[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire used Apparition, and as soon as she stepped on the carpet in the room on the second floor, Elena let out a "meow", jumped off the window sill, and jumped straight in front of Claire. Clearly, it had already raised its neck, and frantically licked Claire's face with its barbed tongue.

Claire snorted and covered her face with her other hand.

Felines have barbs on their tongues, and the barbs of magic cats are sharper than ordinary pet cats. When Claire first raised Elena, she was licked by it and felt disfigured, so she solemnly warned Elena. Lianna, don't use your tongue to express your love for human beings. Irina has also remembered this all these years and suppressed her own nature.

This time, it was probably because I was too excited.

Claire flicked Elena's forehead with one hand: "You licked off all my liquid foundation."

As she said, she put Elena back on the ground, and looked around the room that she had lived in for several months, but at this moment, it no longer belonged to her. The light on the ceiling was adjusted to the darkest, which was quite With ambiguous brightness, you can see the surroundings clearly, but it is not real, as if you are in a dream.

Although the lights were on in the room, there were no other people. It was no different from when she left before, except that the clothes she hung on the coat rack were missing, and the photos of her girlhood on the desk had also become a whole An ordinary landscape painting.

She walked to the bookshelf, groped and opened the glass door of the bookshelf, and only saw those children's books that were already worn out. There was not a single magic book she put in, and the photo frame placed in the corner was still familiar. It’s just that there is no photo of Rita and Edward in it, only the student Rita standing at the school gate with a young and shy smile on her face.

After a rain, not only her remaining relatives forgot her, but even the last photo of her parents was gone.

The venom of the Winged Demon doesn't seem to be completely forgotten. The forgetfulness caused by this rain cannot be solved by her spell stop.

She reached out and touched the slightly old shelf of the photo frame, and then looked beside the photo frame. Sure enough, there was nothing next to the photo frame, and the red Russian matryoshka had disappeared.

For a moment, she didn't know whether she should sigh, or said with a wry smile that it was so.

She withdrew her hand, and when she was about to look for Elena, she felt something ripping the hem of her windbreaker. She looked down, and saw that Elena was biting her hem, trying to push her in another direction Pulling it away, she simply followed the direction of Elena's pulling, walked a few steps, and walked around the bed, only to see a suitcase spread out in the corner of the wardrobe, with only a knitted sweater randomly covered on top.

Claire froze for a moment, bent down, put the sweater aside, and saw a series of stone stairs extending down, and the faint lights in the narrow passage.

This is her storage box!

Elena wagged her tail, meowed around her hand on the edge of the suitcase, and then rubbed her forehead against the raised wrist bone on her wrist. She reached out and touched Elena's back, tenderly Say, "How did you keep my box?"

Elena meowed twice.

"You still have a conscience." Claire smiled.

Although I don't know how Elena kept her box, and how the obfuscation spell on the surface of the box was undone, but what is certain is that someone walked into her storage space.

who is it?

Claire lowered her eyes, simply pulled out her father's wand, held it tightly in her hand, then walked as lightly as possible, and stepped on the downward stone steps.

The storage space in the box is still the same as it was during her last renovation. The interior is still milky white and slightly sweet Rococo style. The chandelier on the ceiling and the wall lamp on the wall are all turned on. The indoor lighting can be described as dazzling In the center of the dome, a blond woman was tightly tied to the stake, and a handsome knight in armor rushed forward with a weapon, with red eyes, staring closely at the woman with a sad expression.

It seems that today's dome mural is the queen of Lancelot's execution ground.

On the other side of the stairs, the door of memory was opened a crack, and the light in the room was too bright, so that the faint moonlight outside the door could only quietly cross the threshold, and then was illuminated by these bright as day. The lights are all integrated.

She walked slowly to the door, stretched out her hand and opened the door.

Outside the door is the majestic and magnificent night of the Moon Valley in Jordan. A round moon hangs above the red sandstone. The moonlight is much darker than the indoor lights, so that when she looks at the valley again, There was a feeling of stepping from the day into the dark night in an instant. After her eyes became familiar with the changes in the light, she began to pick up her steps, walking slowly on the soft red sand.

Not long after she left, she saw the familiar camel team from a distance, and she also saw herself wearing a headscarf and riding on a camel.

She shook her head, turned her head, and walked in another direction. The red color of the Moon Valley gradually faded and turned into a crystal clear green. She could even hear the sound of the frog cooing and jumping into the water. Cut to pieces in the endemic rainforest of the tropics, and projected on her again.

She came out from under a tree, and saw herself with a muddy face, sitting around a stove with a group of young wizards in wizard robes, laughing and discussing the bone-winged dragonfly that she had just discovered this morning. .

Claire stood behind the tree, watching the group of young people talking excitedly about everything in this tropical rainforest, while gnawing on the chocolate frogs bought from the local prophet at a high price and exported from Britain to Africa, and then remembered, at this moment I was only in my early twenties, and it was time to travel to Africa with a group of like-minded partners.

After she added this magic circle similar to a pensieve in the storage space, she put all the memories she thought were memorable, but she didn't even try to finish all the memories she put in here. Memory, it seems that the person who broke into the magic circle has gone through these few memories and went to the front.

Claire immediately turned her head, stared ahead, and walked quickly.

The memories she put into the magic circle are like a slow-moving marquee, presented one by one before her eyes. At the age of 25, she was sitting on a small boat in the Amazon River and caught a long string of piranhas with a fishing line. At the age of 27, she was trekking through the Sahara Desert; at the age of 28, she was looking for blue monitor lizards that were good at hiding in the blue city of Chefchaouen in Morocco; at the age of 11, she was driving in a small boat with a group of little wizards. Looking across the Black Lake at the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

She followed her 11-year-old self from the boat on the Black Lake to the shore, and walked a few more steps. The soft soil under her feet instantly turned into a hard stone path. She only listened to her head and looked at the wet stone. With the reflected light, I immediately knew which memory I was in.

When she raised her head, she first saw a Krakow ornamental carriage passing by her eyes.

This is Krakow in the night after the rain. This ancient city in Central Europe has an indescribable charm and lingering after the rain. Even the fresh smell in the air after the rain seems to be mixed with a sweet aroma of wine. .

Claire was wearing a winter windbreaker and boots, standing in Krakow in the July rainy season. There were few tourists and the surroundings were silent. Behind the beautiful lights of the guild hall, as if she had suddenly realized it, she walked along the road she was very familiar with. After walking not far, she saw the low signboard of the Gringotts Hotel.

In her memory, she passed through the closed shop door with ease, and saw Paul who was turning on the desk lamp and digging into the accounts. She hurriedly stepped on the stairs, and the winding stairs looked like circles on the water. The ripples were as high as three floors, but she seemed to have rotated hundreds of times, and felt a little dizzy. She broke open the door of the familiar couple's suite, and saw a messy big bed. , two topless people who have fallen asleep.

That was Eric, and herself.

Eric held her tightly in his arms, letting her head rest on his shoulders and neck. He didn't know what he dreamed of, his brows were slightly frowned, and the hands around her waist tightened more and more .

She stepped on the messy clothes on the carpet unconsciously, walked around the big bed, and walked to the French windows of the balcony.

A tall man was bending over, leaning on the balcony railing and smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a winter woolen windbreaker, iron gray suit pants under the windbreaker, and black leather shoes with some rain.

Not far away, the lights of the Textile Hall cast a faint golden glow around him, just like when Claire saw him in the hotel for the first time, with the mystery that people couldn't help but want to explore, and the use of An irresistible charm, but compared to that time, this man's back is a little more relaxed, and she can even see clearly that his hand holding the cigarette is covered with fine wounds.

Claire stared at him for a long time, always felt that this person, like the person lying on the bed, was a product of her own memories, but she also knew clearly that it was impossible for the same person to appear in a memory at the same time.

he is……

"Eric." She called him softly.

He who was smoking a cigarette suddenly stopped, and the ashes that were about to fall off fell from the cigarette butt and hit the balcony heavily.

Tears welled up in Claire's eyes.

Eric turned around slowly, and it was still the same face, except that there was more stubble on his chin and a scratch on his cheek. When he was a prisoner, he didn't even show his embarrassment.

"You..." he asked hesitantly, "How old are you in my memory?"

Claire smiled: "I am me."

Eric stood up straight and took a step closer to her, as if he wanted to see Claire's appearance clearly, but also as if he suddenly remembered something, he screwed out the cigarette butt, took something out of his coat pocket, and said: "Is this what I gave you?"

It's the red Russian doll.

Claire opened her eyes wide, looked at the charming smiling blonde on the nesting doll, and whispered: "...Yes."

Eric opened the layered dolls, and when he reached the last one, Claire discovered that there was a small note inside.

She never knew that nesting dolls were stacked on top of each other, and that there was such a note hidden in the last small nesting doll.

With trembling hands, she took the note from Eric and slowly opened it.

There are only two lines of writing on the note, handwriting with a pen, ocher ink, and the handwriting is tough and chic.

"If you go to the world of ordinary people, don't come back. If I see you again, I won't let you go."

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In the room, Eric slowly opened his eyes. When he raised his hand, the alarm clock on the bedside flew into his hand. He squinted his eyes and looked at it. The pointer showed that it was 28:[-] in the middle of the night.

He looked down and saw that the woman was buried in his shoulder, sleeping soundly.

He stared at this woman for a long time, and even the sound of every movement of the pointer was like the accompaniment of this moment, until the hour hand pointed to four o'clock, he carefully pulled his arm out from under the woman's head , and then slowly stood up from the bed.

The matryoshka he bought for this woman on a whim in the textile hall was placed on the bedside table, and the girl with blonde hair and red dress had a charming smile, just like the woman sleeping behind him.

He glanced back at her.

Her blond hair was like flowing satin, spread flat on the pillow, her skin was fair, and the little red hickeys covered such skin, making her look obscene and beautiful.

He had more than one woman, but in the end, these women were just passers-by in his life. As he said to Charles, he had long forgotten the things that made him happy, and the future he envisioned was only for him. A person, for his ideals, struggles to old age and to death.

He took out the pen provided by the hotel, and wrote a series of words on the hotel note paper.

After writing, he sneered again, laughing at himself, not knowing why he wrote such a meaningless sentence.

You have been alone since many years ago, Max Eisenhardt.

Although he laughed at himself, he still stuffed this note into the doll.

Anyway, it won't be discovered by anyone.

He thought so.