[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire floated the two beakers with her magic wand, and instead of going directly into the classroom, she turned around the corridor, walked to the garden in the atrium at the back of the house, and came to the window of the classroom near the garden.

The glass of this window was shattered before, and only a single aluminum alloy window frame remained standing on the window. Through this window, she could see Hank lying on several desks put together together, and a group of Talking about how to go to the Pentagon, rescue the professor and Pietro's plan around the TV.

Hank has regained his human form, with his two broken legs resting limply on the edge of the desk, his hands grabbing the hem of his clothes, the veins on the back of his hands are bulging, the sunlight slanting from the window behind him Slanting into the room, a clear winter afternoon light was reflected on the wall opposite him. He raised his eyes and saw a figure suddenly appearing on the opposite wall. He turned his head and met Claire's eyes.

Claire gave him a gentle smile, then waved her wand, and the two beakers filled with unknown liquid flew to Hank's head.

Hank: "..."

"This is an enhanced version." Claire said in a low voice, "I added a few herbs to the formula of a potion master. After you drink all of it, it will be back to normal in about an hour and a half."

"..." Hank glanced at the potion that was still steaming hot, "Can I ask... what flavors were added?"

"The tentacles of the Asian longhorn, the eyes of the praying mantis, and the slough of the viper," Claire replied.

Hank: "..."

"I know you're conflicted in your heart." Claire sighed, "Young man, why do you hide your illness like an old man?"

"...I just want to know, can I trust you... and your two cups of medicine?" Hank said with difficulty.

"If Charles was here, he would persuade you to drink it." Claire said, blinking.

Hank took a deep breath, and tremblingly stretched out his hands clutching the hem of his clothes to the beaker beside him. Just as his fingers touched the rim of the beaker, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and looked at Claire: "You Why don't you just walk in through the door, but give it to me from the window."

"Because I don't want those students to know." Claire said with a smile, "After I give you the medicine, I will go to the Pentagon first."

"Why do you ride there?" Hank asked, "I have a broken leg now, so I can't drive any flying tools."

"I have my method." Claire said, looking at the students who were watching the TV.

On the TV, Apocalypse was still announcing that he was about to start the trial of human beings, and the students just overturned the idea of ​​hijacking the passenger plane at the nearest airport, Warren snorted and said, "Wait until I call my driver to come over , pick us up to my home’s heliport", then reached into his trouser pocket, took out something that could barely be called a metal appliance.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly fumbled for their pockets, and what they found could no longer look like a mobile phone.

"Magneto doesn't even let his cell phone go!" Warren clenched his fists and put them on the desk next to him, "I will never forgive him!"

Claire smiled, shook her head, then looked at Hank, and said, "Apocalypse didn't take Psylocke away, he only has Eric, Charles, and Pietro by his side, and there is only one short of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse. The students pick one to be the fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse, so the fewer people who go, the better."

Hank frowned: "Then you..."

"I'm not a mutant, so I won't be restrained by him." Claire said.

Hank's eyes widened slightly, and he wanted to say something else. Claire had already floated one of the beakers, and the rim of the beaker directly touched Hank's mouth. Hank couldn't speak for a while, and could only stare at her.

"This is a secret, don't tell anyone else." Claire raised her eyebrows, then turned and left the window sill. She stepped on the stone brick path at the edge of the garden, carefully avoiding the plants that stretched onto the path, so as not to step on it. As soon as he walked to the corridor, he heard a scream from behind.

It was exactly the same as the scream she made when Madam Pomfrey poured Snape's potion.

She froze for a moment, then shook her head, it seems that the taste needs to be improved.

As soon as she walked into the empty corridor, she took out the wizard robe she wore when walking in Knockturn Alley from the bracelet, she changed her shoes back to flat suede boots, put on the wizard robe, and covered her head with a wide hood On her face, only her lips with bright red lipstick were exposed. She took a few steps towards the gate, and saw Lingdie with a dagger on her back turning out from the corner, folded her arms, and looked at her calmly.

Claire stopped and looked at her.

Lingdie seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking: "Are you going to die?"

Claire smiled: "Of course not."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course." Claire, "I have been lucky since I was a child. Many people say that I seem to be drinking Felicia all the time."

Lingdie didn't ask what the Felicity Potion is, but thought for a moment, and then asked: "Don't you think it's not worth it to intervene in such a difficult matter for Magneto?" She paused, then said, "Excuse me. Let me bluntly say, Magneto is not worthy of your sacrifice."

Claire laughed: "It seems that he has a pretty bad reputation. One of my students told me so."

"Whether in the eyes of humans or mutants, he is a very dangerous man." Lingdie said, "He is the savior of many mutants, but for the women who love him, he is a nightmare."

Claire shook her head: "You don't know him." She thought about it again, "Actually, I don't really know him either."

"The apocalypse who just wants to reshape the world and cleanse mankind is the one I must eliminate." She clenched the wand in her hand and said, "Although I am not an ordinary person, I was raised by ordinary people. My relatives, my friends, my..."

She reached out and touched her stomach.

There are still several layers of cloth between the palm and the abdomen, but it seems as if the life conceived in it has already been felt.

"This world cannot be cleaned if Tianqi says it needs to be cleaned," she said.

Now that the northern hemisphere has entered late autumn, the sun is already setting at five o'clock in the afternoon, and the white Pentagon is smudged with a faint golden layer by the setting sun.

At this time, the office staff of the Pentagon were all gathered in several large conference rooms, looking at the few people under the floor-to-ceiling windows, ia agents had already assembled on the roof, and the cameras of various TV stations were also aimed at the atrium, but the cameras There were no on-site reporters chattering before, only a thick and deep voice, which penetrated the audience and reached the ears of the spies crawling on the roof, and then spread it all over the world through the media equipment of the TV station.

"The world has been asleep for too long, and it's time to wake up."

After Tian Qi finished speaking, he turned his head sideways, looked at Charles who was still in a coma in the wheelchair, walked slowly to the side of the wheelchair, stretched out a hand, and pressed it on top of Charles' head.

I saw a touch of dark gray gradually spreading from the roots of Charles' hair. Charles' body trembled with the movement of the apocalypse, then raised his head, and opened his eyes suddenly.

At this time, a sound like the air burst suddenly appeared behind Tian Qi. He immediately noticed it and turned his head away. The space behind him suddenly twisted. A person in a black robe stepped out of the void, and a few golden hairs came out She was exposed under the hood, her lips were tightly pursed with red lipstick, and her jaw line was very charming. Just based on this half of her face, it was enough to conclude that this person was a very beautiful woman.

And she has already pulled out a small wooden stick from the wide sleeve robe, aiming at Tianqi's wrist, a golden light shot out from the tip of the stick, very fast, and hit Tianqi's wrist hard, causing him to press the finger on Charles' head The hand was forced to one side.

And Tian Qi didn't show any anger on his face, he just said calmly: "It's you."

It seems that he already knew that this person would appear at this time.

On the other side, Eric, who was restraining Pietro, only turned his head, looked at the black clothes, and frowned slightly.