[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

This was the first time that Claire saw the real Dresden that had not been affected by the war.

What she saw from the picture book in the hands of Durmstrang students more than ten years ago were only the lines and colors frozen on the paper, but what Eric brought back to his memory was a vivid Elbe River on Florence.

She followed Eric on the cobbled square in the old city, surrounded by passers-by in clothes that were fashionable at the time, passing by them, but no one noticed them, but In Claire's eyes, these people are all gray and white without exception, only the mother and child in front of her are colored. She can clearly see the bow on the woman's dark red felt hat and the golden brown under the hat. She was tall, with a very straight back, and her steps were neither big nor small. Although Clare only had a back view in her eyes, she could already tell that she was a very beautiful and elegant woman from the back view.

The little boy is not very honest, he used his feet to step on the moss emerging from the cracks in the stone slabs, and stared at the gray pigeons that flew down to the square for a while, even young people passing by on bicycles could easily attract his attention No matter what, he held his mother's hand firmly, and his short legs in overalls followed her step firmly without falling behind.

Claire looked at Eric, Eric had quickly adjusted his state at this time, just staring straight at the mother and child, the hand that was originally held by Claire held Claire's tightly instead, with some force, It can be felt that his heart is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface at this time, but Claire did not make a sound. She knows that Eric at this time wants to savor this memory slowly by himself.

Probably because the time interval between this memory is too long, the scene centered on the mother and child is the clearest, but in the distance, no matter whether it is a person or a building, there is only a vague outline left, but you can vaguely see those The towering spire and the flock of pigeons flying around the spire.

Claire was led by Eric until she walked to a certain alley in the city. She watched the woman open the door and led the boy into the house until their figures disappeared from Eric's memory. The not-so-spacious street finally took on its original color.

It wasn't that Eric had forgotten the original street scene, but that when the woman and the boy appeared, the colors in his memory were all concentrated on them.

Claire stood in front of this house with a garden. Through the black iron fence, she could clearly see the purple gentian flowers blooming in the yard. There was a cobblestone path among the flowers, which meandered straight to the gate and the roof. There was a sparrow standing on the floor, chirping. When the woman pushed open the window on the second floor to put away the coat hanging on the balcony, the sparrow flapped its wings and flew up from the eaves, and then flew over Claire's head. .

Claire looked away and saw the nameplate at the gate of the small garden: Eisenhart.

"Behind this box is a park in the middle of the street." Claire heard Eric say beside her. She turned her head slightly, and the corners of Eric's mouth were raised at an angle, which was a little different from the usual perfunctory uplift. The blue eyes in his eyes The color became much lighter, and the tears that burst out of his eyes unexpectedly seemed to take away the darkness that had covered the pupils for many years.

"I've ridden a bicycle there too." Eric said with a smile in his voice.

Claire also smiled: "Could it be because I didn't meet a scout when I was riding a bicycle in the middle of the street park, so I was so obsessed with appearing in the major media later?"

Eric glanced at her, didn't make a sound, just laughed.

At this time, the little boy with the peaked cap led a little girl who was slightly younger than him into the yard. The girl seemed to be walking unsteadily, holding a red leather ball in her arms, bouncing around with the little boy Jump and run all over the yard.

"That's my sister," Eric said. "She loved the red ball. She took it with her when the family hurriedly packed up and went to Warsaw. Then the family was taken to a concentration camp. , all valuables in the house were confiscated, and even this ball, which was less than one mark, was not returned to her."

Claire looked at the little girl who was lying on the lawn and still clutching the ball.

"When she entered the concentration camp, she was still young and lived in the women's prison with her mother. She didn't understand anything. She saw a few German officers stumbling up while playing with the red ball, and then..."

Eric stopped suddenly, as if he couldn't speak anymore, and Claire held his already cold hand instead.

"Dresden is your happiest memory," Claire said. "Don't think about that."

Eric said, "I can't forget it."

He turned his face and looked down at Claire: "Claire, whether it is Dresden or Auschwitz, I will never forget them. These memories have tortured me for decades, and I can still see them when I do them." The way my sister’s small body hangs on a German soldier’s bayonet, she was like a little princess when she was a child, she would pull the corner of my clothes and let me take her to buy candy, but at that time it was like a bayonet Rag dolls, dirty hands dangling in mid-air."

"And my mother, in front of my eyes, was held to the head by a German with a gun. Shaw forced me to learn to control the coin, otherwise I would kill her. The more I panic, the more out of my control the coin is. , I just watched that man pull the trigger." Eric said, his eyes getting redder and redder, "Claire, I can't forget, I can't forget my sister's death, and my mother's death. Look at my eyes, I have lived in these memories for decades, chasing those Germans who escaped the death penalty like a mad dog all over the world, so I can't forget it, I will never forget it."

Seeing him getting more and more excited, Claire took her hand out of his palm, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly.

The armor on his body was cold and hard, and it still hurt when it was knocked under his ribs, but Claire felt that what Eric needed most at this moment was probably a hug.

Eric was silent, put his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"However, I still want to thank you." Eric said, "If it weren't for you, I almost forgot what my mother was like when she was young."

Claire's face was pressed against his sternum, and when she raised her head, she could see his Adam's apple sliding up and down. She smiled: "Well, it's beautiful."

After a while, Eric responded with a smile: "I thank you for your compliment on her behalf."

Holding hands, they walked out of Erik's alley together, along the main street, and walked together to a bridge over the Elbe. Clare could see the private boats moored on the river bank, and the rows of people on the river bank. In a Baroque-style house, teenagers in summer wear white short-sleeved shirts, ride black bicycles, and ride across the bridge with a smile, speaking a Saxon dialect that she doesn’t understand. There is a cinema on the opposite bank. A poster for the movie "La Traviata" by Greta Garbo stands.

The buildings outside these scenery are only left with a virtual outline, which represents those categories that no longer exist in Eric's memory.

Claire walked to the entrance of the cinema, looked at the poster of Greta Garbo, and said with a smile, "I don't know if I can watch a movie in this cinema."

"Can't see it," Eric said.

Claire tilted her head to look at him: "Are you so sure?"

"Of course." Eric said, "Because I haven't seen it and I don't remember it, so you can't see it either."

"You haven't seen "La Traviata"!" Claire screamed exaggeratedly, "Back then Greta Garbo and Robert Taylor were very popular because of this movie! Even I have watched it, how could you have not seen!"

Eric raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it weird?"

"Well, if it's you, it's not surprising." Claire shrugged, "I really can't imagine what you look like when you watch a romance movie."

She jumped down from the steps of the movie theater, but was quickly embraced by Eric, who put her down gently, and said in a dangerous tone: "Did you forget what else is in my belly?" gone?"

"I have thousands of books in my stomach." Claire patted her slightly protruding abdomen, "Call him Booker, he will definitely be very knowledgeable in the future."

Eric ruffled her hair, but smiled.

The two left the cinema. Eric thought about it and said, "Actually, I've seen romance movies."

This made Claire feel strange, she looked at Eric curiously: "What did you see?"

"I forgot the name." Eric frowned, "It seems to be a boring love story between a princess with short hair and a poor boy."

"That's "Roman Holiday"." Claire exclaimed, "It's boring, this is obviously a very cute story!"

"Okay," Eric admitted, "I actually fell asleep right after the movie started."

Falling asleep watching a romantic movie should be something Eric can do.

Claire rolled her eyes and asked again: "Then why did you watch 'Boring Love Story'?"

Eric thought about it seriously: "I went to see it with my girlfriend at the time."

"Girlfriend?" Claire blinked.

"That was a long time ago," Eric said, "I've forgotten what she looked like, we dated briefly, and then she saw me use my powers, knew I was a mutant, and screamed ran away, and I haven't seen her since."

He said, turning his head to look at Claire: "Since then, I have known that there can be no intersection between mutants and humans in any form."

Claire nodded, and stopped talking. She walked forward silently, side by side with Eric, and then heard Eric ask softly: "Would you mind?"

Claire looked up at him, "No, I was wondering if you would be sad at the time."

Eric was taken aback.

"You were young back then, the girl you liked ran away screaming because she knew she was a mutant, this feeling..." Claire shook her head.

She heard such stories a lot in the wizarding world. Not every Muggle can accept the fact that the other half is not human. Muggles who believe in Christianity are more resistant to wizards. Many wizards who fell in love with Muggles ended up The ending is to give the lover a forgetfulness with tears in his eyes, and then completely disappear in the other's world.

As she thought so, Eric also looked at her, frowning slightly.

After a while, he said, "It's over."

Claire nodded when she heard the words: "Well, it's over." She was about to pat Eric on the shoulder, but she heard Eric say again: "Forget about him."

Claire: "???"

"Forget about him." Eric said, took her hand and walked forward.

Claire was at a loss, forgot who?

She walked forward with Eric in a daze, thinking about who the "he" in Eric's mouth was, and when she raised her eyes, she found that they were already close to the buildings with only outlines left. Seeing the outlines of those buildings gradually deform, Eric quickly grabbed Eric, and Eric looked back at her with doubts in his eyes. At this time, those outlines had been completely distorted and turned into an empty reed field.

"This is?" Eric looked around, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

Claire also raised her head, looking at everything in front of her.

This is a barren and empty reed field. The wind blows the reeds and shakes gently. You can also hear the gurgling of the river not far away, with the sound of spray hitting the pebbles on the river bed, as if it is beside a shallow beach.

"It should be that I accidentally pulled out another memory." Claire said, she had no intention of peeking at Eric's other memories, so she looked at Eric, ready to take him away from here.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and Claire turned her head reflexively, only to see that the reeds behind her were snapped open, and a ragged boy emerged from the reeds. There was only one tattered leather shoe left, and the other foot was bare, covered with scars from stones. Panting for breath, he pushed aside the reeds that were taller than him, and ran forward with difficulty.

Claire watched him run past her, and while she was wondering, she suddenly heard a middle-aged male voice saying in German, "Don't run!"

She carefully caught the sound of a bullet being loaded, and immediately realized what it was, and the bullet had passed through the reeds and shot straight at the boy's head. The boy also reacted, turned around in a hurry, and raised his right hand to aim The direction the bullet came from, the bullet turned a corner in mid-air, but it didn't turn too completely, but lowered the angle and shot into his thigh.

With a muffled grunt, he fell down on the rocky beach, and his knees hit the hard stones hard.

Claire involuntarily took a step closer, only to find that Eric had already grasped her hand.

She turned back to look at Eric, Eric's eyes were a little gloomy, as if he was thinking about something.

There was a rustling sound from the reeds, and a man in a black Nazi SS uniform came out of the reeds, looked at the boy lying on the ground, and laughed, "Now what do you do?" Run, Mr. Xiao said, since you are not used by him, then give me the right to execute you on the spot."

The boy turned his head and looked at them, his blue eyes were filled with hatred that could almost turn into a sharp knife.

The man smiled and said, "It's useless for you to look at me like that. I've received many such looks." He raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at the boy's head, and pressed his finger on the trigger.

Claire looked at the scene in front of her, and her heart almost reached her throat.

Although she knew that Eric must have escaped this catastrophe, she couldn't help becoming nervous, for fear that he would suffer other tortures, and just when the man was about to pull the trigger, a yellow light suddenly shot out from behind the reeds, He patted the German soldier on the back, the German soldier stared, the rifle was thrown out of his hand, and the people who followed him fell limply to the ground.

And Claire's eyes widened.

The next moment, the whole scene turned completely black. She seemed to be pulled from the back by something, and she quickly stepped back. When she saw the light again, she and Eric had returned to the rococo style. In his room, the door was still ajar, but there was nothing outside the door.

She turned her head abruptly, grabbed Eric's wrist, and said eagerly: "That's a faint! You've seen wizards before, haven't you!"