[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

In late autumn, the town of West Chester can already feel the damp cold. There is no starlight on the dark blue sky, and a slightly hazy moon hangs alone. Most of the residents in the town are already asleep, and the lights Scattered and scattered, the only occasional sounds of slow footsteps of late-returning pedestrians and the whimpering of huskies sleeping in the neighbor's yard were the only sounds on the empty streets.

Claire was wearing a thick coat, sitting cross-legged on the roof, only thinking that if there were werewolves howling at the moon at this time, the scene would be more perfect, but there are no werewolves in the United States, only now there are no werewolves. Wolverine who knows where he is.

Eric was still wearing the fuchsia armor, sitting side by side with Claire on the roof. The two of them enjoyed the not-so-beautiful night view of the town. I heard from all over the world, talking about life in Xavier School, and even mentioned that I was almost scouted by scouts to act in a movie when I was riding a children's bicycle in Central Park when I was a child. If I really went there, maybe I was the same as Eric. It's a regular on TV.

Eric smiled when he heard this, and turned his head to look at her: "Going to play the kind of TV series that you and Ms. Jones often watch?"

"That's great." Claire narrowed her eyes with a smile, "It's not bad to act in my favorite TV series."

Eric smiled and shook his head, as if begrudgingly.

"Then what about you, why are you so keen on being on TV?" Claire asked with raised eyebrows.

Eric frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about the answer: "Actually, I'm not keen on it, probably most of the mutants live too depressively, so I want to use a way to spread the world quickly, so that humans can hear the truth about mutants. the sound of."

"Didn't you think about intensifying the conflict between humans and mutants?"

Eric hooked the corner of his lips, with a bit of disdain: "This issue is beyond my consideration."

Claire nodded: "This is in line with your style."

Eric looked at her. She was about to go to bed. She took off her makeup and her hair was blown a little messy by the wind. She was only wrapped in a thick coat outside the pajamas of the little dinosaur, which was far from her usual exquisite and bright appearance. But without the distraction of cosmetics, people can clearly see her eyes, blue eyes with a smile, on the dimly lit roof, it looks like another round of bright moon.

He smiled and asked her: "Do you know Tianqi?"

Claire nodded honestly: "I know."

"Would you say something like 'Eric you let me down'?" he asked again.

"No." Claire said.

Eric looked at her with a smile, and was just about to reach out to stroke her hair that was blown to her lips by the wind, when she said again: "I never had hope for you, so I won't be disappointed."

Eric: "..."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Claire seriously, while Claire looked back at him innocently. After a long time, both of them couldn't help laughing. Eric simply lifted the hood of her coat and turned her head Protected tightly, and the hand was put on her shoulder by the way, and slowly drew towards her.

Claire didn't seem to notice his movements, she followed his hand and leaned against his shoulder, so close that she could even hear the other person's breathing clearly.

She thought that when she saw Eric, as written in her novel, the volcano in her chest would erupt with hot magma like the scorching sun.Unexpectedly, in the end, it was calm as usual, like a river flowing quietly under the moonlight, peaceful and distant, with a warmth of around [-] degrees, ironing all parts of the body.

She didn't look at Eric, but asked, "Why did you drag me to the roof?"

A muffled laugh came out of Eric's throat: "Didn't Ms. Jones say that, did we laugh too loudly? Ms. Jones should be given a good rest."

When he said that, Claire could only cover her face.

But Eric didn't seem to know how she felt about jumping into a hole on the roof at the moment, but continued to dig into the question: "Have you never been in love before?" Before Claire could answer, he said, " Although it can be seen from the kissing skills, this is not necessarily the case."

Claire rubbed her eyebrows: "Isn't it great to dedicate the first half of my life to a magical creature and fail to fall in love?"

"Great," Eric agreed. "Greater than the first half of my life."

"Actually, there are people who have liked others." Claire thought for a while and said, "It's a senior."

Eric went quiet, as if listening to her carefully and looking forward to the follow-up.

In fact, this is really not a love story. She just entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, like all Muggle-born wizards, full of surprise and admiration for the magical world. She crossed the Black Lake by boat and walked through the long stairs. , was led by Professor McGonagall to the auditorium to attend the sorting ceremony. When she looked around the resplendent auditorium, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a platinum-blonde long-haired boy on the long table opposite.

At that time, Claire was only 11 years old. Apart from elementary school textbooks, she read "The Great Little Detective Nate" and "Peter Pan Peter Pan" the most. The teenager was so surprised that she forgot to blink her eyes for a moment, until a boy with greasy black hair walked past her with disgust in his eyes, and she suddenly came back to her senses.

When her name was read in the sorting ceremony, she hurriedly ran forward to put on the sorting hat, and heard the sorting hat say in her mind: "Oh, it turned out to be the girl from the Lagerfeld family, I still remember your father, that is a A very smart and proud boy, I almost sent him to Slytherin at the time, and you, where would you go, you are smart and studious, you seem to be a little strong, it seems that you also love learning when you are studying in the Muggle world , should follow in the footsteps of the ancestors of the Lagerfeld family to Ravenclaw."

At that time, Claire didn't have much idea about family inheritance, and didn't know what the four colleges meant. She looked at the platinum-blonde long-haired boy in the crowd, and said to herself, "Which college is he from? I want to go to that college." !"

"Oh? Isn't that Lucius from the Malfoy family? He's from Slytherin, you want to go to Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat seemed a little surprised.

"Then go to Slytherin!" Claire said in her heart.

"You... don't look like your father, you don't look like Slytherin." The sorting hat said with difficulty, "I won't sort you into Slytherin just because of you."

"why?"

"Because you'll regret it."

……

Later, Claire compromised and went to Ravenclaw, and this crush also ended in the final exam of the first semester.

She saw her name appearing in No.2 of the first grade ranking, and also saw Lucius Malfoy's name appearing in the last echelon of the sixth grade ranking.

She patted her chest at the time, but luckily she didn't go to Slytherin in a moment of madness, otherwise, as the Sorting Hat said, she would regret it.

Claire recalled this secret love that happened at the age of 11, and felt that it seemed to be a stain on her life, so she didn't speak for a long time, and Eric waited patiently for a long time until she heard Claire sighed faintly.

The smile in Eric's eyes narrowed, and he stared closely at the pointed chin exposed under the brim of Claire's hat and the pale lips without lipstick.

"Is it hard to say it again?" Eric said.

Claire nodded: "I don't want to think about it at all."

Eric's hands on her shoulders tightened slightly, his lips pursed, and he stopped talking.

"Tell me about you." Claire turned her head to look at him with a smile, "What about your story?"

Eric froze for a moment, then said, "My story..."

Claire blinked, but he fell silent again.

Claire thought he wouldn't speak again, but unexpectedly he continued: "It started in Dresden, which is the capital of Saxony and was once the capital of the Kingdom of Saxony. The Elbe River runs across it, and Baroque buildings abound. , when I was young, I ran in front of the princely porcelain murals, and I also flew kites in the Old Town Square. After the crystal night, the Jews were struggling in Germany, and my sister and I followed our parents to Warsaw, and then..."

What happened later can be found in history books.

When Claire went to Durmstrang School of Magic for academic exchanges, she met a student from Dresden. He brought a picture album of his hometown with him, a [-]-meter-long porcelain mural of princes and princes, located in the old The Church of Our Lady in the town square, and the former royal palace Zwinger, and then he told Claire that this Florence on the Elbe River had been destroyed by artillery fire as early as World War II.

And those Jews who left their homes and moved to Warsaw, Poland, thinking that they could live a new life as long as they could leave Germany, most of their final destinations were the smoky crematoriums in the concentration camps.

Claire looked at Eric, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you still have any memory there?"

"I'll never forget," Eric said with a smile.

Claire stretched out her hand, and gently stroked Eric's forehead with her fingers that were blown a little cold by the night wind: "Excuse me, can I read your thoughts?"

Eric was stunned and looked at her. She wasn't smiling at the moment, but the tenderness in her eyes didn't need any arc to reflect it.

He nodded, then reached out and covered the back of her hand: "OK."

They returned to the house from the windy roof, Elena was already lying on the bedside snoring and fell asleep, Claire turned the bedside lamp darker, and then walked lightly on the carpet, For fear of waking Elena up.

She found the storage suitcase from the closet, opened it and laid it flat on the carpet, pulled out her wand and undid the confusion spell on the surface, revealing the staircase leading to the ground.She looked back at Eric, who raised an eyebrow at her.

"This is..." as soon as Eric opened his mouth, Claire put her index finger on her lips and made a gesture of silence. She stood up, lit the fluorescent light on the tip of her wand, and walked up the stairs first. go down.

Eric didn't think too much, and followed her down.

During this period of time, Claire made some changes to the space in the box. Originally, there was nothing else in this space except for a few flickering wall lamps on the bare walls.

Claire remodeled the house into a rococo style, and the shelves holding her precious things are no longer bare iron shelves. They have become wooden, carved with intricate patterns, and pasted gold leaf on the depressions. A strange color was reflected by the light of the sapphire brooch.

And a huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the murals on the dome.Eric looked up. On the mural was a young man in battle armor, standing upright by the lake, beside him was a man in a black robe, and in front of them, a fairy was holding Sword, come on waves.This painting is different from the dome murals of ordinary churches, and it does not seem to be a story from the "Bible" or Greek mythology.

Claire also looked up and said, "Today's painting is Merlin helping King Arthur obtain the Sword in the Lake."

"Today?" Eric asked.

"Yes, randomly every day." Claire said, "Maybe tomorrow will be the Queen of the Lancelot Execution Ground."

Eric: "Looks like you've really been enjoying Merlin lately."

"I have fallen in love with other TV series." Claire said, walked to the door of the house, put her hand on the golden doorknob, and then turned to look at Eric, who was also watching looking at her.

She let out a breath, raised her hand and pressed the tip of the wand against Eric's forehead. Eric didn't change his face, but still looked at her, allowing her to slowly draw out a section of silver light.

Eric only felt a silver light flash in front of his eyes, and saw Claire push the door open with one hand, and throw the light behind the door with a magic wand in the other hand.

"This is..." He asked suspiciously, but Claire had already held his hand, and she backed up, pulling him into the door. She looked at Eric with a smile and asked, "Are you ready?" ?”

Eric suddenly remembered that the last time Claire took him to the Moon Valley in her memory, he also opened such a door. He had some premonitions, but he couldn't believe it. He just kept his face calm: "Get ready!" What……"

Claire narrowed her eyes with a smile: "Go home."

He followed Claire across the threshold, and his feet changed from a soft Afghan carpet to a hard stone road. He heard the sound of pigeons flapping their wings and flying away, and he heard people coming and going in the square, and they were talking about the things he was familiar with. Local Saxon German, talking about the limited edition taffy at the corner candy store, and going to the synagogue on the block tomorrow morning.

Suddenly, a voice that made him feel strange but familiar came from behind him.

"Marx!"

Claire only felt the hand in her hand tremble suddenly, and she was just wondering that a little boy wearing a peaked cap and overalls had quickly been thrown from behind her, brushed her shoulder, and ran towards a man in front of him. In front of the Jewish woman in a long shirt and skirt, she hugged the woman's thigh and acted like a baby with a childish voice.

Claire watched the interaction between the mother and the child, and then looked at Eric who was facing her face to face with his back to the pair of mother and child, but saw a stream of water slipping down from the man's usually deep and mysterious eyes. beads.

The author has something to say: Lao Wan, Claire took you home to meet your mother, are you moved?

Lao Wan can still see her mother, but Kemei can't. She doesn't have any memory about her parents.

Seeing that Kemei didn't want to talk about her first love, Lao Wan thought that Kemei's first love was too hard to remember, so he secretly drank a bottle of Shanxi old vinegar hehe!

I don’t know where Lao Wan’s hometown is in Germany. I only know that he was born in a Jewish middle-class family in Germany. It can be said that the family environment is very good, but the Jewish middle class is an important target of Nazi persecution. It can be said that Lao Wan had a happy childhood. Very happy, but after the Nazis came to power, they plummeted.Because I don’t know where Lao Wan’s hometown is, I wrote it as Dresden. This city is my favorite German city. Unfortunately, many buildings were destroyed during the bombing of Dresden. The Church of Our Lady is now Rebuilt with bricks left over from the original church.

Well, anyway, the private setting is like a mountain, so don't care so much~

besides!You bunch of demon kings!Do you really want to see py during pregnancy?

Actually, I want to see it too hehehe