[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

The lighting in the luxury couple suite is orange, with a bit of ambiguity and turbidity. Different from the gorgeous and noisy lighting night scene, this place is more secretive, more like a private collection suitable for one or two people.

Claire found an unopened bottle of wine on the coffee table in the living room. She glanced back and saw that the man was turning on the video tape projector with his back turned to her, and then he picked up a bottle of wine from the wizard robe hanging on the coat rack by the door. Draws his own wand.

She flicked her wrist lightly, and a series of inconspicuous silver light burst out from the tip of the staff. The light was like a rope manipulated by someone, wrapped around the cork of the wine bottle, and then pulled up, the cork The moment he was separated from the wine bottle, there was a "boo", the man in the bedroom turned his head and saw Claire with one hand behind him and the other hand holding the wine bottle. Elena put a paw on Claire's calf , the other paw grabs the wine bottle in her hand.

She shook the red liquid in the bottle, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Lanshere, would you like some?"

The man looked at the hand behind her calmly, then slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course, thank you."

There was a set of goblets on the coffee table in the living room. She picked two glasses and filled them with wine. Then she took one in each hand and mentioned it to the bedroom like a goblin in her yard. At this time, the man who claimed to be Lan Xie Al's man had put the videotape in the projector, turned on the TV screen, turned his head, and mentioned the full glass of wine in front of him to Claire.

He raised his eyebrows, but without making a sound, took the cup and sipped it.

But Claire was not as reserved as him. She raised her head, poured the wine down her throat, drank more than half of it, and then frowned: "It's too sweet."

"Sweet?" Lanshere smiled.

"Field workers, the taste may be stronger." Claire said, pouring the rest of the wine down her throat, but at this moment, the sudden groaning sound in the room startled her, and she almost choked on the wine arrive.

The groans continued, and at the same time, there were a few sounds of leather whips hitting the flesh. She immediately put the wine glass on the TV cabinet, took the paper towel handed by Lanshere and wiped the corners of her mouth, then looked at the sound The place where it was sent out - the TV set.

On the TV, a naked woman was tightly tied with a red rope, kneeling on the bed, and people outside the screen were whipping her back and buttocks continuously, leaving scars on her fair skin. There were red marks, and every time the whip was whipped, the woman raised her head and let out a cry, but the cry was not painful, and even resembled a woman's moan during orgasm.Claire could even see two contradictory expressions of pain and happiness alternately appearing on her face at the same time.

Claire stared at the TV screen, her eyes widened, while Lanshere held a glass of wine and looked at the TV screen without changing expression, as if she was not affected by the scene that surprised Claire at all.

"This..." Claire pointed at the TV screen and said incoherently, "Nils actually saved the torture video!"

Binding, whipping, and torture are common methods.

At this time, the man outside the screen put down his whip, and Claire was breathing a sigh of relief when she found that the man was holding a candle in his hand and walked into the TV screen. She thought that the next step was to extract a confession, but unexpectedly the man laughed , tilted the candle in his hand, the wax oil slipped from the candle, dripped on the woman's buttocks, and then quickly condensed.

Claire stared dumbfounded at the woman in the picture shrinking her body, and then said something in English almost sighing: "It's so comfortable."

Claire's eyes widened.

Comfortable?Would it be comfortable to be sentenced?But is there such a method as dripping wax oil in Muggle torture?

As she thought about it, she saw the man in the picture put the candle on the bedside table casually, then knelt down on the bed, holding the woman's waist with his big dark hand, and began to make a very primitive movement. All black, panting and moaning.

Claire: "..."

She never expected that the torture video would go in this way.

She turned her head to look at Lansheer, who was also looking down at her with a faint smile on her lips. Claire coughed twice and said awkwardly, "Ah... I didn't expect that either."

She went down and beat Paul up after a while.

"It's actually quite pretty." She turned her head and said with difficulty, "The heroine is quite pretty."

Playing with Paul's Daniels.

Claire used to think that there was nothing worse than being in class at Hogwarts but the students fought and she was the only injured person. Until now, she didn't know that she asked the tenant next door to turn on the video recorder for her. However, together with the tenant next door, he unexpectedly saw a primitive movement of human beings.

Although she read three "Playboy" books in half an hour, she thought she knew something about Muggles, but she didn't know that there was a category of movies in the Muggle world called "For Adults."

Mr. Lanshere laughed, took a sip of his drink, and said, "Not pretty enough."

When Claire heard him finally speak out, she felt that the embarrassment in the air had dissipated a little. She exhaled a breath, and then smiled and said, "The heroine is not beautiful enough? How bright is this hair, how thin is her waist, how long are her legs, and her voice It sounds good, but it sounds even more intoxicating, she is not beautiful, there are more beautiful ones?"

But Lanshere didn't answer any more, just looked at Claire with a smile, then lowered his eyelids slightly, covering his blue eyes with eyelashes, raised his chin slightly, and took a sip of his wine.His drinking posture was very reserved, much more elegant than those wizards who often hang out at the Pig's Head Bar. When he swallowed his drink, his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down. It was only a few seconds, but it made people feel hot for no reason.

Claire looked away, picked up Elena who was circling at her feet, and glanced at him again.

Although he didn't show any particular interest in Elena, and didn't say anything to Claire, Claire was [-]% sure that he was the person she had met on Florianska Street before, but she knew from his I can't feel any magical fluctuations on my body, this is not a wizard, so what is it?

It wasn't until the lights of the Textile Hall were extinguished and the tourists in the Central Market Square dispersed that Nils Senkovich returned to the Gringotts Hotel with an old-fashioned Leica camera in his arms. He was a middle-aged man with a beer belly. With the same short ginger hair and full beard as Paul, he has exactly the same temperament as the butterbeer lovers in the Hog's Head Bar.

Claire was crossing her arms at that time, leaning against the chair behind the counter, squinting at Paul sitting opposite her: "I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and as a professor, I have The right to confiscate your illegal items."

"But I didn't bring it to school!" Paul said angrily.

"You have no right to argue. I know you will take it to school and spread it among your classmates. It may cost three to five copper knuts to rent out for a day." Claire said with a smile.

Paul lowered his head and acquiesced.

Claire laughed, straightened up, and flicked Paul on the head, and when he heard Paul gasp in pain, she smiled, and said, "Study hard after school starts, don't mess with Slytherins Dean Nepe, don't go to play Quidditch. If you want to make money, you can find the Weasley twins in Gryffindor. I think they are the most economically savvy of the Weasley family. They may make a fortune with pranks in the future get rich."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the bell on the hotel door ring. She turned her head and saw Niels holding the camera in one hand and the doorknob in the other. She immediately stood up and asked, "It's Niels." Senior!"

Niels blinked: "You are..."

Paul took out half of his head from under the counter: "Dad, Claire hid your secret..."

Claire smiled and pushed his head back, and said, "I'm Claire Lagerfeld, and Principal Dumbledore should have mentioned me to you."

Niels suddenly realized: "You are Edward's daughter Claire, so you are..."

"Follow the footsteps of my father before his death." Claire said.

Niels nodded: "In this case, you should stay here first. You should be very tired from the long journey. We will talk about your parents tomorrow." He said, looking at Paul, "Paul, if I remember correctly, There are still rooms on the third floor, a couple's suite for [-] pounds a night, let Claire live in it."

"One hundred pounds a night?" Claire narrowed her eyes and looked at Paul.

After experiencing ten times the price to buy a map, she experienced double the price to stay in a hotel. The former is the cruelty from the Muggle world, and the latter is the malice of fellow wizards.

"Hey, it hurts to talk about money. We all graduated from Hogwarts. Paul is going to Hogwarts this year. We are all alumni." Niels said with a smile and waved his hand, "No Take money, don't take money."

Paul: "..."

Claire smiled and said, "I won't delay senior Niels's business, but I still hope that Paul can return me the extra one hundred pounds he charged me."

When Niels heard this, he blinked his eyes, but knowing his son's peeing nature, he immediately reacted and glared at Paul.

Paul pouted, opened the drawer of the counter, and muttered while counting the money: "It's because Dad always gives people free at every turn, that's why our family is so poor."

Niels gave a dry smile and coughed twice.

Paul snorted, turned out the registration book, and revised Claire's check-in record. Claire looked at the registration book a few more times and found that the first few lines of her name were the registration information for Room 301 next door.

Room 301: Eric Lanshere.

Eric?

So his name is Eric?