[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

It was already evening when Claire found the alumnus named Nils Senkovich. The orange-red sun was split by the pointed Gothic roof of the ancient city, and the sunset glow filled the dome. In this brightly colored small The town is covered with a warm golden sunset, and there are fewer people in the central market square than at noon. Only some tourists are taking a walk after dinner, setting up their cameras to take pictures of the night scene on the square.

Niels opened a small hotel called Gringotts on Groddzka Street. When Claire walked to the door of the small hotel with Irina in his arms, he looked at the low storefront and the dim oil lamp at the door. He wondered if the goblins at Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley would faint with anger when they saw such a shabby little shop.

She sighed, stretched out her hand to push the door, and a crisp bell sounded above her head. When she looked up, she saw a small bell embroidered with a lion's head hanging on the door. Elena meowed and jumped out of her arms. When she went out, she turned her head and saw a ten-year-old boy sitting behind the front desk, holding a plate of noodles, looking at her expressionlessly, and lazily said in fluent English: "There are only luxurious couple-themed suites. Two hundred pounds a night, I can't live with it."

Elena easily jumped to the front desk, leaned over to the little boy's noodles, sniffed them, and made a gurgling sound in her throat.

Claire snatched Elena back into her arms, just in time to see the Gryffindor school badge on the boy's large T-shirt, coughed twice, smiled and said, "I'm a wizard..."

The boy rolled the noodles with a fork: "The wizard has to pay for the hotel."

Claire: "I'm here to find Mr. Niels..."

"I know that Niels has to pay to stay in a hotel." The boy rolled his eyes and stuffed the fork with rolled noodles into his mouth.

Claire gritted her teeth: "Isn't it just two hundred pounds! I'll pay!" She took out a stack of pound notes from the inner pocket of the wizard robe, and the little boy immediately put down the dinner plate and counted the notes skillfully: "One, two, three... …A total of 25 ten-dollar notes, a luxury couple’s suite for one night.” As he spoke, he glanced at Claire, “Don’t you have a male companion?”

"No." Claire said.

"Oh." The boy nodded, with pity in his eyes, "It's really pitiful for a woman of your age to open a luxurious couple's suite by herself."

Claire: "... so old?"

"Well, I can reluctantly be your male companion." The boy said very seriously, "so that you won't feel empty and lonely like other women of the same age. I'm very lovable, and the fees are expensive. Just give me fifty pounds."

Claire: "... If there is still a charge, I don't need it. Please give me back my last fifty pounds."

The boy clicked his tongue and counted five banknotes to her: "Seeing how beautiful you are, I thought you were a rich witch, but I didn't expect you to be so poor."

"..." Claire thought about her savings in Gringotts, and confirmed that she was not poor, and had been ranked among the top three "richest witches" by the "Morning Prophet" three times in a row.

"What's your name?" Claire asked coldly.

"Paul Senkovich."

The corner of Claire's mouth mechanically raised an arc: "Have you enrolled yet?"

"Not yet, the admission letter I received this spring." Paul said, "I will go to Hogwarts to study in September. According to my father, our whole family is Gryffindor."

Claire reached out and touched the boy's head: "I suspect that your father held the wrong child in the hospital where you were born."

Paul: "???"

"I wouldn't be surprised if you went to Slytherin." Claire curled her lips, and she took the house key from Paul. "Please let me know when your dad comes back. I have something to ask him."

"He probably went for a walk in the square to take pictures, and he will come back later." Paul said, "Don't think about him, he is old and poor, and only this small hotel is left, and I will leave it to me in the future... "

Claire put the key ring on her index finger, and went upstairs with the key, and then heard Paul screaming: "Ah, ah, ah, my beef and salmon! Kitty, you only give me leftover noodles, what do you want me to eat!"

She raised her eyebrows, raised the corners of her lips, and began to hum "It's All Witches' Fault" leisurely.

Claire's luxury couple suite is in Room 302. The small hotel looks old and dilapidated on the outside, but the room is indeed extremely luxurious and complicated in Gothic decoration style. The bed is so big that at least five or six people can lie side by side. I can see the dazzling lights of the Textile Hall in the Central Square from a distance.

Claire stood on the balcony for a while, and was about to go downstairs to a nearby small restaurant for dinner. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a small door on the wall opposite the bed. She was a little curious, and went straight to the door and opened it. What came into view was a whip hanging on the wall of the inner room.

Claire frowned, why is there still a whip in the interior of the guest room?

She touched the light switch of the inner room at the door, and when she pressed it, the items displayed in the inner room were displayed in front of her eyes one by one.

Under the whips hanging on the wall, there was a row of red candles, but the candles were not lit. Next to the candlesticks was a wooden shelf. Claire had seen the abandoned gallows of Muggles, and felt that this wooden shelf was very similar to the gallows. On one wall, there are several kinds of hemp ropes of different thicknesses, and in the center of the room is a wooden horse with strange eyes under the light.

Claire's eyes widened and she took a step back.

This room is equipped with whips, ropes, and gallows. The wooden horse can be understood as a Trojan horse in Muggle mythology!

This inner room is completely a torture room!

Isn't it said that good Gryffindors are pure, enthusiastic, pure, and full of vitality!Why does a hotel run by a Gryffindor graduate have a torture chamber in it!

Claire's mind scrolled and played many documents about the persecution of wizards by the Muggle Holy See in the Middle Ages.

She went downstairs aggressively. Paul was eating dry noodles with a miserable expression. Elena, who was already full, was sitting next to him, washing her face with her front paws.

Claire slapped the table with one hand, Elena trembled, and jumped down the counter in a few steps, while Paul looked up at her.

She said seriously, "Is your father persecuting Muggles?"

Paul blinked in confusion: "???"

"I saw it." Claire said, "There are leather whips and ropes in that room, and there are actually candles. What do you use candles for? Is it possible that you are still watching the bloody bodies of persecuted Muggles eating candlelight dinners?" ?"

Paul: "..."

"There is still a Trojan horse!" Claire said angrily, "Are you going to divide the persecuted Muggle into several pieces and put them into that Trojan horse?"

While she was still talking, there was a jingling sound at the door, as if someone had pushed open the store door. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt someone brushing her shoulder and walking towards the stairwell. She turned her face , only saw the extremely tall back of the man, the familiar black gentleman's hat, and the familiar black long trench coat.

The man walked very fast, and before she could take a few more glances, his figure had already disappeared around the corner.

"Auntie, how long has it been since you came into contact with the Muggle world, no, even the wizarding world has these things!" Paul was still rambling in the back of her head, "And can you stop talking about blood dripping and A body divided into parts!"

Claire turned her head, frowned, thought for a while, and asked, "Is the man who just passed by a wizard?"

"How do I know?" Paul rolled his eyes, "Not every wizard will walk on the street in a wizard robe, and thanks to many people in Krakow wearing medieval costumes, no one will call the police after seeing you .”

"Is the wizard's robe strange?" Claire asked.

Paul supported his forehead: "I suggest you read more magazines in the Muggle world." He bent down and took out a thick stack of magazines from under the counter, selected a few English covers from it, and handed them to Claire, "I Dad's private collection, "Playboy", was secretly dug out by me, and he didn't know."

Claire looked down at the magazine's cover girl with bunny ears, one-piece swimsuit and black fishnet silk, pouting her butt, and frowned: "Is this a new trend in the Muggle world?"

Is the trend in the Muggle world less and less cloth?

"Also, please watch these videos about how to use the tools in the room." Paul found a few more videos from the counter and shot them in front of Claire, "My father's private collection."

"Your father actually hid instructions for using torture equipment." Claire frowned. "Are you sure your family really didn't graduate from Slytherin?"

"No!" Paul yelled, "my whole family is Gryffindor, true Gryffindor, if you compare my whole family with the evil Slytherin, you don't want to stay in my hotel today !"

Claire: "..."

Well, seeing Paul so angry is indeed very Gryffindor.

Claire went upstairs with the book in her left hand and the video tape in her right hand. Elena was agile and had already been waiting by the door. Claire moved the disc to the book, took out the key, and opened the door with difficulty. Magazines and CDs were thrown on the bed.

Claire flipped through the magazines first, and there were young girls with very little clothes posing in extremely seductive poses, some of which were not even covered. Seeing the perfectly curvy legs again, I praised the girl's figure in my heart.

The wizarding world is relatively conservative, and the dressing style of witches is just a few wizard robes with more unique shapes ordered in Diagon Alley. , must be pointed out by others.

Claire felt that it was a pity to hide her beautiful body in a large wizard robe. According to her observation, Professor McGonagall had a pretty good figure. Although Professor McGonagall was a little old, he was still tall and well-proportioned, but Professor McGonagall was always strict. She didn't dare to say to the other party, "You have such a good figure, should you consider wearing a short skirt?"

She flipped through these magazines in half an hour, and felt that these girls were too beautiful, so she took off her wizard robe and hung it on the coat rack in front of the door, revealing the White shirt and ankle-length skirt.

She held up her skirt and walked around the room, turned her gaze, and then saw the videotapes explaining the use of torture tools next to the magazine.

She knew that there were videotapes and projectors in the Muggle world. When she went back to the United States to visit Aunt Carly many years ago, Aunt Carly played a video for her. It was Audrey Hepburn's " "Roman Holiday", she still remembers the heroine's playful short hair, white shirt, and long umbrella skirt.

This was all she knew about Muggle dressing.

Claire rolled up her shirt sleeves and began studying the VHS in the room.

After another half hour, she gave up.

At this time, she heard the sound of the door opening from the balcony next door, so she walked to the balcony and looked towards the next door. The balcony next door was not far from her, and there was a white drainage pipe in the middle. A blond man Standing on the balcony, holding on to the wrought iron railing with one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, smoking while looking at the lights of the Textile Hall in the distance.

He is very tall, and his body is covered by a plain white shirt, and his raised shoulder blades and thin waist can still be seen.

The cigarette flickered between his fingers, like fireworks echoing the lights of the Textile Hall.

"Hey!" Claire put her hands on the iron railing of the balcony and shouted at him.

He turned his head, and in the dim light, Claire could only see the outline of his tough face and a pair of deep blue eyes.

She paused when she caught his eyes, then smiled and said, "Can I do you a favor?"

The author has something to say:

"Come on, let's watch a short movie together :)"

Yes, Kemei is a real magician who has no sex life.

After all, she is a top student who is dedicated to research, and it is very normal that she has never seen a Muggle sex toy. Of course, the brat Paul opened the door to a new world for her...

Went to see Little Spider today!Knock knock knock cute!But the second easter egg... really seems to be crying to the US team!I endured the strange eyes of Aunt Cleaning, and I was being educated by the US team QWQ