[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Even though it happened in July this year, Claire always felt that the first meeting with Eric happened in her previous life. Krakow in the midsummer was warm and noisy, and those pointed red gothic roofs were in the past few months. Within, the boundary has been blurred by the summer sun, and it seems that after some time, it will be completely melted in it. Only when she stepped into this memory again, did Claire realize that all this is actually very new, and she has never Treat this romance in this ancient Central European city as an ordinary encounter that you can forget in the blink of an eye.

Even with the somewhat lonely night scene of the city, she also remembers it very clearly. It just rained that night, the road surface was not dry, the lights of the textile hall were kept on all night, and the cafes on the roadside displayed some old-fashioned Polish ballad.

She was sitting on the steps outside the Gringotts Hotel, and Eric was sitting next to her. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, paused his hand, and stuffed the cigarette back again. Claire had already seen his small movements. , but she didn't say anything clearly, she just quietly moved closer to him, and before she could sit still, Eric had already stretched out a hand and walked around behind her, wrapping her in his arms.

Claire was taken aback, and then heard Eric's voice from above her head: "I thought I would wait for you for a long time."

She smiled silently and said, "How long do you think you'll have to wait for me?"

"I don't know." Eric's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping people in this city in Claire's memory, "Maybe one or two years, maybe two or three years, maybe you Will never show up again."

Claire leaned on his shoulder, feeling his breath gently brushing the hair on her forehead, she raised the corners of her lips and said, "Then will you wait forever?"

"I'm not one to wait," Eric said.

"I guess so." Claire raised an eyebrow.

Eric's voice brought a smile: "I can't wait for the day, even if the ground is turned over, I must find you."

"That's really scary." Claire said with a smile. She turned her head and looked at Eric. Eric's eyes couldn't see clearly in the dim night. The lights in the textile hall could only illuminate the sockets of his eyes. A touch of dark blue, as deep as the sea, but there are many things that seem extremely strange to him.

"I won't keep you waiting too long," she said. "I'm not good at waiting, either."

That night in the lounge of the Ministry of Magical Creatures Protection, she had nothing to do, and she still imagined many scenarios where she and Eric would reunite: one time she turned on the TV and saw Eric wearing that aesthetically peculiar dress again. Helmet, talking nonsense in front of the media camera, this is the most common and most likely to happen;

There was also a time when she was walking on the streets of New York and was suddenly stopped by a steel beam falling from the sky. When she looked up, she found that it was Eric who was attached to the midair. If she lived in New York, then this would also have a very high possibility of happening;

And she and Eric approached face to face, no matter how many stories were contained in her eyes, Eric on the opposite side of her still looked forward calmly and indifferently, stingy to share with her a stranger. Give a little bit of attention until it brushes her shoulder and walks into the distance.This is from her countless flashes of inspiration from reading movies, many TV dramas with amnesia plots are like this, she and Aunt Carly once contributed a volume of tears and snot to a TV drama where the hero and heroine forget each other. toilet paper.

In the first two cases, she has already made these preparations, and then listed several plans for Eric to fall in love with her for the second time.

Eric likes to be on TV, so she will be a host, and a host who only runs outfield, just like James Fassbender, wherever Eric is, she will run wherever Eric is, and then use roaring The method of broadcasting, shouting "Magneto is the best superhero" on large and small LED screens in New York, although he is suspected of lying with his eyes open, and is likely to be fired by the TV station for spreading false news, But one day, Eric should notice this hostess who always provides him with media shots.

And the second point, it's even simpler, she moved to New York, and when she saw Magneto acting as a demon in New York, she immediately apparated there, and one day, Eric should also notice a presence in New York. She played the role of victim in every disaster he created.

When Claire was making these assumptions, she couldn't help laughing out loud. She felt that if Charles dug out these wonderful ideas from her mind, he would probably look at her with that indescribable wry smile, and then said : "It's a pity that the theology teacher at Xavier School doesn't write novels."

Thinking of this, I realized that Xavier's teachers and students had forgotten their theology teacher. After she left the gate of the Magic Council, she would not only visit these Muggle friends who had forgotten her, but also find a job. , Oh yes, I have to find a place to live.

Finally, Eric came to mind.

Eric had already forgotten her under the influence of the Winged Demon venom, that kind of casual look from a stranger was the most hurtful.

It's not that easy to make someone fall in love. Although she said it so confidently to Tyron and Snape, it was a bit of a headache to actually implement it.

Fortunately, Eric remembered her, and she didn't have to apply for a job as an outfield hostess for The New York Times, and she didn't have to live in New York, where she was always worried that her house would be smashed down by robots one day.

"You know, Eric, when I was studying, I read a lot of stories about the marriage between wizards and Muggles." She said with a smile, "In storybooks, cross-race unions often have no good results. In those stories, insignificant, suspicion and fear became the absolute protagonists."

"We don't live in a storybook," Eric said.

"But it's more legendary than a storybook." Claire turned to look at him, "I don't have my parents in my memory, but I think my mother could leave everything behind and wander around with my father without hesitation. It must be different. Although as you said, I have never been in love, but I do not doubt love, it is love that made me born."

Eric frowned slightly at her, and then pressed her head against his shoulders and neck again.

"Claire..." he opened his mouth, and Claire held his breath and waited for his next words. After waiting for a long time, he seemed to make up his mind and said, "Actually, your..."

At this time, the night in Krakow suddenly trembled, as if the earth's crust had cracked, and it trembled rapidly. Claire's face changed: "Someone trespassed on my magic circle."

She took Eric's hand, stood up from the steps, and quickly looked down the steps and ran. After only a few steps, the memory scene quickly faded away. She crossed the threshold and returned to the rococo style building. room.

After staying at night for a long time, the light in the room seemed to make her close her eyes reflexively, and in the blink of an eye, a black shadow had floated up the stone steps, she half-closed her eyes, and was about to draw When the magic wand was used, the metal candlestick on the wall had already made a harsh twisting sound. The next moment, the wrought iron carving on the ceiling chandelier was as soft as a whip, and suddenly jumped down from the air, entangled the black shadow that was about to rush out of the exit, and she Hearing a thin scream, he froze for a moment, then looked at the little black creature bound by iron bars: "Sniff?"

The flat-mouthed creature whose name was called turned to look at her, its black eyes the size of mung beans were full of horror.

Eric, who raised his right hand to control the iron bar, frowned: "Sniff? What is this?"

"Little guy who likes to steal shiny things." Claire let out a sigh of relief, she shook her head with a smile, and said, "It's nothing serious." She was about to walk forward and shake Xixiu with her hands, when suddenly There was a very subtle crack of air.

She was only dazed for a second, then immediately pulled out her wand, and shot a stunned spot in the direction of the sound, but the owner of this wand was not her, so it was not convenient to use it, and the stunned man appeared out of nowhere The shoulder of the man in black hit the wall lamp candlestick on the wall, and the light in the room dimmed instantly.

In such a short period of time, that person had already untied the iron bars that bound Xixiu with magic, and held Xixiu by the back of his neck. Before the iron bar controlled by Eric pierced his shoulder, he had used it again Disapparating, those sharp iron bars only had time to hook off a corner of his black wizard robe.

"Damn it!" Claire gritted her teeth, and immediately ran to the shelf where her collection was placed. Her collection was still in a mess on the shelf, but she just took a look and knew that something was missing.

The sapphire brooch she bought from the wizard's market.