[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire suddenly stopped in her tracks. Although she could already determine who the two people who were sternly confronting each other were from the sound alone, she always felt that if she saw the face, then all the negative conjectures in her mind would be wiped out. fact.

After Voldemort finished speaking, there was a moment of silence between the two of them. In the dark night, only the clustered lights flickered, and when those lights reached here, they could only vaguely see the figure standing on the rooftop. , the night wind was blowing in her ears, with the sound of two people's wizard robes being blown by the wind.

She held her breath and stared at the two vague figures closely. After a long time, she heard Edward's slightly tired voice: "This is not the reason you use to convince me, Tom."

He walked on the edge of the roof, leaning on the iron railing, and said: "Tom, black magic is fascinating enough to make anyone intoxicated. I never object to reasonable research on black magic, but you can't cross the bottom line. If you violate your principles, abuse black magic, and even use Muggles to conduct black magic experiments, then what is the difference between you and the Dark Lord."

"This is not the reason you use to convince me." Voldemort said coldly, he took a step ahead, approached Edward, and said, "A Muggle with incredible power, Edward, how many times do you think you can meet in your life?" a man like that."

"No matter how special Marx is, he is also human." Edward said calmly.

"Have you also learned Dumbledore's stupid remarks about protecting Muggles?" Voldemort said, his tone already faintly agitated, "Why are Muggles worthy of protection, but they are all a bunch of stupid and despicable races. "

"I never thought that Muggles would be worth protecting. They have enough ability to protect themselves." Edward turned his head, facing Voldemort, and said, "I think you should be more worried, you have been completely controlled by the black magic , I know why you suddenly returned to England a few years ago, and I also know what happened to the case of the house elf killing his master."

Voldemort froze slightly, and Claire quickly thought of the 1943 incident that caused a sensation in the wizarding world by a house-elf murdering his master. Hufflepuff honorary alumnus, Helga Hufflepuff's descendant Heptz Bar Smith was murdered at home by her house elf, Hedge.

The sudden appearance of a murdered master in the group of house elves who have always been controlled by wizards and are proud of serving wizards is enough to cause an uproar.

Unexpectedly, this incident was related to Voldemort.

Voldemort probably didn't expect Edward to know about this matter, so he was silent for a few minutes before saying, "You know it very well?"

Edward sighed softly, and his tone softened a little: "Tom, you can have a better life. I have studied at Hogwarts for seven years and taught for one year. You are the smartest and most intelligent person I have ever met. Excellent people should not be completely controlled by black magic. Have you ever thought that when your soul is cut into pieces, are you still whole at that time?"

Claire heard Edward talking in a cloud of fog, and when she was thinking, she suddenly heard light footsteps behind her, and at the same time, she faintly heard Rita's voice with a smile: "Maggie, why are you on the rooftop? It's cold here..."

Claire realized something instantly.

On the other side, the two people who were arguing did not realize that there were other people on the roof, and Voldemort said sharply: "Edward Lagerfeld, you despicable guy who only uses love potions to get love is also qualified to say that I Controlled by black magic? Every time I see you hand the coffee beans to Rita Jones, I feel sick for this Muggle woman!"

Claire turned her head abruptly, only to see a stunned Rita standing in front of the stairs leading to the rooftop, and Freeman standing next to her immediately grabbed her hand, looked at her profile, and said: " Rita... You must believe that you and Edward are in love."

The next moment, Rita shook off her hand, turned around and ran down the stairs. Freeman couldn't control himself anymore and shouted in panic, "Rita! Rita!"

Edward and Voldemort standing at the other end finally heard the sound of the stairs, and Claire saw Edward running towards the stairs immediately.

Claire also ran to that side. Freeman stood at the door, holding the door with one hand, his face was already covered with tears. Edward didn't even look at her, so he ran directly down the stairs. Tears, and was about to step up to follow, when she heard Voldemort's voice coming from her side: "Have you been staying here all this time?"

Freeman paused, looked up, and only saw Voldemort's gloomy face under the dim light.

"I... just came up too." Freeman said hesitantly.

Voldemort's face softened slightly. He walked to the railing of the stairs, with his back to Freeman and Claire, and after a long time, he said, "The lie has been exposed."

His tone was very calm, even with some joy.

Freeman frowned and said, "You know that Rita and Edward really love each other, and that's not a lie at all."

"True love?" Voldemort turned his head to look at her, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and said contemptuously, "That was before that Muggle woman knew he was a wizard. Edward knew best how much love there was between them. Even if Rita Jones' memory of the wizard is erased, she still hates him and is afraid of him, otherwise, he wouldn't use the love potion."

Freeman's face turned pale, and she looked at Voldemort with some uncertainty, while Voldemort lowered his eyes and sneered: "There is no love between wizards and Muggles."

Freeman took a step back and leaned against the wall: "But...the child born from the effect of the love potion is incapable of love. You know Claire, the child, she will love..." She raised her head and looked at Voldemort , "When she was not yet one year old, she would even be anxious and worried because you were hurt. Does she seem to not believe in love?"

Seeing Voldemort's face darken instantly, Claire turned around without saying a word, and walked down the stairs, leaving only a billowing black robe in front of Claire and Freeman.

Freeman stood there for a while, gritted his teeth, and ran down the stairs. Claire followed her closely, and ran down the spiral staircase. He didn't know how many floors he ran. Claire suddenly heard countless bullets. With the sound of beads falling on the ground, she took a few steps forward, and when she reached the corner of the corridor, she saw a few deep red coffee beans rolling slowly to her feet.

At the same time, she heard Rita's cry, which was obviously emotionally broken: "What love, this is a lie, everything is fake, you are lying to me, you are lying to me with your shameful tricks of wizards!"

Under her accusation, Edward's explanation seemed quite pale, he softened his voice, trying to comfort her: "No, Rita, I didn't lie to you, do you remember when we were in New York, we used to I am very happy, we still have Claire in California, we said that she will be the happiest child in the future, because she has a pair of parents who love each other the most."

"I remember, Edward, I remember everything, but I don't know if my feelings for you are a trick of your wizards, I don't even know if I really love you." Rita responded, "Even Claire...she was probably born in a deception..."

Claire paused in her forward steps. She raised her head and looked at the open door. Warm yellow light leaked from the room. The coffee beans dripping all over the floor looked a bit sad under the light. .

She suddenly lost the courage to move forward.

Rita still hasn't calmed down, she cried and screamed for a while, that's right, you found out that the love you can give everything for is fake, you are willing to abandon your education, parents, family, and yourself for more than 20 years for him And a peaceful life for decades to come, all of which turned out to be the result of manipulation by others.

It's like a skyscraper that took years of hard work to trim and turned into a pile of ruins in an instant.

Both Rita Edward inside and Claire outside felt indescribable pain.

She stumbled forward and heard Edward say in pain: "Rita, you believe me, we really loved each other at first, but... Later, after you became pregnant with Claire, you accidentally discovered that I was a wizard... so accept No, I don't want to lose you, so... If you really can't accept that I am a wizard, then I am willing to become an ordinary person and go back to New York with you, we will take Claire back to my side, and live an ordinary life..."

After he finished speaking, there was the sound of pulling out his wand in a hurry. At this time, Rita could no longer listen to any of his explanations, and screamed: "Don't take out that thing! You can no longer control me!"

Clare heard an extremely crisp sound of a pistol being loaded amidst these messy voices. She froze for a moment, and ran forward quickly, but before she reached the door, she heard a gunshot first, and she felt like she was Falling into the ice cave in nine cold days, she felt the irresistible cold all over her body. Immediately afterwards, she heard the crisp sound of the magic wand falling to the ground, and then the sound of a person falling heavily. On the door frame, he hesitated to turn his head to see the scene in the room.

On the other side, Freeman, who was at the corner of the corridor, heard the gunshots. He was taken aback for a moment, and then stepped forward quickly. She stepped on the round coffee beans and almost fell, but she didn't have any intention of slowing down. She panicked. Running to the door, after seeing the scene inside the house, his eyes widened slightly, and he took a step back in a daze.

Claire turned her head slowly, only to see a mess of coffee beans on the ground, stained with still warm blood, quietly wrapping Edward lying on the ground.

He wasn't dead yet, but he barely raised his head and looked at Rita, who was sitting on the ground with a pistol in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

In the end, he didn't say anything, just hooked his lips slightly and smiled very gently.

"Edward!" Freeman couldn't help shouting outside the door. As soon as her hateful eyes touched Rita, she saw Rita slowly raised her hand holding the gun and pointed it at her forehead.

Claire covered her mouth suddenly, feeling tears welling up from her eyes.

"Rita! What are you going to do!"

"Rita!"

Rita just smiled at Edward lying on the ground, and pulled the trigger.

Another gunshot, and then everything fell silent, as if the chaos had never happened before.

It wasn't until the owl flapped its wings and flew into the house that Freeman regained some intuition. She stumbled into the house, hugged Edward's head, cried a few times, and then crawled to Rita's side, frantically Wiping the blood on her cheek, the owl stood in a pool of blood, letting the blood stain the snow-white down on its abdomen.

Claire stood at the door, eyes wide open, looking at the two corpses in the house.

Like a marionette, she walked in stiffly. She saw a pot of corn soup in the kitchen that hadn't cooled completely; Rita wove for Edward and Eric; and next to the ball of thread, there was a half-written letter.

My dear Claire:

Seeing letters is like meeting.

I don't know how tall you are now, so I didn't knit your sweater this time, and I don't know if you put on the pairs of woolen socks I sent you before. Your father and I are now in Belgrade, Serbia. This is It is a very beautiful city with the blue Danube passing through it. If you search carefully, you can still find the traces of the Ottoman Turkey and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The history does not give it a heavy feeling. Coming out of the cocoon, it gave birth to the beauty based on history, but not limited to history.

I hope you can come here when you grow up, if you can, please go to the bar in Skardak, your father Edward used to be like an ordinary Muggle boy, with a smirk on his face, in the bar On the seat by the window, I kissed my face across a table. The people in the bar cheered and booed in Eastern European languages. The Eastern European girl holding the guitar and singing turned her fingers, and it was replaced by a very gentle and lingering love song. .

That reminded me of our first meeting, among the tall buildings in Manhattan, there was a crowd of people, I don't know why, suddenly, among those crowds, I found the person I love most in my life.

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