[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

This small hotel on Grodzka Street is a family business of the Senkovic family. According to Niels, his great-grandmother came from England and was very interested in Muggles, and later married a Muggle-born A Polish wizard, after the two got married, opened this small hotel in his great-grandfather's hometown of Krakow, named it Poole, and passed it down from generation to generation.

"It was passed on to me, so I changed it to 'Gringotts'." Niels sighed, "I don't know why my great-grandmother and great-grandfather named their hotel Poverty, so As a result, our family has always been poor, comparable to Weasley."

Claire: "..."

"Obviously it's Dad who always lets people stay for free!" Paul moaned aside.

Niels took a sip of the wine, wiped his face, and pushed Paul's head away: "I graduated from Hogwarts in the year when the German army surrendered, and that year Poland just got out of the iron heel of Muggle Germany. Under the new life, I returned to China without hesitation and took over the hotel from my father. Fortunately, although Warsaw, more than 200 kilometers away, has become a piece of scorched earth, the ancient city of Krakow has not received any war invasion. Hotel, while feeding the impoverished Polish soldiers."

Claire: "I thought you would help wizards."

"Wizards are always on the sidelines towards Muggle wars, even if it is their own motherland that is being invaded." Niels said, and he put the wine bottle heavily on the table.

Claire has never experienced war, and she doesn't know how to discuss whether wizards should participate in Muggle wars. After all, this is a group of special people who live in a rather closed life. Even if she spent her childhood in the Muggle world, she is now Still very little is known about the Muggle world.

Niels sighed, and continued: "Then in the second year after Germany surrendered, I met your father, Edward Lagerfeld, and his partners when I was picking up customers in the Central Market Square."

Claire frowned, staring at Niels closely. The year after Germany surrendered, she was exactly three years old, which was...the year her parents disappeared.

"Your father once taught me." Niels glanced at Claire and said with a smile, "He is a very humorous person, and the students like him very much, but he resigned after he didn't teach for a long time. In order to protect the endangered A magical creature, the whole of Europe was in chaos at that time, so he left Hogwarts alone, went to Europe, and soon went to the United States. When I met him, there was already a group of like-minded people around him partner."

Claire nodded. She had heard Aunt Carly and Headmaster Dumbledore tell countless times about her father's history. According to Aunt Carly, her father was a slut who abducted her sister. From Lido's point of view, Edward Lagerfeld is a hero who saved countless endangered magical creatures during the war.

But who was the partner who traveled with his father at that time has always been a mystery.

Aunt Carly, who was the only one who had seen them, didn't know their names, and she couldn't even remember their faces. She only remembered that this group of people were gloomy-looking men, and one of them was a very young and handsome man. The boy touched the head of Claire, who was less than one year old, when he followed Edward and his party to take Rita away. According to Aunt Carly, Claire looked up at the handsome boy and giggled, looking Like him very much.

After Claire entered the magic world, she wanted to find her father's partners in order to get the truth from them. However, with the disappearance of her parents, these people also disappeared without leaving any news. She secretly investigated for many years , and ultimately ended in failure.

At this time, Claire heard Niels say that he met his father and his partner at that time, his eyes lit up immediately, and he asked, "Then do you know the partner who was with my father?"

Niels frowned, thought for a long time, and then said: "At that time, besides your mother, there were only two people around him. I was a little old, and I was not British. The wizards I knew were only my classmates and teachers at school. I didn't know any wizards before. Haven't seen them."

Claire lowered her head in disappointment, and then suddenly remembered the very handsome young man that Aunt Carly had mentioned. If it was a young man, then it was likely to be Niels' classmate or senior.

She raised her head and was about to ask Niels, but Niels suddenly thought of something, patted the table, and said excitedly, "Besides those two senior wizards, there was one more person!"

"Who? Do you know?" Claire asked.

"It's a boy in his teens." Niels said with a smile.

Claire was stunned: "A little boy in his teens?"

"Yes, it's a ten-year-old Jewish boy." Niels said, "Most of the Jews in Poland died in concentration camps during that war, so every time I see a Jew, I wonder if he came from I escaped from the brutal massacre, and the Auschwitz concentration camp is not far from Krakow, so when I saw a teenage Jewish boy following Edward, I took a few more glances and got some impressions."

At this moment, Claire felt that her head was full of balls of thread that Elena had rolled, making a mess.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and occasionally you could hear tourists walking downstairs speaking different languages, as if admiring Krakow bathed in the morning light.

Claire originally thought that after meeting Niels, all her puzzles would be solved, but unexpectedly, there were many more puzzles.

Wizards basically don't interfere in the Muggle world, except for those close to Muggles like Niels who use Muggle hotels as their family business, even if Claire has traveled the world with her companions these years, they basically don't go to places where there are dense Muggle crowds. One is that most endangered magical creatures live in seclusion, and the other is that they don't want to inadvertently cause a commotion among Muggles.

She couldn't think of a reason why her father would bring a Muggle boy with him.

Could it be that this boy caused the death of his parents?

Claire rubbed the space between her brows, and then heard Niels say: "Claire, you've accomplished what your father didn't accomplish back then, and that's enough to please him. Don't force yourself to do some things." He stood up, The window was opened, and the morning light leaked into the room with the hustle and bustle of life, "Go and see Krakow, after all, this is the place your father praised."

Although he had no intention of playing, Claire followed Niels' suggestion and planned to go for a walk.

This time she took off her wizard robes and only wore a shirt and long skirt. Before going out, she patted the dust off her suede boots and opened the door of the Gringotts Hotel. Irina sat on the counter, serious Licking her paws, she turned her head to look at Paul who was sitting behind the counter with his chin resting on his face, with empty eyes, and said, "I'll leave it to you, Elena."

"Don't worry, she eats better than me." Paul rolled his eyes, "Specially pick beef and salmon."

Claire smiled, turned around and stepped out the door.

It was still eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and Groddzika Street was already bustling with activity. One end of this street was the Central Market Square, and the other end was Wawel Castle, the royal palace of the Kingdom of Kazimierz built in 1202. Connecting two famous tourist attractions in Krakow, Grodzika Street can be said to be the most tourist-friendly street in Krakow.

However, the Senkovic family, who opened a hotel in such an excellent location, is still very poor. Claire suspects that the ten-year-old Paul has told the truth.

She followed the way she came here and went to the central market square first. The square was not so crowded in the morning, and the textile hall in the center of the square lacked the gorgeous lighting decoration at night, but it was still very lively. Niels had already introduced it to her. The Textile Hall was the trade center of Central Europe in the Middle Ages. Today, the ground floor is a market selling various handicrafts, and the upper floor is a textile museum.

Claire watched the two-wheeled viewing carriage slowly pass by in the square, and then walked to the corridor of the Textile Hall. Many stalls on the ground floor had already opened for business. She observed for a long time through a semi-circular door frame before walking slowly. go in.

This can be said to be a market for Polish homestay handicrafts. There are all kinds of Polish-style textile tapestries, wooden tableware, and some things that she can't name.There are not many tourists in the morning, and the stall owners have time to greet her and introduce these products to her in English full of Eastern European style. She has visited the underground black market selling black magic artifacts before. The Muggle peddlers in the city can be said to be the difference between cloud and mud.

She walked around and looked around, but did not dare to buy, for fear of meeting such a cruel person as Paul.

Claire walked all the way to the last booth in the row, and was attracted by the brightly colored wooden dolls on the booth. The stall owner was a young girl. Seeing that she was interested, she excitedly introduced it to her in Polish. Not too bad, the stall owner said ten sentences, and she understood only one word, these wooden dolls are toys.

Seeing her bewildered face, the stall owner was also a little anxious. A few vague English words popped up in Polish, and they gestured together with their hands. Claire was only more confused.

While the two women were talking to each other, an arm wrapped around Claire's waist from behind, and she was about to hit her back with her elbow reflexively, when a familiar voice penetrated into her ears Profile: "She said that this is a Russian nesting doll, which has a history of more than 600 years. These nesting dolls were all made by her father. They are purely handmade, and the paintings on the dolls are drawn by her."

Claire turned her head away, only seeing the handsome and tough face under the black gentleman's hat beside him, he smiled at Claire, and tilted his head at the rows of nesting dolls of different colors: "Choose one?"