[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire has listened to Aunt Carly telling everything about her mother since she was a child.As the favored youngest daughter in the family, her mother Rita also has several thick photo albums. Claire knows that she was very beautiful and lively when she was a girl, and she has many suitors. She loves rock climbing and volleyball. After graduating from high school, she went to a famous Medical University, I went to California alone for a self-driving tour when I graduated from university, and met Edward Lagerfeld.

When it comes to Edward, Aunt Carly knows very little. She can only tell that Edward is a very elegant and gentle young man, and his eyes look like stars when he looks at Rita.

Later, Claire went to Hogwarts to study, and slowly pieced together the image of her father Edward from the mouths of other wizards.

With a stable personality and brilliant talents, he is almost the representative of the perfect student in the mouth of the Hogwarts professor.

Only when Claire put on the sorting hat, the sorting hat chattered and said something different.

"You... you don't look like your father, you don't look like a Slytherin."

Voldemort looked at Claire's bewildered look, smiled slightly, and said, "Let me guess, the current students, especially Gryffindor, still say, 'Don't hang out with those sinister and cunning Slytherins' For one thing, this seems to have been a tradition at Hogwarts for thousands of years, but no Slytherin student should care about his evaluation in other houses. On the one hand, Slytherin has never been out of school. Absolutely nice guy, selfish, dark, slick, worldly, an obnoxious politician at a young age, all kinds of people, but no one nice enough to be touching. I just met you When he was a father, he laughed and said that when he put on the Sorting Hat, the Sorting Hat suggested that he go to Slytherin."

Yes, that's what the Sorting Hat said to Claire when she saw her.

It's just that Claire at that time knew nothing about the wizarding world, and was full of thoughts about going to Slytherin with the platinum-haired boy, and didn't know what kind of characteristics Slytherin students had.

"At first, I thought he was joking," said Voldemort. "In fact, no one at the time thought he would be suitable for Slytherin, not even our beloved Professor Dumbledore. When I learned that he had been, When he was giving his partner a love potion, I realized that perhaps the Sorting Hat knew him best."

Claire stared blankly at the handsome young man in front of her. She lowered her head slightly, pressed her sore forehead with her hand, and said with some difficulty: "You are lying, the child born due to the effect of the love potion is not at all If you don't know how to love, that's the punishment for cheating, I..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw that the smile in Voldemort's eyes slowly turned cold. He took a step closer to Claire, bowed slightly, and stared at Claire's blue eyes with dangerous eyes like a cold-blooded animal: "Are you sure you Do you really understand love, Claire?"

"Of course I'm sure." Claire looked directly at him.

"Who are you in love with? That Muggle?" Voldemort gave a short laugh, his eyes mocking, "You don't understand, Claire, you haven't had any close friends since you entered Hogwarts. The increasingly dangerous situation, regardless of the life and death of your classmates who joined the Order of the Phoenix, has left the UK far away, and has not had love for anyone for decades, including this child in your womb. Was it born of love? ?”

Claire was forced to take a step back.

... At the beginning, it was really not because of love.

"Admit it, Claire, this child should not have existed, it was a mistake." Voldemort grabbed her by the shoulders, preventing her from backing away, "You are the product of a love potion, you don't know love at all!"

Claire felt as if a string had been broken in her chest, and her mind went blank. With trembling hands, she grabbed the corner of Voldemort's robe and clenched her hand more and more tightly.

At this time, Ms. Freeman's anxious voice came from behind her: "Claire! Don't believe what he says!"

Before she turned her head around, Ms. Freeman had already pulled her to her side, held her face in her right hand, stared at her out-of-focus eyes, and almost screamed: "I know everything! Claire! I Know everything! You use Legilimency to get your mind, quickly use Legilimency to get your mind!"

Claire slowly regained some focus, raised her eyelids, and looked at her.

Ever since Claire met Ms. Freeman when she entered the Magic Congress, she had never seen this stern and beautiful lady lose her composure. Her hair was messy, her eyes were red, and she seemed ready to shed tears at any time. She used The right hand held Claire's face, while the left hand seemed to have no bones, hanging limply by his side.

It should be caused by Voldemort's spell just now.

Voldemort watched as Freeman pulled Claire to the other side. He looked down at the wand that belonged to Claire in his hand, frowned slightly, and said, "Ludwig."

Ludwig, who was half-kneeling at his feet, got the order, stood up immediately, drew out his wand, and aimed at Claire and Ms. Freeman who were standing not far away.

Ms. Freeman suddenly turned her head to look at him, gritted her teeth, grabbed Claire's shoulders, and used Apparition. After the characteristic air burst of Apparition, the office of the Department of Magical Creature Protection returned to silence.

The fire in the grate was still floating and crackling on the stacked logs.

Voldemort lowered his eyes, thoughtful: "If I remember correctly, the Magic Council cannot use Apparition."

"Yes, the cost of forcing Apparation is very high." Ludwig replied respectfully, he raised his eyelids and looked at Voldemort, "Master, do you want to find them?"

Voldemort said lightly, "Rebirth in the United States is not in my plan, I have not done too much deployment, and find them before the Magic Congress knows." He paused, "I remember, every Death Eater dare not lift up your eyes and look at me in front of me."

Ludwig immediately knelt down: "I'm sorry master... I just never saw you like this..."

"You should be lucky, Ludwig." Voldemort turned around and looked at the brighter and brighter flames in the fireplace. "I am much more kind now than I was before."

He raised his hand, looked at the red pine wand that belonged to Claire in his hand, and looked at the flames of the fireplace, frowned almost invisible, and finally put it back in his sleeve.

"What useless kindness."

Claire was carried away by Ms. Freeman for a long time in a trance, and it seemed that it was just a moment. She only felt as if she was traveling among the clouds. It was a feeling she was familiar with, and it was apparating.

In the next second, she seemed to have fallen from a height, and her feet landed on the hard floor.

There was darkness all around, so quiet that even her own breathing could be heard very clearly, she shook her head, and slowly took a step forward, then a muffled groan suddenly sounded in front of her, she immediately used the fluorescent flash , in the limited lighting, I saw Ms. Freeman with her back turned to her, her right hand resting on the table, while the other shoulder was empty.

"Ms. Freeman, your hand?" Claire's eyes widened. "Is this the consequence of forcefully using Apparition?"

Ms. Freeman nodded, and said: "Yes, but my left hand was boned off by Tom Riddle's black magic, and it doesn't matter if I lose a hand that cannot restore the bone because of the forced use of apparition. It's my luck."

"But..." Claire wanted to say something more, but Ms. Freeman turned her head and interrupted her: "It's just a hand, it's nothing, if Tom was holding his own wand, then I As early as the moment he was under the spell, he became a boneless corpse, he knew a lot of black magic, far more than the three unforgivable curses, he had a hundred ways to torture me to death."

She walked up to Claire, patted Claire's shoulder with her remaining right hand, and said in relief, "I still have my right hand, which can hold a knife and fork and hold a wand, isn't it great?"

Her hair was still disheveled, but her eyes were calm and gentle. Whether it was Claire's sternness and aggressiveness when he first met, or the panic and gaffe just now, there was no trace of her at this moment.

Claire exhaled, then raised her wand, illuminated the surrounding area with fluorescent flashes, and said, "Where is this?"

"I, Tom, Edward, and several other like-minded partners used to do research together." Ms. Freeman replied.

Claire looked at her, she was looking up, looking at this old decorated small house with fluorescent lights, with a bit of nostalgia in her eyes: "It's not easy to find a cheap and secluded place in crowded New York, Rita, who has always been smart and good at communication, found this place after dealing with the agent for a long time. Edward did not allow us to use magic to tidy up this messy house, but followed Rita and used the Muggle method to clean up this old place. , has been completely refurbished.”

When Claire heard her mentioning her parents, a light flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

Freeman looked at her and said, "At that time, they had only known each other for a short time. Rita hadn't graduated from college yet, and she had already planned her graduation trip. She took Edward with her and drove a second-hand Jeep on the highway in California. Edward was very happy on the self-driving tour, he told us that the Muggle way of flying would be a hundred times more romantic than the flying broom.”

Claire thought for a while and said, "My aunt told me that they met during my mother's road trip."

"In fact, they met in New York, when Rita was still studying. She didn't know Edward's real identity. She thought he was a poor boy who came to America from England alone, but she still loved him. And Edward..." She paused, "I haven't learned the formula of the love potion yet."

Claire's eyes froze.

"The reason why I brought you here is not only because of this story, but also because there is a pensieve here." Ms. Freeman held the wand with her remaining right hand, and pressed the tip of the wand against her forehead, Slowly pulling a golden memory, "I haven't recalled this memory for a long time. After all, at that time, the deeper Edward and Alita loved, the more pitiful I looked. I don't like myself like this. I would rather And the extremely ugly me, and Edward who fell into madness in the end, along with those people and my final death, completely disappeared from this world."

The author has something to say: When Lao Fu launched a psychological offensive against Kemei, he felt that he was hurting himself.

But I think Lao Fu doesn’t know how to love, he loves his alma mater very much XDDDD

When writing this chapter, my cat sleeps on my lap, sleeping soundly, and snoring, so cute that I can't bear to get up... It would be better if it wasn't so heavy =L=

Thanks to the chestnut cat for feeding the grenade =3=

Regarding the new article, the name has been set "My Netizen Is Not Right", the link can be found in my column, ahem, the article by the prostitution team will probably be put after this article, the copy has not been revised, but it will be confirmed in the end I won't use the meme of freezing with the US team anymore, I have to find another new meme Orz.

I saw a little fairy begging for a Twilight fan, here I would like to take care of the big "[Twilight] Brilliant Sunshine", a very beautifully written Twilight fan, the hero Caius, the heroine No.1 perspective , the heroine is not a love brain. It can be said that she is very calm. Both the writing and the character creation are very good. I have read it at least three times. It is recommended to eat. It is a pity that Mankong is no longer writing. The Titanic fanfic is also very well written.