[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire was sure that she was right.

This spell is a common spell, not only for adult wizards, but also for students in the whole school. The defense against the dark arts in the second grade is about teaching the etiquette of wizard duels to young wizards. The students in the lower grades have not learned more advanced ones. Offensive spells, so the whole classroom is full of unconscious ground and armor protection, she has read it too many times, and she has already memorized it by heart.

The stunned man in Eric's memory had sufficient magic power, fast speed, and stable direction, and the spellcaster did not recite the spell when he used it, which proved that the spellcaster was an adult wizard.

After seeing the reeds, he suddenly shot a faint shot, hitting the German soldier who was about to shoot the young Eric. In an instant, Claire's mind flashed countless thoughts. She was surprised that it was a wizard, and then she was puzzled by the fact that wizards interfered with Muggles. Finally, she remembered what Niels had told her.

"Most of the Jews in Poland died in concentration camps during that war, so every time I see a Jew, I wonder if he escaped from that brutal massacre, and Auschwitz concentration camp is not far from Krakow. Cobh is not far away, so when I saw a ten-year-old Jewish boy following Edward, I took a second look and had some impressions."

A Jewish boy with his father in Krakow, near Auschwitz.

When she was in Krakow, with this hope, she visited the Jewish quarter of Krakow, but found nothing. On the way to visit the last Jew who might have a clue, she met Eric and asked him Live that Jewish boy living in Krakow and finally...

In the end Eric shifted the subject lightly.

"You've seen wizards before, right?" Claire stared at Eric closely.

Eric looked at her calmly, and didn't answer, in fact, he didn't need to answer, the fainting scene that appeared in his memory proved everything.

"You escaped before the Soviet Red Army liberated Auschwitz, and you were rescued by a wizard on the way to be chased by guards." Claire finished speaking for him, her eyes widened slightly, and the sockets of her eyes turned red quickly, "Is that wizard called Edward Lagerfeld?"

Eric looked at her in silence for a long time before saying, "I didn't know they were wizards at the time."

He stretched out his hand, gently wiped the tears from the corners of Claire's eyes, and stroked her somewhat messy hair behind his ears. He lowered his voice and said, "I didn't even know who they were until the end. Felt like they were mutants, but not quite, but I couldn't define them in terms of other races, only as mutants who needed a stick to wield their power. Until you just said, wizards."

"That boy was indeed you," Claire said.

"It's me." Eric replied.

"From the moment I asked you, you already knew that the person I was looking for was you." Claire said firmly.

"Yes." Eric replied shortly and directly.

"Then why..."

"I don't want you to know, Claire." Eric took a step closer to Claire, lowered his head, and gently kissed Claire's teardrop eyelashes, "so when we were in Krakow last night, I told You, after returning to the world of ordinary people, don't come back."

Claire stared at Eric, trembling slightly: "Is the disappearance of my parents related to you?"

"It's none of my business," Eric replied.

"Then can you tell me..." As soon as Claire opened her mouth, Eric cut off her words gently: "Sorry."

He looked down at Delair, his blue eyes flashing with unknown emotion: "Isn't this what you dreamed of before, to live a peaceful and ordinary life as an ordinary person?"

Claire tightened her grip on the hem of her shirt.

Eric held her clenched fist, and gently pressed his warm palm against the back of her hand, and stretched out her fingers one by one, stroking the dent in her palm that was pinched by his nails .

"It's getting late, go to bed early, I'll come see you next time." Eric kissed her forehead, "This time, please serve some snacks."

The next day, Claire was late for the first time.

When she walked into the classroom with her high heels, it was 10-[-] minutes past the class time. All the students were sitting in their seats in an orderly manner, some were reading books, and some were sleeping on their stomachs. When they heard the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes coming from the door of the classroom, they all sat up straight and turned their heads towards the door.

Claire is still wearing a pearl white professional dress, wearing high heels of the same color, and wearing an orange fur-collar coat. Her makeup is exquisite and bright, but anyone can see a little tiredness in her eyes. She scanned the Walking around the classroom, he smiled and said, "I'm really touched that you didn't run around."

She saw Pietro sitting in the front row with a black peaked cap on his head, and raised her eyebrows: "Student Maximov, you are wearing a hat to block the students in the back row, do you want to take off the hat?" ?”

Pietro blinked hard at her.

She raised the corners of her lips, then put her bag on the desk, opened the textbook, and said in a rambling manner: "It's getting harder to get up after the cold weather, so I'm sorry for delaying you for 10 minutes. Later, I will apologize to the principal and ask him to deduct my salary."

She glanced under the podium and saw Pietro raised her right hand high. She raised her chin and asked, "Is there any problem with Maximov?"

Pietro said, "What if we missed our 10-minute class?"

Claire put her hand on her chin and meditated: "Well... this is a big problem. If the final exam is not good, and the principal thinks that my teaching level is not good, then it's not good. How about it..." She raised Looking at all the students, he smiled and said, "How about we collectively make up lessons for 10 minutes after school?"

The classroom fell into a deathly silence. Ten seconds later, all kinds of balls of paper attacked Pietro from all directions. Warren, who was sitting in front of him, even picked up his pencil case and turned to face him. Head shot away.

Seeing this, Claire smiled, waved her hands, and said, "Okay, I'm just kidding, everyone, don't get too excited, you guys want to leave school early, I want it more than you guys."

The classroom finally became quiet, and all the students looked at the podium obediently. Only Pietro, who had just put his hands on his head, let go of his hands, glanced at the podium and the surroundings, and made sure that he was finally safe. He patted the ground and picked up the books that were spread out on the desk.

Claire narrowed her eyes: "But Pietro will stay and clean the classroom."

Pietro looked up at her in shock, only to see that she raised her eyebrows slightly, but the tiredness in her eyes faded away anyway.

Claire was temporarily relieved by the noise in the classroom. She rubbed the space between her brows and let out a breath. Just as she turned over the seventh chapter of "The Gospel of John", her hand suddenly stopped.

Not only her, but all the students sitting in the classroom opened their eyes and clenched their teeth.

Claire leaned on the podium with one hand and rested her forehead with the other. She felt a sharp pain flash in her head, and then heard Charles' voice in her head: "Claire, take the students away!"

She shook her head vigorously, closed the textbook abruptly, and was about to tell the students to follow her immediately, when the classroom glass suddenly exploded with a bang, and she reflexively pulled out her wand, but found a Hua, the next moment, she had already appeared at the bus stop outside Xavier School, she raised her head, only to see a black peaked cap falling vertically from mid-air.

She waved her wand, lifted the hat with the Levitation Charm, and moved it to her hand.

It seems that someone broke into the school, so Charles suddenly invaded her mind and asked her to take these students away, but these students did not know where they got the news before her and started to act. Before coming over, she was taken away from the school.

only……

Claire looked at the peaked cap in her hand.

He was so fast that he knocked off his hat.