[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

It's not the first time Claire has come to the Magic Congress.

Many years ago, she was invited by the International Association for the Protection of Magical Creatures to give lectures on the living conditions of magical creatures in magic schools all over the world. Today, he also gave birth to Tyronn Scamman, the grandson of the famous mystical biologist Newt Scamman.

In the whole world, there are almost no wizards who do not know Newt Scamman. His book "Where Are Fantastic Beasts" can be said to be the bedside reading material of many wizards. From childhood to adulthood, Claire even dared to pat his chest and promise to mention it. A magical creature that she could instantly tell on which page of the best-selling book this magical creature appeared on.

And Tyron Scarman, like his grandfather, loved magical creatures since he was a child, but his personal experience is exactly the opposite of Claire's. He was born in England, studied in the fourth grade at Hogwarts, and then transferred to his grandmother's. He studied at his alma mater, the distant Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After graduation, he worked in the Registry of Magical Creatures of the Magical Congress of America. A few years later, he became the Minister of the Department of Protection of Magical Creatures.

And the reason why he chose to study at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is very simple, because every time his grandmother sang a song praising Ilvermorny, his grandfather would say, "Obviously Hogwarts is the best school of wizardry and wizardry". When two people are in love, this kind of petty dispute can be called fun, but after so many years of marriage, the two parties have become old men and old ladies, and the fun has become a life-and-death struggle. The battle finally ended with the grandfather smiling sullenly and raising his wand end.

He could even find a shy boyish expression on his grandfather's wrinkled face.

very scary.

"Ilvermorny is far away, so I don't have to watch them play out in front of me all the time the drama that I'm already familiar with the ending." Tyronn answered Claire's question in this way, "And I'm also very curious, Huo Gwartz or Ilvermorny, which school is the best."

After Claire finished Ilvermorny’s speech, she was invited by Tyron to visit the Department of Magical Creatures Protection of the Magic Congress. There are not only many famous magical biologists, but also many extinct magical creature specimens. Claire was invited, glad to go.

The headquarters of the Magic Council is located in the Woolworth Building. On the surface, this is a skyscraper where Muggles live, but after using magic and entering an entrance with an owl mark, you will find a new world.

Claire came to the Magic Congress for the first time, and was led by Tyron. Along the way, she met many hurried staff members. Those who knew her would greet her. At that time, the Minister of Security of the Magic Congress was a fan of magical creatures. After she came, he went to the office of the Department of Magical Creatures Protection to chat with her for ten minutes.

But this time, she was surrounded by twelve fully armed Aurors, and all twelve magic wands were aimed at her. As long as she moved a little, a spell would hit her immediately, and her own magic wand, It has also been confiscated as criminal evidence.

The hood of her wizard robe had slipped off her head, revealing slightly messy blond hair. She smoothed the hair that fell to her forehead, then retracted her hand and looked forward.

The lights in New York are bright at night, and all kinds of lights are reflected on the ground that has not yet dried out, reflecting a different kind of prosperity. People are coming and going on the street, and cars are ringing endlessly, but no one has noticed that this building has been erected for dozens of years in New York. In front of the skyscraper in [-], a dozen oddly dressed people walked up.

Claire raised her head and saw the owl mark above the entrance at a glance. There was no emotion in her eyes, but she just lowered her head again, lifted the feet of the wizard's robe, and stepped up the steps.

"Mr. Lagerfeld, it's just rained, so watch out for slippery feet," said the Auror behind her.

She turned her head, saw a still immature face, and smiled: "Thank you."

The young Auror saw her smile, rubbed her hair a little embarrassedly, and followed the stairs.

Claire has an easy-going personality, and she can have a few words with anyone. Before, the battle of twelve wands pointing at her made her feel a little serious, so she kept silent, but once she opened her mouth, the conversation came naturally went on.

"How old are you today?"

"twenty."

Claire nodded: "It seems that he just graduated from Ilvermorny."

"Two years since graduation!" replied the young Auror.

"Wow! Not bad." If it weren't for the twelve wands pointing at him, Claire would have patted the young man on the shoulder, "I have already passed the Auror test after only two years of graduation. As far as I know, the United States The Auror tests are very strict."

The young Auror chuckled, and then said: "A few years ago, when Mr. Lagerfeld gave lectures at Ilvermorny, I also went. Unfortunately, I failed the test of the Ministry of Protection of Magical Creatures, so I couldn't go... ..."

Before he finished speaking, the older Auror who was walking in the front coughed twice, he immediately fell silent, and then looked at the elder's back with terrified eyes.

Seeing this, Claire smiled and nodded: "Many years ago, magical creatures were an unpopular subject. I didn't expect someone to take the initiative to visit the Department of Magical Creature Protection." She paused, "Is Minister Scarman not here?"

Before the young Auror answered, the older Auror coughed twice to warn the younger generation and said in a blunt tone: "Minister Scamman took his bird magical creatures to rain all over the world, and it may take some time before he comes back. "

Claire: "..."

She almost forgot that Apocalypse had a global live broadcast to give her speech, that is to say, as a wizard, she was exposed to the TV sets of people all over the world.

Large-scale oblivion is too labor-intensive, and the rain formed by the large-scale bird magical creature to drop the oblivion potion is the fastest and most effective method.

Claire saw the thunderbird flapping its wings and hovering over the Pentagon when the heavy rain just arrived, so at that moment, she guessed that this rain was not ordinary rain, and it was very likely that the venom of the winged demon was used A forgetting potion made from the material.

At that time, countless ideas flashed in her mind to take Eric to escape the heavy rain, but before these ideas were implemented, she had already been taken away by the twelve Aurors of the Magic Council who appeared suddenly.

The heavy rain stopped not long after, and when I turned my head from the Woolworth Building, I could still see commentators from various news media appearing on the LED screens of the opposite building, reporting on the apocalypse event, and among them was Claire who was very The familiar "New York Times" reporter James Fassbinder, he still has an extremely exaggerated reporting style, standing in front of the Pentagon, holding a microphone in one hand and a camera tripod in the other, as if he was working hard at a girl idol concert. The otaku called said hoarsely: "Apocalypse has been defeated! Human crisis has been lifted! On this day! Please remember these three people! Magneto! Professor X! Quicksilver!"

Three photos appeared on the screen, a handsome man wearing a purple helmet with cloudy eyes, a handsome man sitting in a wheelchair with gentle eyes, and a bald man wearing a punk and make-up.

When Claire was escorted by twelve Aurors to the residence of the Magic Congress, she couldn't help laughing when she saw the news, but when she saw the drenched man holding the helmet in the live video, she turned up. The corner of his mouth was put back again.

She turned her head and stopped watching the live reports about the apocalypse. Instead, she lowered her head slightly and walked into the entrance with the owl mark.

The interior of the Magic Congress Building is still decorated in American style in the 30s and [-]s, revealing an elegant and full of classic style everywhere.

Wizards in the United States don't wear wizard robes every day, but wear woolen suits that are more similar to Muggle tastes, holding stacks of documents in their hands, and hurriedly shuttling between the aisles and office doors.They seemed to be very busy, and they didn't pay too much attention to Claire, who was dominated by twelve Aurors. Only a woman with a serious face glanced at Claire when she passed them, and then asked: "Claire. Lagerfeld?"

The Aurors didn't respond, so Claire smiled and nodded at her: "Hello, ma'am."

"It's not good." The lady's face became even more ugly, "Because of your willful behavior, the Security Department and the Emergency Management Department have to work overtime today, and Minister Scarman doesn't know when he will be back."

Claire: "..."

At this time, the older Auror said: "Ms. Freeman, Ms. Lagerfeld is to defeat the mutants who want to destroy the world. She appeared before we Aurors appeared."

Claire looked at the elderly man, but she didn't expect that this man would open his mouth to help her.

Ms. Freeman's expression changed, and she said, "The matter of mutants has nothing to do with wizards."

"That's why you think, to No-Majs, we are no different from mutants, but Apocalypse wants to destroy the world, do you think wizards will be left alone?" said the elder Auror, without looking at Ms. Freeman again , but walked forward on his own. Seeing this, the other Aurors also followed him and left immediately.

When Claire passed by Ms. Freeman, she glanced at her curiously. She looked back viciously, and then spat: "Wizards who violate Rappaport's law should be punished with polarity!"

The Rappaport Law, the law promulgated by the Magical Congress of America in the last century, prohibits wizards from interacting with humans.

The young Auror looked at Claire's face and said with relief: "Mr. Lagerfeld, don't worry. Although the Rapaport Law has not been lifted, it is actually not as strict as it was in the last century." He shrugged Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "After all, this is the law of the eighteenth century, and since the emergence of superheroes and mutants, everyone actually thinks it doesn't matter. No-Majs are used to seeing so many humans flying into the sky every day. But There are still some people who strictly abide by this law, wishing that wizards who violated this law would be sentenced to death."

Claire smiled: "No, that's not what I'm worried about..."

"Don't worry about Rappaport Law, so what are you worried about?" asked the young Auror.

Claire's smile was a little stiff. She looked at the wand that belonged to her held in the hand of the elder Auror, and slightly clenched the corner of the clothes with her hands hidden in the large robe.

All it takes is a flashback spell, and the fact that she killed Apocalypse with the Unforgivable Curse will be known to everyone.

After the turmoil of the Dark Lord, the three unforgivable curses have become the things that all wizards talk about. Whether it is the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, or the Avada Kedavra Curse, once the user is discovered, they will face lifelong grievances. imprisonment.She belongs to British wizards in terms of wizarding inheritance, but she violated the law in the United States. She may be extradited back to the UK, imprisoned in Azkaban, and tortured into madness by dementors who eat happiness; she may also be imprisoned In American prisons, facing unknown dangers.

She stroked her belly lightly.

She can never, go to that kind of place.