[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Breaking out of the memory of the Pensieve is like climbing to the shore again from the erratic water. Although the feeling of suffocation is gone, I just feel weak all over the body, and even my breathing becomes short, but Claire doesn't know it. , Is this a side effect of using the Pensieve for the first time, or is it her unusually heavy mood at this moment.

The lights of this small corner apartment in New York could no longer be turned on, and could only be illuminated by the fluorescent flicker on Freeman's wand. Claire turned her head and saw that she was looking at her with a bit of worry in her eyes. She smiled. , saying, "I'm fine, Ms. Freeman."

Ms. Freeman breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I'm sorry, Claire, I was very angry when I first saw that you were arrested for combining with Muggles to break the Rappaport law. The tragedy of Edward and Rita made me never dare to see the combination of wizards and Muggles, and, at that time, I hated you."

"Edward used the love potion because he didn't want to lose Rita. Only Tom and I knew about it. After Edward and Rita's accident, in order to preserve Edward's reputation, I decided to hide the truth about their deaths and only announced that they were dead. Missing, life and death unknown." Freeman sighed, "And the Muggle boy Edward rescued also disappeared after they died, and Tom and I never found him again."

Claire nodded and said, "I see, for so many years..." She looked at Ms. Freeman and paused, "Thank you for keeping this huge secret."

The truth is often unacceptable. Claire finally understood why Eric knew that she was the daughter of Edward and Rita, but he kept refusing to reveal her identity. Keeping her mouth shut, she thinks she is as strong as her, and feels that her parents' ending is too tragic. Those letters from her parents that she has preserved to this day are filled with her initial cognition of love one by one.

But now, those letters seem to have become a joke.

Claire exhaled, and wanted to get out of this room. Just as she took a step, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Her whole body shook, and then she fell down. With quick eyes and quick hands, she grabbed the pensieve. The wooden frame, but the wooden frame couldn't support her, so it brought her down together.

Ms. Freeman noticed her abnormality, and hurried forward to support her, but the Pensieve had fallen off the wooden shelf and fell hard on the floor tiles, making several crisp sounds. The silver substance at the bottom of the basin was like It was like water mist, all poured out, dyeing a bright color like a galaxy at Claire's feet.

Claire was supported by Ms. Freeman, her eyes were wide open, she looked at this piece of silver, and felt a little flustered in her heart. However, before she could sort out her messy thoughts, she heard voices coming from the old wooden floor at the door. After a few rough "squeaks", Freeman's face instantly became heavy, and Claire immediately realized something.

"I didn't expect, Margarita, you would use a spell to seal this place, and the password is still Edward's name. It seems that after all these years, your feelings for him have not changed at all."

Voldemort's deep, rich voice sounded in the darkness, becoming clearer as the footsteps drew nearer, and at the same moment Clare heard the soft scrape of reptiles on the floor, and she frowned. He frowned, and then saw a huge snake head coming from the dark to within the range of fluorescent light, with golden vertical pupils staring at Claire, and uttered a long snake letter.

Claire gritted her teeth secretly, unexpectedly Voldemort brought his pet magic snake Nagini.

This big snake was quite famous during the war. Not only those enemies of Voldemort were afraid of it, but even the Death Eaters were quite afraid of it. One bite is enough to be fatal.

Nagini stopped not far from Claire, and Voldemort slowly walked out of the darkness. A pair of dark eyes looked at the two people standing on the balcony, with a smile that was not a smile. He looked at Claire and waved: " Come here, kid."

Claire felt the pain in her abdomen getting stronger and stronger. She clenched her cuff tightly with one hand, gritted her teeth, and stared at Voldemort without saying a word.

"You are as talented as your father. If Dumbledore hadn't sent you to other places immediately after you graduated, you would have been a member of the Death Eaters long ago. The research results are not just a history of attack magic. "He said, with some regret in his eyes, "Ludwig is right, you have talents that most people don't have, but you only want to live an ordinary life. This is really disappointing, so you should Go back to the magic world and do what you should do most..."

"Shut up Tom." Ms. Freeman resentfully planned his words, "Because of your selfishness, you killed Edward and Rita, are you going to kill Claire now?"

Voldemort looked at Freeman, a little puzzled: "Edward and Rita both died of lies, using love potions to get things that don't belong to them. Don't you think such behavior is very shameful? This is the only thing that the talented Edward weakness." He smiled softly, "However, I don't have such worries about Claire, the product of the love potion will not have any superfluous feelings, she will be the most perfect master of black magic."

"No, you're wrong." Claire tried to calm down her voice, and she gently touched her swollen belly with her cuffed hands, even though her face was pale at this time, and dense beads of sweat emerged from her forehead. But her expression is still very calm, "My parents love each other very much, the most powerful proof is me, I love my parents, I love Aunt Carly who raised me, I love Eric, and I love this unborn child My child, these feelings are probably what you said, those superfluous feelings."

The smile on Voldemort's face gradually faded.

"And..." Claire stared at him and said, "Aunt Carly told me that when you sent me to her with my father, I was still young and loved you."

Voldemort's body froze, and his face was terribly gloomy. The big snake Nagini seemed to sense his master's mood at this time, and his golden vertical eyes stared at Clare, making a dangerous "hissing" sound.

"The real person who has no feelings is you." Claire smiled, "Tom Riddle."

"Shut up!" Voldemort interrupted her, and pulled out his wand. A green light from the tip of the wand quickly attacked Claire. Ms. Freeman let out a scream the moment she heard the spell from Voldemort's mouth, but Claire didn't panic. Not in a hurry, calmly watching the green light belonging to the Avada Kedavra fly towards her, but the moment before the light touched her, it suddenly dissipated. At the same time, she heard the sound of a broken wooden stick Crisp.

Voldemort threw the only half of the wand left in his hand on the ground, and the broken red pine wand rolled on the ground and rolled to Claire's feet.

Claire lowered her head and looked at the familiar wand that was broken in two. She felt a dull pain in her chest, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

The red pine wand that belonged to her in Voldemort's hand chose to break himself before the Avada Kedavra curse hit her, ending the spell.

"It's touching, and a wand can have extra emotion. It's a pity, Claire, you have offended me." Voldemort said coldly, followed by a chilling hiss.

It's Parseltongue, and he's talking to Nagini.

The big snake Nagini slowly raised its huge snake head, stared at Claire, uttered a snake message, and approached Claire and Freeman. Claire even smelled the fishy smell of the snake. She panted violently, her eyes Looking at the pair of golden vertical pupils that were getting closer and closer to her in a daze, she suddenly thought of what Eric said to her.

"I'm not good at waiting. The day I can't wait any longer, even if the ground is turned over, I must find you."

If he was buried in the belly of a snake, even if he turned the whole earth upside down, he wouldn't be able to find her...

When she didn't know him well, she just felt that this person was inexplicable, but when she got closer to the corner of his heart hidden in her heart, she felt that she felt a little more distressed for no reason.

Although her parents died early, she still has an aunt who loves her, a principal who cares about her and takes care of her, and a group of like-minded partners. Eric, for so many years, has only himself.

And finally, there was one more person in his heart.

Thinking of this, Claire regained her sanity. She took out her father's wand from the storage bracelet on her wrist, shook her hand, and pointed at Nagini who was approaching. Before she could say the spell, she heard the window glass behind her shatter There was a cracking sound, and the moment before the broken glass flew towards her, Freeman had already hugged her tightly in his arms, and hid her at the foot of the wall.

At the same time, a huge and vigorous black shadow leaped in from the window. Claire only saw the slender hooves and slender black tail of the comer, and the sharp claws belonging to the cat family had already trampled on the comer. Gini's seven-inch, sharp fangs bit the big snake's neck before Nagini fought back.

Claire stared at the black shadow: "Irina?"

The slender and fit black panther looked back at her, because Nagini's head was still biting in his mouth, he couldn't scream, he could only grunt a few times.

Although there is still a big difference between the snoring of a leopard and that of a cat, Claire could hear it right away, and she smiled: "It really is you, Elena, if you are here, then..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the sound of the metal window frame twisting behind her. She froze for a moment, and then heard the familiar voice: "Claire, as I said, the day I can't wait, even if I turn the ground over Come here, and I must find you."

She reluctantly turned her head and looked up, only to see Eric wearing the purple armor that she usually laughed at, standing on the window sill, looking down at her, behind him was the cold moonlight, covering his body with A layer of silver light, his eyes sunk in the shadows, but made Claire feel the most fiery emotion.

"I'm not good at waiting. Three hours is my limit," he said.

Claire stared at his figure, smiled, and finally relaxed her nerves that had been tense for a long time. Before she fainted completely, she said silently in her heart: "In the future, we will not be separated for a quarter of an hour."