her shoulders, one only reached her waist, and they held a football in their hands.

She grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, and began to retch, as if she was about to vomit out all her internal organs in pain.

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

Logan left Principal Xavier's office. He turned his head before closing the door. Professor X, who would lead many mutants to find themselves in the future, was still slumped on the chair. Wrinkled, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

"Charles, even if you reject your ability now, I still want to say that you will be a very remarkable person in the future, and I will not give up waking you up. Time is very urgent. I hope you can understand."

Logan said that he wanted this, and gently closed the door. He stood leaning against the door frame and lit a cigarette for himself. This was the last cigarette he snatched when he snatched the man's car keys.

He squinted his eyes and exhaled a string of smoke rings, thinking about how he would convince his depressed and stubborn young self if the future professor came here.

When he was considering whether to push the door open again, there was a crisp sound of high heels behind him.

He turned his head and saw a slim blonde beauty.

Claire Lagerfeld.

Claire held her suitcase in one hand and looked at Logan calmly.

"You said, you will be good friends with my son in the future." She said, "Is my son a mutant?"

Logan frowned, put down the cigarette butt in his hand, and said, "He is both a wizard and a mutant, but he didn't go to a magic school, but stayed in the United States."

"Is he a student at Xavier's, too?" Claire asked.

Logan seemed a little surprised: "Do you already know that the teachers and students at Xavier School are all mutants?"

Claire raised her eyebrows and didn't answer.

"Okay." Logan threw away the cigarette butt and ran over it with his toes, "Your future son said that you didn't know that the students here are mutants until you stayed at Xavier School for several years."

"Thanks to you from the future, I know in advance." Claire smiled, she seemed to think of something, and the smile stopped, "I want to ask you a question next, please answer me, you If you answer truthfully, I can help you repay the compensation to my aunt."

Logan froze for a moment, then scratched the back of his head: "You are threatening me with money. It is exactly the same as your future son. Tell me, and I will answer."

Claire clenched the hand holding the suitcase, and asked, "Did my son die in the future sentinel project to destroy mutants?"

Logan's expression became serious instantly, he closed his eyes, and said, "Yes."

The author has something to say: Xavier School is all lost, but they don't know it yet, shhh, let's not tell them~

Claire is going to save Magneto, in order to save his future son.

But she doesn't know that Magneto is the father of her future child, shhh, let's not tell her~