[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Claire did not expect to see Eric Lanshere at the handicraft market. In her opinion, the best place for this person to haunt is Knockturn Alley. A piece of dark dry bone or a rusty key, quietly tell you how much is this thing from the hands of a master of black magic refining, whether it is to look at the dress or the aura, the shouting of small commodities around is incompatible with him .

She looked at Eric's deep blue eyes. After years of experience in dealing with second-hand dealers in black magic artifacts, she always felt that this person was not just giving her a Russian doll. She looked at the stall again. There are a variety of dolls in different colors. After thinking for 30 seconds, he said, "I have no money."

This is the truth, and she has to pay a room fee of one hundred pounds a night.

Eric smiled shortly: "I'll see you off."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of zlotys from the windbreaker pocket, handed it to the little stall owner, picked a blond girl doll in a long red dress from the row of nesting dolls, and handed it to Claire. Stretching out his hand to hold the doll, he bent down and whispered in Claire's ear, "Do me a favor."

Before Claire could make a sound, he had already tightened his arms, wrapped Claire tightly in his arms, turned and left the matryosh booth, and at this moment, Claire turned her head, looked over his shoulder, Behind him, two men in black suits approached slowly.

"Don't look at them," Eric said. "Follow me."

Holding the matryoshka in her hand, Claire followed Eric out of the handicraft market. At this time, it was almost noon, the sun was in the sky, and the windows of the small building opposite reflected dazzling light, which made Claire reflect. I closed my eyes.

The number of tourists on the central market square is obviously much higher than before. Street performers played the violin in front of the Notre-Dame Basilica. Tourists in groups of twos and threes walked or took pictures in the square. Eric hugged her , shuttling among the bustling crowd, his steps were big and fast, Claire almost trotted to keep up with him, she didn't look back after listening to Eric's words, but knew that the two people were still closely following him behind them.

They passed through the crowd and came to the edge of the square. She turned her head slightly and saw one of them stretching out his hand towards the inner pocket of his coat. She revealed the tip of the magic wand hidden in the sleeve, whispered a spell, and then He retracted his wand and turned his head.But the person who was about to take out something from the inner pocket of his jacket suddenly changed his face, and pulled it out forcefully, as if he was tied in his clothes.

At this time, an empty viewing carriage slowly walked past the edge of the square. Eric quickened his pace and walked directly to the carriage. He took out a stack of zlotys and stuffed it into the opponent's pocket, then opened the door of the observation carriage, hugged Claire's waist with one hand, and carried her into the carriage.

It was the first time for Claire to be picked up by a man like this. She opened her eyes wide and clenched her hands tightly holding the doll. She didn't even notice that the suede boot on her right foot slipped off her foot and fell to the ground. .

She fell back into the soft leather sofa in the carriage and watched Eric also get into the carriage and sat beside her. The coachman pulled the reins, and the horse snorted, then trotted forward At the same time, she saw the two men who had followed Eric hidden in the crowd, watching their carriage drive out of the central square with dark eyes.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and the scene outside the window changed from a crowded central square to a stone-paved street with relatively few people.The wheels rolled on the stone road, and the car was not stable. Occasionally, when it ran over a protruding part, it would bump violently. Fortunately, Claire was used to riding a broom, so she didn't find the bumps difficult.

She put the nesting doll in front of her eyes. The nesting doll was red as a whole, but it was a blonde female doll, with red and gold alternated, which was simply the standard Gryffindor color scheme. She clicked her tongue twice in disgust, and then heard Eric's voice came from beside him: "Don't like it?"

She turned her head, lifted her chin slightly, looked at Eric's face, and said, "A Russian nesting doll really can't make me a willing hostage."

Eric smiled, and pushed the brim of a gentleman's hat with his right index finger. Without the shadow cast down by the brim, his eyes were much brighter, but Claire still didn't find any smile in them.

"You know?" He said so, but there was no shame or guilt in his tone, as calm as if nothing had happened.

Claire felt more and more that this person was very suitable for playing in Knockturn Alley, and maybe one day, he could become the leader of Knockturn Alley.

"However, even if you knew you were taken hostage by me, you still helped me." Eric smiled at her.

"It was an accident," Claire said.

"That wasn't an accident." Eric looked down into her eyes, "You helped me because we are the same kind."

Claire looked him straight in the eyes and didn't speak.

After a long time, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "The most important thing now is not to go back to why you helped me before." His eyes shifted to Claire's bare right foot under the bright yellow skirt, "I need to pay compensation to Larry!" Ms. Gerfield has a new pair of shoes." He paused, the smile on his lips deepened, "High heels."

Claire knew about high heels.

Audrey Hepburn in "Roman Holiday" has fresh short hair, wears a shirt and long skirt, and steps on high heels, walking excitedly through the streets of Rome.

It's just that for her who works in the field all year round, any shoes with heels are her natural enemy. Until she returned to teach at Hogwarts, she still wore light and flexible suede boots all year round.

So, she never wore high heels.

The viewing carriage did not circle around the ancient city of Krakow. As soon as it turned a street, Eric asked the driver to stop, then got out of the carriage first, and stretched out his arms towards the inside of the carriage.

Claire held on to the car door with one hand and his arm with the other, and jumped out of the car. Just as she was about to step on the ground with her bare right foot, a shiny black men's leather shoe had already brushed her heel and placed it on the sole of her foot.

"Come with me." Eric said, holding Claire's hand with one hand and her waist with the other, using his left foot to lift her bare right foot, and slowly took a step.

Following his rhythm, Claire stepped forward and said, "If someone comes up to chase you at this time, it seems that you won't be able to run away."

"No need to run." He raised his chin slightly and said, "Those people are not yet capable of forcing me to flee."

"Oh?" Claire raised her eyebrows, "So did you just run away?"

"Of course not." He looked down at Claire, "I just took Ms. Lagerfeld around the ancient city of Krakow."

"By the way, I lost my shoes."

"Isn't this going to pay you for a new pair of shoes?" he said, "Look down."

Claire looked down and saw her feet on his leather shoes.

Her skin was very fair, and her white bare feet stepped on his dark leather shoes, the colors were distinct.

"Does this feeling remind you of anything?" he asked.

"What?" Claire looked up at him.

"Hmm..." He pretended to think for a while, "...It seems to be a roll of video tape I saw yesterday. The red body is tied to a person's body. It's such a visual impact."

Claire: "..."

She retracted her foot and stepped directly on the ground.

Eric looked at her with a small smile in his eyes.

"Go, lead the way." Claire said blankly, "Give me back my leather shoes."

There is a handmade leather shoe store in Krakow that has been handed down for hundreds of years. The store is small and hidden in an empty box. It looks like the Gringotts Hotel, a bit old; the owner is an old man in his sixties, dressed in dark green Sitting behind a few shelves full of shoe boxes, with a pair of glasses as thick as the bottom of a pot, he leaned over a table, drawing drawings with a pencil on the new leather.

Claire walked behind Eric, watched him push the door into the shop familiarly, then walked around the shelf full of shoe boxes, walked up to the old shop owner, talked to him, and couldn't help saying: "It seems that you I am very familiar with this place."

Eric explained the purpose of coming to the old shopkeeper, then turned to look at her and said, "I stayed here for many years when I was a child."

"Are you Polish?" Claire asked casually.

Eric thought for a moment, then said, "I'm the one who almost died in Poland."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old shopkeeper had pulled out a shoe box from the shelf and brought it in front of his eyes. He looked at the shoes in the box, shook his head, and then looked at Claire.

At this moment, Claire was looking up curiously.

This was the first time she visited a Muggle shop as an adult, just like when she first went to Diagon Alley to buy daily necessities before entering school, she felt curious, and she didn't feel uncomfortable stepping on the ground with bare feet, Instead, at a natural pace, he walked around the shelves full of shoe boxes.

She felt that this shoe store was the same as Ollivander's wand store, with the same centuries-old heritage, and the same pile of shoes that were made to release ashes.

"Ms. Lagerfeld."

She turned her head and saw Eric holding a shoebox in one hand and beckoning to her. She walked over and found a pair of white high-heeled shoes in the box. She tilted her head and said, "There's something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"This heel." Claire stared, pointing at the heel, "Are you sure it's not walking on stilts?"

"Your ankles are beautifully shaped for such high shoes," Eric said calmly.

"Then are you sure I can walk in it?" Claire was a little skeptical, "I think my 'beautiful' ankle will break before I step out the door."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old shopkeeper standing aside smiled and said, "That's more convenient. It's more convenient for Eric to take you out if you break a bone and drive a steel nail!"

Claire: "???"

Eric raised the corner of his mouth, as if a little pleased, he handed the shoe box containing the high heels to Claire: "Try it."

Claire looked at Eric, and then at the old shopkeeper. She always felt that things were not that simple. She took out the two high-heeled shoes with less than ten centimeters from the shoe box and put them on the ground, feeling a little uncertain. Stretching his foot in, it felt like trying a wand in Ollivander's shop back then, not knowing what would happen next.

She stepped into the shoes with both feet, held on to the frame, and took a step tremblingly.

Safe and sound.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take the second step when she saw several figures appearing outside the glass door of the shoe store. Through the glass, it shot at Eric who was standing next to her. Eric narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out his right hand. The metal object that shot straight at it suddenly turned a corner in the middle, and flew towards the path it came from. It shot, and even accurately passed through the glass hole it came through, and shot out of the door.

Claire only heard a muffled groan, which seemed to be the unbearable sound that a person could not bear to make when he was attacked.

In the next moment, more than a dozen of these metal objects crackled through the window glass, and the glass instantly shattered, and the fragments scattered all over the ground. Claire had no time to think, and pulled out the magic wand hidden in the sleeve pocket, raised it high, and shouted He yelled: "Stop it quickly!"

There was a burst of dazzling white light from the tip of the staff, and the white light spread instantly, forming a barrier three people wide, blocking most of the metal objects from the barrier.

"This lady..." The old shopkeeper stood behind her and murmured, "A mutant too?"

Claire turned her head: "Mutant? What mutant..."

Her words stopped abruptly, and she saw Eric stretch out his right hand again. After the first time, she already knew the consequences of Eric's action, and her "don't" got stuck in her throat, When she turned her head, she saw that the bullets she had blocked outside the barrier had all turned around, turned back and shot into the bodies of those who were holding weapons she didn't understand.

The author has something to say:

The original HP and "Where Are the Fantastic Beasts" are Muggles trying to hide their existence, not arousing any attention and suspicion of Muggles. Claire is not the Virgin, but she is used to not causing commotion in the Muggle community. For her, it is the most perfect The best solution is to give these people a forgetfulness, and her mother is also a Muggle, and she herself has lived in the Muggle world for more than ten years, so she has a more gentle view of Muggles.

In her opinion, Lao Wan's behavior on the scene is very high-profile, and it doesn't fit her three views, so she definitely disagrees.

The old shopkeeper is a mutant.