[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

There will be no Claire's class for the next few days, and she will not have to get up early and brave the autumn dew to catch a bus to the suburbs to face the group of brats who are in trouble. Claire is very happy. She simply let herself go and take advantage of After Aunt Carly fell asleep, she cast a silence spell on her door, and then watched TV in the living room until it was three o'clock in the morning. Then when the sun was bright the next day, Elena was so hungry that she stepped on her body back and forth for dozens of times. It was only after three times that she finally got out of the quilt with difficulty.

She rubbed her messy hair, dazedly touched the mobile phone next to the bed, and then was completely awake by the sudden ringtone of a message. Her line has received hundreds of unread messages, all from the student group Group.

how?As a teacher who doesn't have classes, she can skip classes, and students in other courses also don't have to go to classes?

Claire opened the chat window of the group, and was swiped by a pile of flowers and palms falling from the top of the phone screen. When she struggled to find the top message, she realized that Hank died at [-]:[-] this morning. It was announced that classes would be suspended for three days, and the students were overjoyed. They discussed where they should go for vacation during these three days. Some suggested a self-driving tour in California, some suggested visiting Universal Studios in Orlando, and some suggested climbing Yellowstone Park in Wyoming. volcano.

Finally, Ororo said: "Do not all outdoor activities need to be led by a teacher?"

Pietro immediately replied: "We can ask Mr. Lagerfeld to take us there!"

This sentence was agreed by most of the students.

So everyone agreed that when it was twelve o'clock, Pietro would call Claire to explain the matter. He exhaled a foul breath, and patted Elena's head lovingly with his eyes: "Good boy, luckily you woke me up in time."

As a pregnant woman, it is safer to watch TV at home.

However, Elena turned her head and meowed at the window. Claire felt a little strange, so she hugged Elena and walked to the window. As soon as she opened the curtains, she saw an owl shivering from the cold on the window sill.

Beginning in the early morning, Westchester began to rain continuously in autumn, so that Westchester, who had been dominated by the autumn tiger for a long time, was finally freed from the fear of heat, but suffered from this little messenger who flew across the Atlantic.

Claire tied up her hair casually, wore bear pajamas, and went downstairs with Elena and the little messenger from England. The first floor was quiet and empty, only a cup of cold hot milk and a cup of cold water on the coffee table. The plate of fried eggs and broccoli, and the bowl of cold goat's milk under the table indicate that Aunt Carly got up and prepared breakfast for the two creatures who were still lying dead on the second floor.

Aunt Carly would go to the activity center of the town for cultural exchange activities with several middle-aged and elderly women of the same age in the town every morning, but usually she would arrive home before eleven o’clock. This cultural exchange event has a new project, and everyone is discussing it in full swing.

Elena quickly rushed under the table to lick the goat's milk. Claire used the drying spell to dry the owl's rain-wet feathers. Seeing that this guy was still in a daze, he wanted to cast a raging fire, but suddenly remembered Knowing the fate of his previous frying pan, he stopped in time to prevent the dish of roasted owl from appearing on the lunch table, then found an idle little sun in the storage room, and placed the owl in front of the little sun.

When she finished the breakfast left by Aunt Carly and walked slowly to the living room, she found that the revived owl was already eating the beef cubes on the coffee table in the living room.

The guest from the UK didn't panic after being found stealing. While eating, he stretched out the foot with the letter tied to Claire, and uttered two chirps during the chewing gap, which meant: "Take it quickly, don't let it go!" Delay me from eating."

For the sake of this guy crossing the Atlantic Ocean, Claire endured it.

She took down the letter, opened it, and just by looking at the handwriting, she knew that the sender was Molly Weasley.

She burned the frying pan because of fried eggs before, so she wrote a letter that night and sent it to Molly Weasley on the other side of the ocean, saying hello to this senior housewife who raised seven children, and sincerely Ask for cooking magic, and the reply letter from this enthusiastic lady was also carried by the owl, crossed the Atlantic Ocean, braved the rain, and flew to Claire's window sill.

Molly's letter is very long, which is very in line with her enthusiastic and talkative personality. She wrote a lot of recent news in the wizarding world in the letter. First of all, the golden boy Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord also entered the school. She was a classmate with her youngest son, Ron. The family met him on platform nine and three quarters. He was a very cute boy with black hair and green eyes, but a little too thin. Harry was as everyone expected , was sorted into Gryffindor College, and became good friends with Ron.

Her favorite Gilderoy Lockhart has published a new book "Walking with Ghouls". She has read it and it is very exciting. Like Te, writing his own experience into a series of books will surely sell well.

The third piece of gossip is that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Quilinus Quirrell. Ron complained that this teacher smelled of garlic, which was very pungent. Clare, professor of defense against magic, even had a support club for Professor Lagerfeld in Gryffindor. The president is a young Polish wizard surnamed Senkovic, who not only sells Claire's book "Medieval Offensive Magic" The Long Evolution to the Twentieth Century" sold Amway to all the students in the school, and even initiated a school-wide voting application for "Let Professor Lagerfeld go home".

When Claire saw this, she was secretly delighted. It seems that Hogwarts still has her legend, and then when she saw the surname "Senkovic", she suddenly twitched her mouth, and immediately guessed the backup The president of the club must be that brat Paul. I don’t know if his support club’s club activities are collectively enjoying some ethical videos.

According to legend, the father of Harry Potter, the golden boy who defeated the Dark Lord, seems to be James Potter, who once had a feud with Snape. Both Claire and Snape, who were good at flying, hated it.

As for imitating Lockhart's writing, Claire used to disdain it. She thought that Lockhart's book was not so much a science book on magical creatures as an adventure, and many plots were too exaggerated.However, for the sake of little Tom's milk money in the future, she decided to put the "Claire Walking with You" series of books on the agenda. In addition to those magical creatures, she can also write about the magical Muggle world, such as mutants with various abilities, and Flying Apsaras The escaping superhero will definitely scare away those wizards who live in a closed life.

And this new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

Claire thought for a while, and then picked out an ordinary-looking boy in her graduation photo.

Quirrell used to be Claire's classmate, and he had a solid theoretical knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Later, in order to gain some practical experience, he followed Claire's example and left the British wizarding world to travel the world. However, he did not travel for a long time. One year later, when he came back, he looked like a different person. Not only did he wear a thick purple turban on his head, but he also became a little timid, as if he was afraid of everyone.

It is said that he met vampires and terrible dark wizards in Eastern Europe and was frightened.

Before Claire resigned, she had seen Quirrell at the Bojinbok Magic Store in Knockturn Alley. Like all the wizards who haunted Knockturn Alley, Quirrell was covered in dark robes and lowered his voice to ask the store owner if he Saw a sapphire brooch.

Borgin Bock Store is the largest black magic store in Knockturn Alley. The owner, Caractacus Bock, can be said to be a leader in the black magic item trading circle in the UK. However, he did not lose his temper when Quirrell questioned him. Ye also lowered his voice and said, "I don't know."

The two of them separated quickly when Claire approached. When Quirrell turned around to leave, he happened to be face to face with Claire. His eyes were startled for dozens of seconds, but soon became cowardly and flickering, avoiding Claire's eyes. Sight, turned to the other side and left.

At that time, apart from the pungent garlic smell on Quirrell's body, Claire also felt a vague evil breath.

But people who often hang out in Knockturn Alley are like this, and Claire doesn't think it's strange.

Claire thought of the group of bear wizards who were usually restless for a moment, frowning and enduring the garlic smell on Quirrell's body, smiled gloatingly, and then turned to the last page.

"My dear Claire, what made you suddenly want to be a first-class chef? Have you finally met someone who is willing to wash his hands and make soup for him? When Arthur learned that you wrote to me to ask me for cooking magic, Bet three Knuts that it must be Professor Snape."

Claire: "..."

She decided to write back to clear up the misunderstanding.

She took a deep breath and continued to read the letter.

"I raised an objection at the time, and by the way confiscated his private money of the three copper knuts."

here you go!Molly!

"In the future, you must have control over the family's funds, so that men don't talk nonsense."

When Claire saw this sentence, the image of Eric floating in the air wearing that indescribably tasteful fuchsia armor on TV immediately jumped out of his mind. He felt that this person did not seem to be very rich, and there should be no money that could be confiscated.

No, the one she was willing to make soup for was her future little Tom!

Well, let's limit Tom's pocket money from now on.

"The next entire page is the result of my painstaking research over the past ten years. I believe that with your ability, you will be able to learn it quickly. Come on!"

The corner of Claire's mouth twitched, a whole page?

When she turned the page and saw the densely written incantations on the entire page, she felt a little dizzy in her head.

When the owl ate and drank enough and spread its wings to fly away from Banner House, Claire had just read the spells correctly. She pasted the parchment full of culinary magic spells on the door of the cupboard, took a deep breath, and pulled out the Wand, staring at the paper, recited all these spells a little jerky.

She waved her magic wand, as if she was directing a large-scale symphony concert. Pans, spoons, and olive oil bottles all floated in the air. The meat in the pan was sizzling; the turkey and onions that Aunt Carly bought in the supermarket in the small town the day before also flew out of the refrigerator, and the eggs jumped out one by one. They hit the edge of the frying pan one by one in an orderly manner, and then flowed into the hot oil pan, the turkey crackled and fell into the unfried egg liquid, and the onions peeled off one by one, like snow flakes Sprinkle over top of turkey.

As more and more things flew out, Claire became more and more flustered. She smelled the smell of burnt oil and guessed that the oil was a little burnt. She immediately ordered the olive oil bottle to continue pouring oil into the pot. When there was a knock on the door, her hands shook, and there was too much oil.

She quickly turned off the fire, thinking that Aunt Carly had come back, and ran to open the door regardless of her oil-spattered pajamas. Cold air suddenly poured in from the outside, making her shiver. A familiar male voice has already asked: "Did you go and roll around in the kitchen garbage bag?"

The person outside the door was not Aunt Carly, but Eric who had taken off the peculiar fuchsia armor. He looked down at Claire who was wearing thin pajamas, took off his stand-up collar coat, and put Claire wrapped her tightly, pushed her into the room, and then entered by herself. With a random wave of her hand, the door automatically closed.

Wrapped in his overcoat, Claire looked up at him, his hair was still a little rainy, presumably it was still lightly raining outside, and he was only wearing a beige shirt, which propped up his well-shaped chest.

As long as we take off the purple armor, we will still be friends.

"Why are you here?" Claire asked.

"You forgot?" Eric glanced at her, "I said, I will come back to see you."

Claire curled her lips, but she didn't forget it, but she didn't take it seriously.

Who knows if this newspaper regular and state-wanted criminal is going to create new social headlines after saving the future of mutants.

After Eric entered the door, he first saw the unwashed breakfast plates on the dining table and the glass of milk that Claire hadn't drunk. Then he walked into the kitchen familiarly, and saw the empty refrigerator and the kitchen counter. Meat and vegetables, and unidentified objects soaked in olive oil in a pan.

"You..." Eric frowned and turned to look at Claire.

Claire shrank in Eric's stand-collar coat and said sullenly, "Get ready for lunch."

"This is?" Eric pointed to the pan.

"Frying pan," Claire replied.

"I mean what's in the pot," Eric asked.

"Uh..." Claire hesitated, "Soaked onions, turkey, and fried eggs?"

Eric: "..."

He looked at Clare, who was tucked into his coat, for a long time, tapped the corner of his mouth, what seemed to be a short laugh from his nasal cavity, and then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Claire poked her head out of her coat, looked at Eric and took out a new pan from the cabinet, then skillfully knocked on the eggs, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Eric turned his head and glanced at her: "Get ready for lunch."

Claire: "!!!"

A frequent visitor to the newspaper, a criminal wanted by the state, and a mutant radical, Eric Lanshere, made Claire a plate of black pepper beef tenderloin spaghetti, and put two candied eggs on it. The richest food that can be made from the ingredients that survived the claws of the devil.

Claire was skeptical about the food made by this person. She put Eric's overcoat on the back of the chair and sat down. After eating a spoonful, she managed to control the wind and cloud mode Opening, eating gracefully, chewing gracefully, and then said implicitly: "I can't tell, you are actually a good cook."

Eric's tone was very modest: "A person who has lived for many years will naturally do it."

Claire glanced at him and continued eating noodles.

"I actually cook South American food, French food, Turkish food, and German food," Eric continued.

Claire felt herself being mocked.

So she forcefully changed the topic to something other than cooking: "Where are Charles and Hank?"

"Charles has a slight injury and is being treated in New York," Eric replied.

"Injured?" Claire frowned, with a somewhat urgent tone, "Is it serious?"

Eric glanced at her: "You care about him?"

"Of course." Claire nodded, "The salary will be paid on the first of next month."

Eric: "..."

After half a minute of silence in the restaurant, Eric said: "It's nothing serious. He was crushed by the collapsed building for a while. Although he is a mutant, his physical fitness is not strong. He has been emptied by alcohol all these years, so he is a little weak. Afraid of causing disturbance among the students, I plan to recover in New York for two days before coming back."

Hearing that the leader is in good health and the salary will not be delayed, Claire breathed a sigh of relief and continued to eat noodles gracefully.

While eating, she thought about it, and decided to get the culinary art from Eric. After thinking about it for a long time, she turned the topic back to cooking. After holding back for a while, she asked: "Who is your culinary master?" ?”

Eric paused for a moment while eating, and then said: "South American cuisine, French cuisine, and Turkish cuisine were learned by myself when I lived in these countries, and German cuisine... I learned it from my mother when I was a child. "

Claire froze for a moment, then lowered her head, and poked the round sugar egg on the plate with a fork.

Family seems to be the last wound Eric wants to poke.

The restaurant fell into silence again. Elena squatted at Claire's feet, looked at the owner who was obviously depressed, and gave a weak "meow". Claire reached out and touched her head. Just as she was about to spit out her apology, she heard Eric on the opposite side said: "If you like, I can make it for you tomorrow."

Claire was taken aback, then nodded lightly with a smile: "Okay."

Eric's brows seemed to be loose too, his blue eyes fixed on Clare, and the corners of his mouth curled into an inconspicuous arc.

The atmosphere of the restaurant became lively again, as if the summer wind had blown away the precipitous spring cold, the air warmed up, and even the tense heart seemed to be like a thawed river, so happy that it could sing.

The two sat opposite each other to enjoy this tortuous lunch without talking, but they didn't feel any embarrassment. Everything was natural, as if they had lived together for many years.

Until there was another knock on the door, Claire put down the spoon, said to Eric, "Maybe my aunt is back", and hurriedly got up to open the door. Eric stopped her immediately, and in her puzzled eyes Standing up, she took off the overcoat that was draped over the back of the chair, and wrapped her whole body in it.

Claire was wrapped in that overcoat by him again, and looked up at him, the same pair of unfathomable blue eyes, but the color seemed to be a little more transparent, as if she was closer to the secret hidden inside.

She lowered her head again, tightened her coat tightly, turned and left the restaurant, and opened the door.

The cold wind pouring in from outside the house was blocked by the thick coat, but the one standing outside the door was still not Aunt Carly. She stared blankly at dozens of teenagers and girls, a little unaware of what happened.

"Ms. Lagerfeld!" The leader, Pietro, looked at her sincerely, "Please take us to Wyoming to climb the super volcano of Yellowstone Park!"

Claire: "..."

She blamed her for leading the wolf into the house the night before, so that even though she turned off her mobile phone, Pietro, who had already been to her house, led the other wolf cubs to find her house accurately and knocked on her door.

Claire laughed dryly, and then said, "I..."

As soon as she spoke, a thick and deep male voice sounded behind her: "I'll take you there."

Claire: "..."

Seeing Magneto's students behind Claire: "????!!!!????!!!!"

The author has something to say: The old Wansha smiled: "I will take you on a self-driving tour in California, I will take you to Universal Studios in Orlando, and I will take you to climb the super volcano in Yellowstone Park in Wyoming."

Pupils at Xavier School: "We choose death."

To conquer a woman, you must first conquer her stomach.

Lao Wan is very confident about this.

I'm thick this time, right?Love to compliment me! !