[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Xavier School in the evening, the sunset glows on the border between the lawn and the sky, adding a touch of thrilling splendor to the cool-toned scenery.The orange-gold sunlight slanted into the corridor from the eaves of the corridor, and covered the person's body with a layer of hazy golden light.

Logan leaned against the door frame of the principal's office, thought for a while, and said: "I saw your photo in my friend's pocket watch. When I knew him, you were no longer there, or in other words, when he was very When you were young, you left him, gave him a key to the Lagerfeld family's vault in Gringotts, and then went to England. Before leaving, you told him never to look for you. Since then, he has never Haven't seen you."

Claire's eyes widened, and with the hand that was not carrying the suitcase, she lightly touched her still flat belly.

"Is he... with his father?" Claire asked.

"No." Logan said, "He was brought up by his grandmother... that is, Ms. Lagerfeld, your aunt, Ms. Jones. I don't know if he knows the identity of his biological father, but he never Mentioned of the man who gave birth to him, right up to his death at the hands of the Sentinels."

Claire clenched the corner of her clothes tightly, lowered her eyes, and asked, "How old was he... when he died."

"Twenty-six," Logan said. "Very young."

Yes, very young.

Claire thought about it. When he was 26 years old, he seemed to be still in the Amazon River Basin, discussing the prophecies engraved on stone tablets with the prophets of the local tribes every day, or eating a gill grass and touching his cheeks. Then she jumped into the Amazon River to observe the magical creatures living in the river at close range, even if the fangs of those ferocious aquatic animals were only a few centimeters away from her, and their sharp claws could barely pass through her eyeballs. across the front.

She was still young at that time, and she was fascinated by the days of wandering on the edge of danger and safety, because the magical world was not in danger of destruction, and she didn't need to take on the heavy responsibility of saving the world, nor did she have the determination to die to save the world.

"So...to prevent the restart of the Sentinel Project, the professor and that..." She paused, then looked at Logan, "Magneto together?"

Logan nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, I see." Claire nodded, then took out a cigar from the storage bracelet on her wrist and handed it to Logan, "I bought too much bread before, the boss gave it as a gift, the best Cuban Cigar, I think you should like it, this, let me give it to my future son's friend as a gift."

Logan froze for a moment, then took the top-quality Cuban cigar.

Claire smiled at him, then turned around and walked towards the exit of the corridor. She had just walked a few steps when she heard Logan calling her: "Ms. Lagerfeld, don't you...don't you want to know the name of your future son?"

Claire paused, then turned to look at him: "No need, I believe the name I chose is the best in the world."

This night, Aunt Carly showed off her cooking skills, cooking Claire's usual favorite dishes. She was wearing plastic gloves, and when she brought the last roast lamb chops to the table, she only saw Claire propping his chin with his hands, his eyes were blank Looking at the delicacies on this table, he didn't look as excited as usual.

"Why? Don't want to eat today?" Aunt Carly was a little strange, but she brought the grilled lamb chops in front of Claire, and used her hand as a fan to fan the smell of cumin towards Claire. If you don’t eat it, I won’t keep it for you.”

The light in the restaurant is warm, and when it shines on the table full of dishes, the color becomes more saturated, which whets one's appetite.When Claire's eyes came into contact with the lamb chop, he was stunned, covered his mouth, and ran to the bathroom quickly under Aunt Carly's suspicious gaze, then grabbed the edge of the sink with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other. Throat, began to retch.

Although she didn't spit out anything, such retching pressed her chest, and physiological tears poured out of her eyes, smearing the mascara on her eyelashes.

After finishing this round of retching, she turned on the faucet and ravaged her eyes mercilessly.

"I said, Claire, aren't you afraid that this will make you dizzy even more?"

Claire heard Aunt Carly's voice behind her. She straightened up and wanted to turn her head to look at Aunt Carly, but she saw her raccoon-like eye sockets in the mirror first.

"I'll never wear mascara again," Claire said sincerely.

In the end, during this dinner, the aunt and nephew had a bowl of vegetable salad in front of each other, while Elena squatted at Claire's feet, enjoying the just-warmed goat's milk with a cat.

Claire wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, used a fork to fork a cherry tomato covered with salad dressing, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"So, you actually already have a boyfriend?" Aunt Carly ate a small piece of dragon fruit gracefully. She lowered her eyes slightly and didn't look at Claire, but just by her tone of voice, she already made Claire feel that kind of embarrassment. The coercion of the two battles is over.

It's like the outer wind circle before the hurricane blows the leaves of the sycamore tree.

She coughed twice, thought for 2 minutes, and felt that if she told Aunt Carly the truth about her affair with a stranger in Krakow, she estimated that the hurricane would land directly and uproot the sycamore tree.

"Uh...well..." Claire said reluctantly.

"Did he know you were pregnant?" Aunt Carly moved her fork over a slice of yellow peach.

Just as Claire was about to speak, she saw that Aunt Carly's fork had already plunged into the peach, her strike was bold and swift, like an Amazon female warrior standing on the bow of a boat fishing with a harpoon.

Claire blinked: "I... just found out too."

"Then..." Aunt Carly held up the fork with the peach in it, "does he know you're a wizard?"

"Actually..." Claire rubbed her forehead, "He's a mutant."

Aunt Carly on the opposite side was silent for a long time before she said, "You know the situation of mutants now."

"The wizard is similar." Claire replied.

"But wizards are isolated." Aunt Carly sighed. "Mutants are not."

She put the fork back into the salad bowl, and looked at Claire's gentle eyes with some distress. She reached out and stroked Claire's hair on the sideburns across a table: "You wrote to me before, Said that you want to come back to live an ordinary life, but have you ever thought that if you give birth to this child, you will be farther and farther away from your ideal life."

"I..." Claire rolled the cherry tomatoes in the salad bowl with a fork, "I know, but..."

She paused, but still inserted the fork into the cherry tomato, and did not continue talking. She lowered her head, like a child about to be reprimanded by her parents, and then heard Aunt Carly sigh: "You just follow you!" Like my mother, stubborn to the extreme."

Claire raised the corner of her mouth quietly, she knew that Aunt Carly was letting go of the topic.

"Have you decided on a name for the child?"

Claire raised her head and said with a smile, "I've already figured it out. Boys should be called Tom! Girls should be called Jerry!"

Aunt Carly: "..."

Claire blinked expectantly.

Aunt Carly: "...you rethink my name!"

Elena, who was squatting at Claire's feet, raised her head, looked at Claire, then rubbed against Claire's feet, making a soft cry.

After dinner, Claire said goodnight to Aunt Carly, then trotted upstairs, when she heard Aunt Carly downstairs told her to be careful and run slowly, she smiled, then flashed into her room, Close the door behind you.

She went to the window, opened the tulle curtains, and opened the window. The surrounding night was dotted with lights. Occasionally, she heard a few dogs barking from the neighbor's house. In the dim orange light, from upstairs, you can still see the moths crashing into the lamp tubes under the street lamps.

At this time, it was 43:[-] in the evening.

Claire took out the cursed Time-Turner from the storage bracelet. This Time-Turner had undergone many black magic experiments in the hands of the Durmstrang student, so the original golden dial had become extremely dull. There are even mottled rusts, and the golden gravel in the small hourglass between the carvings seems to be frozen on the glass edge of the hourglass. No matter how the dial is turned upside down, it will not move in any way.

Claire drew out her wand, pointed the tip at the hourglass, and began to chant a spell. As her spells became more and more complicated, a red light escaped from the tip of the wand, slowly wrapping around the hourglass on the Time-Turner.

She stared fixedly at the fine sand solidified on the glass, and finally pronounced a Latin word.

"perse!"

The red light shattered suddenly, scattered into light particles, and the fine sand attached to the glass also fell off one after another, returning to its softest state and gathering together.

Claire exhaled, took back the wand, and found out from the storage box the wizard robe that covered the whole body that he would wear when he went to Knockturn Alley before, put the hood that came with the wizard robe on his head, and put the A head of brilliant blond hair was all hidden in shadow.

Elena sat on the bed and called out to her.

"Good boy, I'll be right back." She patted Elena on the head, then tightly grasped the time-turner that unlocked the curse in her hand, and walked to the window.

The cool night wind in early autumn blew away the corner of her black wizard robe, revealing a corner of her long white dress. She closed her eyes, got rid of distracting thoughts, and thought about the place she had seen on TV.

Elena jumped out of bed onto the rug, and heard her say a spell.

"Apparent!"

As soon as her voice fell, the black figure standing in front of the window suddenly disappeared, leaving only the corner of the curtain gently blown by the wind.

When Claire arrived at the airport she had seen on TV through Apparition, she stretched out her hand and looked at the time on the hands of her watch. It was already nine ten in the evening.

At that time, she just glanced casually on the TV, thinking that the helicopter that Magneto was riding in landed at some ordinary airport, but just after landing, she was almost caught by the overhead lights on the roof of the opposite floor, and she took a step back , walked to the corner, completely concealed himself in the darkness, and cast a wiretapping spell on himself at the same time, heard a series of steady and powerful footsteps, walking towards his hiding place.

She looked at the spotlight on the opposite roof, flicked her robe, disappeared from the spot, and apparated under the spotlight.

But this time standing on a high place, she saw that she was in a corner of a pentagonal building that surrounded each other, and the atrium and every floor of this series of buildings were equipped with security personnel.

The eavesdropping spell allowed her to clearly hear the conversations of several security personnel downstairs.

"That Magneto is locked in such a place, he probably can't escape."

"For sure, even mutants are helpless in the face of such a prison without any gaps. This is the Pentagon."

Claire raised her eyebrows. It turned out to be the Pentagon in Washington.

Looking at this Magneto is really a powerful character, he was actually taken directly to the Muggle United States Department of Defense office building by ia.

However, no matter how closely patrolled and fortified, she is confident that she can completely penetrate.

She raised the time converter in her hand to her eyes, looked at the soft fine sand in the glass hourglass, flipped her hand, and turned the hourglass upside down.

One hour, the countdown begins.