[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Although Claire had seen a faint spell in Eric's memory before, and also verified from his subsequent response that he did know his parents, but when it was confirmed that Eric It was indeed a Muggle child saved by his father Edward from the guards of Auschwitz, she still felt a little shocked.

Eric at this time was the same as what she saw in her memory, dry and thin, his blue eyes were full of vigilance, and he seemed to be covered with a faint shadow. The well-fitting cotton coat barely covered the prison uniform belonging to the prisoners in the concentration camp and the mottled scars on his body. He hid behind Edward and quietly observed the few people in the room.

After a brief surprise, Rita raised her eyes to Edward: "Jews?"

"Yes, the Jews, I met near the Auschwitz concentration camp, and the concentration camp guards who were about to be chased by me a few seconds later executed me on the spot." Edward said, looking at the man standing at the entrance and staring at him. Freeman smiled, "Maggie, don't stare at me like that, I'll be scared."

"Aren't you afraid that this Muggle boy made the existence of wizards known to everyone?" Freeman asked coldly.

"After all, it's a human life. I can't just leave it alone." Edward reached out and patted Eric on the shoulder. "He was also injured and needs a bottle of potion to treat the gunshot wound."

Freeman sat back on his stool and said angrily, "I don't know how to make potions for Muggles."

Edward smiled bitterly: "I'll cook it." He looked at Rita, "So dear, can I trouble you to prepare some food for Max, I think he must be starving."

Seeing that Rita only glanced at Eric, Claire immediately nodded, then raised her head and kissed Edward on the cheek, smiling and said, "It will definitely fill Max up."

Edward relaxed his brows and eyes, touched her hair gently, then looked down at Eric, and asked, "What would you like to eat? Chocolate muffins? Or hot cocoa? This lady is very good at corn chowder. "

Eric stared at Rita for a long time without saying a word. Standing behind Rita, Claire could clearly see that the gloomy blue in his eyes seemed to be clearer. He was clutching his oversized coat Rita probably saw his uneasiness, and said with a smile: "Then let's have chocolate muffins, children like sweet things."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked to the kitchen. At this time, Voldemort also came out of the kitchen, looked at Edward and Eric standing by the door, and smiled: "Is it not too cold outside, or is it inside the house?" Not warm enough, Edward, are you going to take this poor little Muggle boy out of the gate to keep us out of the wind?"

Edward smiled, and patted Eric on the shoulder. When Eric walked into the house first, and when Eric was lifting his legs, when Claire saw his bloody thighs and knees, it suddenly occurred to him that when he was running away, The concentration camp guard fired a shot at him, and although he hastily controlled the bullet to miss his head, it turned a corner and entered his thigh.

And Edward also realized that his leg was injured, so he pulled out his wand and cast a levitating spell on him. Before Eric's outstretched foot touched the ground, he was already floating in the air.

He opened his eyes slightly, and for the first time in those gloomy eyes appeared the look that a child should have.

When he floated past Claire, Claire could see his appearance carefully. It stands to reason that he should be in his teens at this time. Although he was tall, he was very thin, with an unhealthy yellow face, and a wide Under the cotton-padded jacket, the original color of the prison clothes could hardly be seen, and the hem of the clothes had been rubbed to pieces, exposing various scabbed wounds on the waist.

This embarrassed man is very different from the tall, handsome man in a suit that Claire met in Krakow many years later. If it weren't for those eyes, Claire wouldn't dare to confirm it.

When he passed the kitchen door, he glanced into the kitchen, and Claire turned his head following his gaze, only to see Rita humming, while raising her head, raised her hand, and opened the door of the cabinet above her head , but she did not see that several iron basins stacked together in the cupboard were tilting outwards and smashed towards the top of her head.

Edward, who was walking in front of Eric, did not see it, but Freeman and Voldemort, who were sitting in the porch, saw it. Voldemort's eyes froze, and when he was about to draw out his wand, Eric, who was floating in mid-air, had already raised his right hand. arm.

Those heavy iron basins fell to the other side one after another just before hitting Rita's head, and hit the floor tiles, making ping-pong-pong sounds. This series of sounds seemed to sound suddenly outside the quiet room. With the sound of guns and guns, Edward, who had already walked through the kitchen, froze for a second, and then rushed into the kitchen at a speed that was impossible for ordinary people.

And in his panic, he also forgot to keep the floating spell, Eric fell from mid-air in an instant, Claire opened his eyes slightly, and wanted to reach out and hug his waist to catch him, but he just watched his hands touching The moment he reached his body, it became transparent, passing through his body like a ray of air.

She almost forgot too, it was only in Ms Freeman's memory.

When Eric landed, his injured leg was heavily supported on the ground. He just grunted, then bit his lip and looked at the two people in the kitchen.

Edward pulled Rita into his arms, and after realizing that the puzzled Rita was not injured, he slowly turned his head, while Freeman, who was standing at the entrance and witnessed everything, retracted his wand and sat down again. Picking up the newspaper that was still on the table in a hurry, Voldemort frowned slightly, looking at Eric standing at the kitchen door.

Eric was stared at by two eyes, and retracted his hands into his long sleeves in a daze.

"You..." Edward said with some doubts, "A wizard?"

Before Eric could respond, he quickly shook his head again: "No, it's not any kind of magic."

When he was denying it, Voldemort had already taken a step closer to Eric, and Claire noticed that the gentle smile he had been hanging on his face had slightly deteriorated. She didn't know how to define it, but felt that there was a little more in those eyes Meaning of danger.

"This is a mutant among Muggles, right?" Voldemort said, his eyes narrowed slowly, as if seeing a precious artwork with great satisfaction.

After Eric heard Voldemort's words, his chest rose and fell slightly. He gritted his teeth and finally said, "I...I'm not."

This was the first sentence he said in this memory, his voice was dry as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his accent had a strong taste of German Saxony.

"It's all right, don't panic, child." Voldemort's voice became softer, he put his hand on Eric's shoulder, and said, "We are all different, just like you."

"I..." Eric was about to say something more, but Voldemort had already interrupted his unspoken negation, and said with a smile, "Yes, you are different, you are stronger and more powerful."

Eric raised his head, looked from under the brim of his peaked cap to Voldemort standing in front of him, and then slowly lowered his head.

Rita seemed to have sensed that the atmosphere was not right, she clasped Edward's hand around her waist, broke free from his arms, walked to Eric's body, then squatted down, from bottom to top Looking up at Eric's mottled face, he smiled and said, "Thank you for saving me."

Eric looked at her face for a while, and suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Rita asked.

"If..." Eric paused, "if I don't control those things that hit you well..."

"I believe in you." Rita smiled, "You can control it."

Eric lowered his eyes and turned his head away.

Rita laughed a few times, and said, "Let's add another glass of juice, you'll drink the potion made by Edward later." She smiled and pinched her nose, as if disgusted, "It's terrible."

Edward smiled helplessly behind her: "Why do you have to emphasize that what I brewed is terrible, obviously Tom's brew is also terrible, and the potion is terrible."

Voldemort smiled and did not refute. He straightened his wizard robes and sat gracefully on the chair in the entrance hall. Freeman, who was sitting across from him, tightened his grip on the newspaper and said in a low voice: Sentence: "He survived the good potion, you just don't know it."

Voldemort heard her weak grunt, his eyes narrowed, then dropped.

Claire stood at the kitchen door and witnessed everything. She knew that the "delicious potion" in Freeman's mouth should be a love potion.

It's just that she still didn't understand, since Ms. Freeman said that Edward and Rita were indeed in love, so why did Edward give Rita a love potion?In Freeman's memory, Eric's appearance should not have been accidental. When Claire discovered that he was related to a wizard, he subconsciously avoided her inquiry and did not tell her the truth. He knew about her a long time ago. Who are the parents, and he has a close relationship with her parents, and may be related to the truth of their disappearance.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt that the color of the scenery in front of her was gradually fading, and the brightly colored interior decoration gradually turned into black and white. The room was like a floor plan framed in a photo frame, lifeless, and the smoke was lightly covering it, making her eyes blurred.

She walked a few steps, and felt the whistling wind in her ears. Before she could react, she heard Edward's angry voice.

"Tom, I remember, I once said that although we are studying black magic, we will never experiment with living people!"

Claire was stunned for a moment. At this time, the smoke cleared, and the lights in the dark night appeared in front of her eyes. She seemed to have come from the indoors to the outdoors. It was still a rather high place, where she could enjoy the night view of the entire city. .

She walked towards the sound, and only vaguely saw two tall figures standing facing each other. Before she could see the faces of the two people clearly, she heard Voldemort's low and damp voice.

"I remember you also said that deception is the most shameful act, Edward, have you forgotten that you deceived Rita Jones? Love Potion, who would believe it, the most powerful thing in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry The perfect student would use a love potion to control the feelings of a Muggle woman."