[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Clare once saw Dumbledore's Pensieve in the headmaster's office. It was a shallow stone basin hidden in a cupboard. Runes and symbols were carved on the edge of the basin. Silver substance, she once wanted to try what it felt like to enter the Pensieve, but the portraits of her ancestors hung high on the wall of the principal's office, and every time she walked into the office, she would be stared at with stern eyes that made her back shiver .

The magic circle hidden in her suitcase was also made by her after many years of research, imitating the Pensieve.

This old room in the corner of New York is extremely old both in terms of home style and furniture. There is a painted washbasin stand on the windowsill, and the shallow copper basin is placed on the shelf, if it is not the bottom of the basin. The silver substance emitted a weak light, and Claire would never have thought that it was a Pensieve.

Ms. Freeman took her own memory with her wand, walked slowly to the Pensieve, and said, "Your father is a genius. He only used his principal's Pensieve once when he was a student, just a few years ago. Then copied one out."

Claire silently followed her to the washbasin stand, watching the silver mist drifting from the bottom of the basin.

"Why would he duplicate a Pensieve?" Claire asked.

"He was researching a lot of things. Some things he couldn't understand at the time, he took them out and put them in the pensieve. From the perspective of a bystander, he can better discover the problem." Ms. Freeman lowered her arms and shared that golden memory, placed in the basin.

Claire looked at her and said calmly, "You know him well."

"I don't think anyone would refuse to know an excellent person, and when this person happens to be willing to share." Ms. Freeman turned her head, looked at Claire, and smiled. Her pair of shoes were as severe as those of Lagerfeld's ancestors. There is a bit of tolerance and tenderness in the eyes of an older woman, "Although we all know that what he shares is only what he is willing to share."

"That's not complete understanding."

"Who can fully understand a person." Ms. Freeman said, "At that time, no one would have thought that Tom Riddle would become Voldemort."

She sighed and said, "You lower your head and put yourself completely into this basin of water."

It was the first time for Claire to enter the Pensieve. She just lowered her head, and felt as if a pair of hands were protruding from the Pensieve, gently hugging the back of her head. She didn't struggle, and with this force, she fell Entering it, this feeling is like falling into the black lake on a cold day, the whole body is cold, and the fierce mermaid creates an underwater vortex, pulling her into the center of the vortex.

She gritted her teeth and shook her head violently. The feeling of dizziness disappeared from her mind in an instant, and the soles of her feet felt solid again. Before she could see the scene in front of her clearly, she heard a woman using He said with a thick American accent: "Why haven't Edward and Tom come back yet? The corn chowder prepared for them is almost cold."

When Claire heard this voice, she felt a tremor in her chest.

She had watched the song and dance show performed by her mother Rita at the Christmas party in college. Rita looked sweet, but her voice was a little hoarse and sexy, and she sang jazz very well.

Although this voice is not as sexy and overly dramatic as when singing, it can still make people lose half of their bones.

At this time, the scene in front of Claire's eyes gradually became clear. She saw an open window, and a corner of the beige floral curtain was slightly blown by the wind. Plated with a thin layer of gold.

here is……

Krakow.

Claire turned her head and saw only a narrow kitchen. A slim girl with blond curly hair was wearing a turtleneck sweater and an apron. With her back turned to her, she fumbled for a metal coffee spoon from the cabinet above her head, then lowered her head slightly. , stirring the coffee mug on the kitchen counter.

Claire couldn't smell it, but felt that her body was already filled with the sweet and greasy aroma of coffee beans.

Rita loves coffee very much. When she is free on weekends, she will grind the coffee beans herself and make a cup of coffee for everyone in the family.

Claire looked at the back and walked closer to the kitchen, and the blonde in the kitchen had already raised her coffee cup, turned around, and looked at Claire, or rather, at the person behind Claire, the blue With a smile in his eyes, he said, "Maggie, do you want a drink too?"

Then, Claire heard Ms. Freeman's voice behind her: "No need, you know that I won't be able to sleep tonight if I drink a cup of coffee."

She turned her head and saw the young Ms. Freeman sitting out of the porch, resting her chin in one hand, reading the newspaper. There was no makeup on her face, and the corners of her mouth were pursed. It is much more immature, but it is already foreseeable that after many years, it will be so harsh that it is almost unreasonable.

Upon hearing Freeman's answer, Rita shrugged her shoulders mischievously, drank the steaming cup of coffee, and said, "Why don't all wizards, including Edward, like coffee, it's such a delicious thing. "

Freeman put down the newspaper in his hand, and glanced at her. From Claire's perspective, she could see that her eyes were extremely complex, but Rita didn't pay attention, and was just drinking coffee while humming jazz tunes.

"It doesn't matter whether Edward drinks coffee or not. The important thing is that a wizard who doesn't know anything about coffee will go to the Muggle land to pick coffee beans for you." Freeman said, looking down at the newspaper again.

Hearing what she said, Rita smiled even more intensely. She put the coffee cup aside, walked slowly to Freeman, glanced at the newspaper in her hand, and frowned: "The Battle of Ardennes so dire?"

Clare also glanced at Freeman's newspaper, which was in English, with the headline "Day [-] in Ardennes, Allied Casualties Are Heavy." She also wondered why Freeman would find English newspapers in Poland, but seeing those in the news It was only when she saw the moving photos that she realized that this was the newspaper of the wizarding world.

Because the No.1 Dark Lord Grindelwald was secretly manipulating World War II, both the British and American wizarding circles paid far more attention to this ostensibly Muggle war than World War I. When Claire was studying at Hogwarts, she could find many historical books about this war in the library, many historical facts were unknown to Muggles.

For example, the culprit of this war is not only Hitler, and the war is not limited to the Muggle world, and a war of corresponding scale is also taking place in the wizarding world.Following 1945, Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore and imprisoned himself in Nurmengard, and Hitler, the leader of the Nazi party in the Muggle world, committed suicide in the basement of the German Chancellery, whether it was the Muggle world or the wizarding world, It is no coincidence that the wars all ended at the same time.

If it is said that the failure of the German army was doomed from the Normandy landing, then the Battle of Ardennes from the end of 1944 to the beginning of 1945 should have confirmed the decline of the German army.

The newspaper in Freeman's hand belongs to the wizarding world, and it reports on the battle of the Ardennes on the borders of Belgium, Luxembourg, and France. Then Freeman's memory should be at the end of the year before the German army surrendered. In a few months, the Soviet Red Army was about to defeat the German army on the Eastern Front, rush into Poland, and liberate Auschwitz concentration camp.

This year, Claire was less than one year old and had just been sent to Aunt Carly's side.

Because the warring parties in the Battle of Ardennes were the German Army and the British and American Allied Forces, as an American, Rita was also very concerned about the situation of the Allied Forces, so she moved a chair, sat next to Freeman, and concentrated on reading the newspaper.

Freeman waited patiently for her to finish reading what he had read before reaching out to turn the page, but just after turning a page, Claire heard a click of the door lock, and she and the two ladies in the room turned their heads I went, and saw that the door had been pushed open from the outside, and a young man in a black wizard robe stepped into the house, only to see the two ladies sitting at the entrance reading the newspaper turned their heads to look at him, he smiled softly He asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, is there any food left for me?"

His voice is very nice, deep but not hoarse, like a cello in a solo.

Claire had just seen this face, with black hair and black eyes, handsome enough to be eye-catching, but at this time there was a gentle smile on his face, which diluted the cold and gloomy Gothic temperament on him.

He is Voldemort, but at this time he is still called Tom Riddle.

"Welcome back, Tom." Rita smiled at him. "There's corn chowder in the kitchen. If it gets cold...I'm sure you'll be able to help."

"Of course." Voldemort smiled. "I'm pretty good at cooking magic, too."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Claire, who was not good at cooking magic, felt a throbbing pain in her forehead.

Fortunately, she is now in Freeman's memories, and people in these memories cannot see her, or they will be frightened by her distorted facial expressions.

Voldemort turned and went to the kitchen, but Rita looked at his back and asked, "Where's Edward?"

"He... is downstairs," replied Voldemort. "He has a child with him."

"Children?" Rita tilted her head, while Freeman frowned.

"Yes, one saved from the German army..." Voldemort paused, then said, "Muggle child."

"He wants to bring that child back?" Freeman stood up abruptly, and said sharply, "Who does Edward think we are, a Muggle shelter? One Muggle is not enough and we need to bring two. It's obvious that Claire has been taken away." I sent it back and now I have to bring another..."

Before she finished speaking, Voldemort turned his head, looked at her, and interrupted coldly: "Margaret."

Freeman paused suddenly, then turned to look at Rita.

Rita smiled awkwardly and said, "Oh, what should I do? I only prepared two servings of corn chowder. You rescued that child from the German army? He must be a Jew, and he probably hasn't had enough for a long time. It's time for dinner, I have to go buy something..."

Freeman frowned, and said, "One meal can be solved with magic."

Rita turned around and opened the door, then said in a low voice, "I think...we...the Muggles in your mouth, we should prefer things made by Muggles..."

She unscrewed the door lock and was about to open the door, but the door had already been pushed open from the outside. Claire saw that her shoulders were slightly stiff, and then a pair of strong arms stretched out from the door, wrapped her shoulders, and smiled. The male voice said: "Haha, not only Muggles, I also like Rita's cooking, which is much more interesting than cooking with magic."

The black-haired man outside the door stepped into the house, kissed Rita's forehead, and then lifted the vegetable basket in his hand: "You don't need to go out to buy it, it's not safe outside, I've already bought it."

As he spoke, he turned to one side, turned his head to look behind him, and said softly, "Marx, come in."

A boy wearing a peaked cap came out from behind him, raised his eyes, and looked at several people in the room warily, but when he saw his face, Claire was already stunned.

this little boy...

She has seen.

In Eric's memory.

He held his mother's hand on Dresden Square, and was hunted down by concentration camp guards in the reed field outside Auschwitz.

he is……

Eric.