[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

When Claire visited the Department of Magical Creatures Protection of the Magic Congress a few years ago, she met Miss Cooper, Tyron's secretary at the time. red number.

When Lyle followed Tyron into the office of the Ministry of Magical Creature Protection, he saw Miss Cooper talking to other people through the fireplace. The person seemed to be asking what color lipstick should be used for the dinner party of the crush, Miss Cooper While classifying various documents and materials, he said casually: "Saint Laurent No. 12 lip gloss, male No-Majs like it very much."

"But the person I like is a male wizard!"

Miss Cooper raised her eyebrows: "Isn't it a man?"

Tai Lun, who was standing at the door, touched his nose and seemed a little embarrassed: "My secretary is too capable."

Claire nodded: "I know a lot of things that I don't."

A few years later, Claire came to the Magic Congress again. The person who is proficient in lipstick has become Tyron himself, and Miss Cooper, who once helped countless witches, has resigned and married.

"I... originally thought that Miss Cooper used compound potion to pretend to be Tyron..." Claire said in a daze, "I didn't expect..."

Ludwig faced Tyronn's pure and handsome face, but his eyes had turned into a frenzy that Claire was unfamiliar with. He smiled: "Actually, I also used Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Miss Cooper, just to stay in the house." Stand beside Minister Scarman, and observe his every word and deed."

"Why are you pretending to be Tyron?" Claire frowned.

"Convenience." Ludwig said slowly, "My parents are in the UK, far away, so I don't have to worry about getting in touch with my relatives. You know, I've never been good at dealing with those sticky family relationships."

Claire frowned: "Where is Tyron now!"

Ludwig squinted and looked at Claire: "Shouldn't you be more interested in other things? For example, why am I still alive, why is your father's wand in my hand?"

Claire's hand trembled slightly.

Basically everyone who knows her well knows her obsession with the whereabouts of her parents, including Ludwig who has been with her for a short time.

"I said, Claire, you are wasting your talent for black magic." Ludwig turned around and grabbed the tip of the wand, "If you didn't insist on your damned magic at the beginning Principle, but chose to be with me, then you already knew the whereabouts of your parents more than ten years ago, why wait until now."

When Claire heard his words, her eyes widened in disbelief: "You...know?"

"Of course, otherwise, where do you think I got this wand?" Ludwig smiled.

"Then they..." Claire heard a tremor in her voice.

"Dead." The corners of Ludwig's lips were raised higher, although he was smiling, his tone was very cold.

Claire's heart seemed to reach the throat before he spoke, but after he spoke, he understood what it means to have a heart and fell back hard.

Ludwig still had the appearance of Tai Lun, those originally clear eyes with a malicious smile reflected her pale face at this time, she stepped back a little helplessly, and then comforted herself in her heart , such a result should have been expected a long time ago, but the flashback spell showed that the last spell used by her father's wand was Eternal Fall into the Netherworld, which made her give birth to her parents alive, but her father became a Muggle, with her mother The idea of ​​living in some unknown town.

Although she also understands that this possibility is really very low.

Ludwig approached Claire a few steps, and his light brown hair, which belonged to Tyron, gradually turned into dazzling gold. It seemed that the compound potion he had taken before had gradually expired. He stared closely at Claire, The camouflaged British English has also restored its own thick German accent, which sounds more aggressive: "Claire, you don't know, you rejected my proposal and chose to return to Hogwarts as a well-behaved Student, how disappointed I am, you can obviously have another life."

After he said this, the camouflage on his face had completely receded. He was taller and his facial features were more handsome. There was no change from the appearance in Claire's memory, except that the eye sockets were sunken a little more, which was almost the same as that of Claire's. Grim depression.

More than ten years ago, when Claire said goodbye to him, he looked at her with such a look and said, "You will regret it, Claire."

At that time, Claire was noncommittal: "Treasure the future, don't do messy experiments and blow up your home."

"Do you regret it, Claire?" Ludwig asked, staring at her.

Looking into those eyes, Claire regained some calmness. She stood up straight, looked straight ahead, and said, "No, I never regret my choice."

Ludwig smiled silently, and let go of Claire's wand: "I guessed that you would answer like that."

"I fulfilled my father's will, so I don't feel regretful." She looked at Ludwig expressionlessly, "So, I will send you back to Azkaban again."

"Do you think you can send me back to Azkaban with a wand that doesn't belong to you?" Ludwig slowly pulled out his wand, "I'm sorry, Claire..."

However, before his wand was fully drawn out, a stern female voice suddenly sounded outside the office of the Department of Magical Creature Protection: "I'm sorry, Minister Scarman... No, it should be the fugitive from Azkaban, Luther Vichy, besides Ms. Lagerfeld who doesn't have a wand, there are other wizards with wands." As soon as the words fell, the office door was kicked open from the outside, and the jury wizard in red Ms. Freeman in a long robe held her wand and stood at the door, looking coldly at the two people in the office.

Claire looked at her quite surprised, and after the initial surprise, Ludwig immediately put on a smiling face, retracted his wand, clapped his hands, and said, "Sure enough, it's about Mr. Edward Radfelder. , Ms. Freeman is so positive."

"I was just suspicious of Minister Scarman who suddenly invested in the No-Maj industry and was good at painting, but I didn't expect that Minister Scarman had already changed his mind, and he was still following the Dark Lord more than ten years ago to do evil and should have It's Ludwig Zimmerman in Azkaban." Ms. Freeman approached a few steps into the room.

"Ms. Freeman actually knows me?" Ludwig shrugged with a smile.

"Of course I've seen all the photos of the prisoners who were imprisoned in Azkaban for following the Dark Lord." Freeman said seriously, "and it's the most vicious one among them."

Ludwig looked at Claire and asked, "It turns out that the outside world judges me like this. I'm still thinking that compared to the Dark Lord, I'm a very kind person."

Claire didn't look at him, but sneered and said, "It seems that you have a good opinion of yourself."

"Yes, I have always been kind." Ludwig smiled, turned his head and looked up at the wall clock above the fireplace, "It's time."

"Time?" Claire looked up at the wall clock. Just as she saw the hour hand, a dazzling blue light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She was stunned by the blue light and closed her eyes reflexively. At this moment, she immediately thought of The weird blue brooch was in a mess in her mind, but she still ran forward first to prevent Ludwig from taking this opportunity to escape, but just as she stepped forward with her left foot, she felt her right foot was stopped by something Living.

She turned her head, only to see a snuffling clinging tightly to her right ankle.

Xixiu's mung bean-sized eyes widened in surprise after seeing her look over, and seemed a little scared, but he didn't let go.

Claire didn't want to hurt it, so she had to shout: "Recognize clearly, that guy is not Tyron, he was pretended by someone else!"

Xixiu was frightened by her and trembled, tightened his arms, and shook his head violently.

But at this time, the blue light was a little weaker. Claire gritted her teeth, picked up the snuffer, and ran a few steps forward, and saw Ludwig half kneeling in front of the fireplace, as if he was welcoming someone. In the middle, a figure slowly stood up from the ground, stretched out his tall body, and walked in front of Ludwig.

Claire stopped in her tracks. She has been in the wild all year round and has an almost intuitive sensitivity to danger.

This person is not a simple character.

"Master, welcome back." Ludwig, who was half kneeling on the ground, spoke respectfully, but with a little morbid fanaticism.

And the moment Claire heard him call out "Master", all the goosebumps popped up behind her.

Master Ludwig...

Isn't Ludwig's master just...

After the smoke and dust cleared, the tall man standing in front of Ludwig walked a few steps towards her. At this moment, she could clearly see the black wizard robes with a little dust on his body, the purple turban wrapped around his head, and The ordinary face under the turban, this face was very familiar to Claire, she had often seen this face for more than a day, accompanied by the pungent garlic smell, and the cowardly and flickering eyes of the other party.

"Quirrell...Professor...?" Claire opened her eyes wide, not daring to speak.

At this time, Professor Quirrell's eyes were indifferent, as emotionless as a statue. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the edge of the purple scarf wrapped around his head, and untied the scarf one by one. As the scarf was untied, the The facial features of the lifeless face gradually became flattened, black hair stubble protruded from the cheeks, nose, and mouth, and gradually lengthened, and the chest was also twisted, becoming the back of an adult man.

When the purple turban was completely untied, the original front of Professor Quirrell had turned into the back of a tall man with long black hair.

Looking at the back, Claire felt that it was difficult to breathe. She took a step back, but her back was firmly supported by a pair of hands. She turned her head and saw Ms. Freeman's worried eyes.

"Ms. Freeman..." She couldn't help opening her mouth. Ms. Freeman had withdrawn the worry in her eyes and became serious and cold. She turned her head and looked at Ludwig who was half kneeling on the ground. Against their grown men.

"Long time no see, Miss Freeman." The man said, with a low and pleasant voice, but with a dark and damp feeling like a snake, "and... Claire."

He turned around, revealing an extremely handsome face, with black pupils staring at Claire who was a little dazed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

No... it shouldn't be possible... right...

Claire shook her head slightly as if trying to convince herself, but Ms. Freeman responded calmly: "It's been a long time, Riddle...or should I call you by that name, Voldemort?"

Claire's eyes widened suddenly.

this person?Is it Voldemort?Voldemort who cursed the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?Voldemort, who turned the wizarding world upside down more than ten years ago?

No!

Didn't Voldemort have a nose? !

Isn't Voldemort bald? !

Why is this Voldemort not only young and handsome, with a high nose bridge, but even his hair is longer than her?

The author has something to say: I finally wrote about Lao Fu's appearance, and I really can't bear to write about Lao Fu who has no nose and no hair. Tell me, as a handsome boy, why do you have to make trouble with your face?

Cough cough, actually, isn’t this the main line? It’s just an explanation of what needs to be explained. I’ve never been able to write too long. This article is about 30 words, and it seems that it’s not far from the end. =

Now about the new article, I have two ideas, one is the brain hole of the prostitution team mentioned earlier, and the other is a sudden thought.

Probably like this, in a certain year, an old vampire who lived for 3000 years suddenly had enough of immortality, so he frozen himself on the bottom of the sea. He found a young woman of astonishing beauty, and took her out to sea as well.

The old vampire adapts to the modern society with the US team. In order to hide her real identity, she found a job as a midnight radio anchor. One day, she received a confession email in her work mailbox. She, who is known as a close sister, poked the keyboard with her right index finger , it took three hours to reply to an email of [-] words, and the online dating started from then on.

Of course, this article is not about whoring the US team, it’s just because I suddenly wanted to watch Twilight’s fandom recently, and then found that there was a serious shortage of food, so I wanted to cut my own legs.

The name should be "My Netizen Is Not Right".

Thanks to the chestnut cat for feeding the rocket launcher, I love you.