[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

When Claire woke up in a daze, before she opened her eyes, she vaguely heard the school bell. As a former teacher of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Xavier School for Gifted Boys, she was very fond of the bell. Sensitive, I even have the urge to go to my own textbooks immediately, and then throw a piece of chalk to smash the sleeping students on the desk.

She was about to open her eyes, but she felt that her hands outside the quilt were gently held by a pair of warm big hands. The man gently swayed the back of her hand with the slightly rough fingertips, and then squeezed her hand again. Tucking it back into the quilt, she held the other's hand in her palm with her backhand, and gently scratched his palm with her nails.

The hand stiffened for a moment, and then she heard Eric say, "Open your mouth."

She opened her lips slightly, expecting a deep kiss, but unexpectedly, a liquid with a very strange taste was poured down her throat first, and she was forced to gulp a few sips, then immediately sat up with her eyes wide open, At this time, Eric had already taken back the glass bottle that was placed near her mouth, and then placed it on the bedside table casually, turning his head slightly, and staring at her closely with a pair of blue eyes.

It was a rare sunny winter morning, the sun was not too hot, it was even a bit cold, but fortunately, the room was well heated, and her shoulders and neck exposed outside the quilt did not feel cold, but felt a kind of moisture evaporated dry.

She barely swallowed the last bit of liquid in her mouth, wrinkled her face, looked at Eric, and said, "This familiar taste..."

"It was left by a man named Snape," Eric said.

The corner of Claire's mouth twitched slightly, she knew it.

"Why should I drink the potion?" She looked at Eric with a rare coquettish tone. She always thought that the old witch had lost the chance to say some sweet words to her lover like a young girl, but Facing Eric, an old man older than him, she has no psychological burden.

Eric frowned a little, and then said, "This is a miscarriage potion."

Claire: "..."

It was indeed the first time for her to hear that Snape brewed a miscarriage potion.

When she was still a little dazed, Eric reached out and gently stroked her somewhat messy hair: "I almost lost sight of you."

Claire also lowered her head, and touched her swollen belly. Thanks to Snape's bad-tasting miscarriage potion, she couldn't feel the heart-wrenching pain in her belly at this moment, but at this moment, she just gave birth. A trace of fear, if Eric came later, then everything would be unimaginable.

Elena, who had recovered into the form of a black cat, moved from under the bed to the bed vigorously, rubbed her forehead against the back of her hand, and made a coquettish purring sound from her throat. Claire smiled and scratched Elena chin, but turned his head to look at Eric.

Eric's cheeks were blurred against the light outside the window, but Claire knew that his eyes were gentle at this time, without the slightest sharpness.

"You come and name him," Claire said.

Eric was stunned, but before he could react, Claire had already taken his hand and put it on her swollen belly. She softened her voice and said, "Let me give you this right, for you before you were born. Give your child a good name."

Eric's hand covering her stomach trembled slightly. He didn't speak for a long time, so long that Claire suspected that the class bell was ringing again. She was about to stretch out her palm and wave it in front of Eric's eyes when she heard it first. A voice with a smile said: "Eric, if you don't tell me, I will help you say the name in your head."

Claire turned her head and saw Charles sitting in a wheelchair looking at them with a smile outside the door.

Eric looked at Charles, and before he could speak, Charles smiled and said, "Hey, old friend, I'm just kidding, I didn't get into your mind." He paused, then looked at Claire said with a complicated expression, "Claire... I saw that I called you in your memory, can you stop your imagination, I really have nothing to do with Eric..."

Claire smiled and shook her head: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you."

"Actually, I'm also a little distressed." Charles smiled. "I heard that you wizards use owls to send letters?"

"Yes, what?"

"There just happens to be an owl at Xavier's School," Charles said, "and I'll have it knock on your window tonight and deliver you a letter."

"What letter?" Claire asked.

"The employment notice from Xavier School." Charles smiled, controlled the wheelchair and brought himself back to the door of the house, turned his head, and said, "I hope Claire can accept this invitation and come to Xavier School to teach theology."

That night, two owls were parked on Claire's window sill. In addition to a letter of employment from Xavier School written by Charles with gorgeous handwriting, there was also a letter belonging to Ms. Freeman in a thick envelope. After Claire opened the envelope, Only then did I find that besides a roll of parchment full of words, there was also an envelope.

Claire was a little strange, but she still read the contents of the parchment first.

The battle between Eric and Voldemort attracted the Magic Congress, and Voldemort, who was unwilling to be exposed before he fully integrated his power, left quickly, and Ludwig disappeared, and the serpent Najib who had made countless British wizards shudder Ni, was bitten to death by Elena in the form of a panther, and became Snape's potion material.

——Part of the ingredients in that bottle of miscarriage potion came from Nagini.

When Claire saw this, she thought of Nagini's pair of golden vertical pupils that seemed to be tinged with coldness, and felt extremely relieved, and even put the disgusting taste behind her, and forgave it for the time being.

"The Dark Lord has not been completely wiped out. As long as he survives for a day, the wizarding world will be in danger. The Emergency Management Department worked an extra day to discuss whether to publish the news of the Dark Lord's resurrection in the newspaper. In the end, Aldrie Speaker Qi still decided to discuss with Minister Fudge of the British Ministry of Magic and Principal Dumbledore before deciding on the final solution, but a battlefield is inevitable, but the time is still unknown."

"Snape has already returned to England. If I'm not mistaken, he should have left a few potions behind. Although he didn't say anything, I think he still wants you to make less fuss. Now that you have made a choice, then Go down this last path. You have achieved happiness now, haven't you?"

"Finally, please allow me to return to you a letter that was 30 years late."

Claire was stunned for a moment, guessing what was in the small envelope. With trembling hands, she hurriedly opened the small envelope, and took out a thin, slightly yellowed letterhead from inside.

This is the letter she saw in Freeman's memory, the unfinished letter from her mother Rita.

When Eric pushed open the door, he saw Claire sitting at the desk, waiting to read the letter. He walked slowly to her side, and stroked the hair that was hanging around her cheeks to her back. , His finger brushed across her cheek, but touched a drop of warm liquid.

He frowned, looking at what she was looking at.

After a long time, Claire said sullenly, "Eric, I want to go to a place."

Eric didn't ask where he was going, just replied "I'll take you there."

After the late spring, the coldness of the preparations had faded. After taking a long maternity leave, the new theology teacher at Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters took another week of family leave less than a week after returning to the podium.

The students headed by Pietro protested strongly. Claire held a whiteboard marker in one hand and spread out the textbook in the other. She smiled and looked at Pietro, who had already grown silver-white stubble, and said, "If you protest again, you will write another [-]-inch paper." .”

Pietro wailed, and then said: "So Jacob will come with you to visit relatives, too?"

"Of course." Claire glanced at him, "Leave him here and you will help me take care of the child?"

Pete said seriously: "Yes."

Before Claire could speak, the classroom was bursting with laughter, and Warren even slammed the table with laughter: "Pietro takes the children, the funny joke of Xavier's school is even more funny than him being the first in the final exam. "

"Don't laugh, what's so funny!" Pietro said angrily. Seeing that everyone ignored him, he turned around and tore off a feather from Warren's wing in an instant. Warren grinned in pain, But he raised his eyebrows, sat down again, and looked at Claire, "Then... who are you going to visit relatives with?"

"Jacob's father," Claire said.

There was a booing of "yoooo" in the classroom, only Pietro said with a sullen face: "Why did you take him there!"

"Because he is Jacob's father and my husband," Claire said.

"You haven't registered yet! Everything may change! Mr. Lagerfeld, get rid of that nasty man!"

"Oh, you reminded me, we have to register before we leave."

"Teacher!" Pietro hammered the table angrily, and then said, "Aren't you afraid that that man will take you on TV?"

"Wouldn't that be better?" Claire raised her eyebrows, "You can show your affection in front of audiences all over the world."

"..."

"Okay, Pietro, it's class time now." Claire put away her smile and said seriously, "You disturbed the order of the class and wrote an extra 25-inch paper on "The Gospel of John."

"..."

"...one last question." Pietro asked again.

"Say."

"Where are you going to visit relatives?" Pietro asked, then quietly observed Claire's expression, then put his hand under the desk, and sent the message that read "Come with me to separate the teacher and that hateful man" Sent to Warren at the back table.

Warren, who was annoyed at Pietro for pulling his feathers, snorted when he saw Pietro's message displayed on his phone, and refused to check.

Claire didn't know anything about the small movements under the podium, she just smiled and said, "Go to a place with Eastern European love songs."

"Dear Claire, 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 smile on his face. Bad smile, on the window seat in the bar, kissed my face across a table, everyone in the bar cheered and booed in the Eastern European language, the Eastern European girl holding the guitar and singing turned her fingers and changed to a song A very tender 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. "

Mother, I am here as promised.

And, with the person I love the most in my life.

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