[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

It was Professor McGonagall who accompanied Claire to purchase school necessities in Diagon Alley. When she passed Ollivander's wand shop, Professor McGonagall asked her to go in and pick out a wand. She also thought it was just like picking out goods in a store , choose a handy thing among the dazzling array of shelves.

Ollivander's wand shop was founded in 382 BC, and the current store manager, Ollivander himself, is one of the three major wand casting masters in Europe.

When Claire opened the door of this old store, Ollivander was arranging the wand boxes behind the high shelves. He heard the sound of the door being pushed in, turned his head, and saw Claire looking up at him. I was stunned, then smiled and said: "It seems that I think the young lady is going to choose a wand for herself. May I ask the lady's name."

"My name is Claire Lagerfeld." Claire replied staring at him.

"It turned out to be a Lagerfeld, from a long history and very knowledgeable family." Ollivander clapped his hands and walked out from behind the shelf. He took one out of the box and said, "There is no suspense. Almost every Lagerfeld wand is made of this red pine tree. The last one who bought a red pine wand from me was Edward. Gentle boy..."

"That's my father." At that time, Claire was very excited when she heard her father's name. She raised her head and smiled, "My father is Edward Lagerfeld."

"It turned out to be Edward." Ollivander smiled and handed the box to him, "Then try this one, the body of the red pine wood, the core comes from the scales of the North Sea siren closest to the heart, the appearance of this wand Almost exactly like your dad's wand, except your dad's wand is 12.87 inches and this one is shorter, 12.55 inches."

……

"The body of the wand is made of red pine, and the core is made of the scales of the North Sea Siren, 12.87 inches." Ms. Freeman stared at Claire, "Although British wizards are not required to carry a wand license, after your father comes to the United States, he still I went to the Magic Congress to register my wand, and I was the one who registered for him."

Claire laughed and said, "Can Ms. Freeman also measure the length of a wand with the naked eye?"

"Whether this wand is yours, you know best, don't you?" Ms. Freeman exhaled.

Claire stored the wand in the storage bracelet on her wrist calmly, and then asked: "Since you are so sure that this wand does not belong to me, why didn't you challenge it in court, but took me to a secluded place to ask me?" " She paused, and her tone became sharper, "After all, you are the one who hates wizards for violating Rappaport's law, isn't it? I have conclusive evidence of falsifying physical evidence, no matter how many reasons there are to explain it, It is basically impossible to escape life imprisonment.”

Ms. Freeman's face turned even paler, and she took a step back: "Wizards and No-Majs should keep their distance. Rappaport's law is always right." She lowered her head and said, "So, you found your father?"

"No." Claire said quietly.

"That……"

"I don't know why this wand appeared. Maybe the person who switched it with my own wand is the one who knows the whereabouts of my parents. He doesn't want me to die, but he dares to take out this wand, then Before long, he will show up by himself." Claire smiled, "I'm not in a hurry."

Ms. Freeman forced a smile: "That's true..."

Before Claire looked up at the beams and pillars, there was no one in front of the gate of the wizarding court. The wizards in the court, whether they were jurors or observers, had gone to strengthen the magic circles in Woolworth Building. No one noticed her and Ms. Freeman behind this pillar.

She turned her head and looked at Ms. Freeman, who lowered her head slightly. She didn't have the harshness and sternness when she first met, and she didn't have the tit-for-tat in court. She was no different from an ordinary woman who was hesitating.

Minister Freeman, who is known to be strict in Ralph's mouth, as a member of the jury, recognized at a glance in court that the wand did not belong to her, but did not challenge it in court, but took her to a secluded place after the adjournment Asking in the corner, it is obvious that the other party does not intend to expose her, at least, he will not send her to prison with this forged physical evidence.

Ms. Freeman would not tell the reason, and Claire was unwilling to speculate about her father's relationship with this lady that was never known to others.

Thinking of this, she was about to say goodbye to Ms. Freeman, but at this moment, Ms. Freeman had already adjusted her expression, raised her head, looked at Claire, and said, "Are you going to see those No-Majs? "

Claire froze for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"You should be very clear about the law of Rappaport." Ms. Freeman paused, her tone softened a little, "and they have already forgotten about you."

"They forgot about me, and that doesn't prevent me from visiting them," Claire said, "And I haven't completely escaped the crime, and I still have the tracking magic of the Magic Congress on my body, so you don't have to worry about what I will do again."

Ms. Freeman looked at her lower abdomen, hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Don't get involved with No-Maj or any mutants anymore. Different races should abide by the rules of different races. There is no such thing in the world. There is any love that can cross races, even if it is combined, it will inevitably be jealous and suspicious."

Claire raised the corner of her mouth and said, "We are all human beings."

Ms. Freeman squinted her eyes, as if quite dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything else. She just raised her head, turned around, stepped on her high heels, and quickly left the colonnade.

Claire looked at the dark red wizard robe billowing behind her, smiled and shook her head.

Before leaving the Woolworth Building, Claire specially changed into Muggle clothes, and Minister Scarman kindly provided the lipstick number and blush to match the clothes. She put on a delicate makeup and wore black over-the-knee boots, and walked slowly out of the Magic Council exit of the Woolworth Building.

It was already dark outside, but several large lights were turned on outside the building, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. Claire squinted her eyes, but before she got used to the light, she heard an exclamation: "There are still people in the building! There are still people Didn't come out!"

Before she could react, a group of people in red uniforms and yellow helmets had already surrounded her. She blinked, and after adjusting to the light, she saw "Damage Control" printed on the helmets of these people.

Damage Control Bureau, a construction company that cleans up the mess of superheroes after battles.

"Ma'am? The battle between the Avengers and Magneto just happened here, and you didn't have time to escape?"

"Ma'am? Are you all right?"

"Ma'am? Are you hurt?"

"Ma'am? Do you have any property damage, and if so, you need to fill out a form..."

"Ma'am? Are you pregnant? God, whoever has a cell phone, call 911 and take this lady for a checkup!"

"No, no need." Claire said hurriedly, and she waved her hands vigorously, "I just fell asleep and didn't hear the fight outside. I'm fine, I'm not injured, and I don't have any property damage. I..." She paused, "This matter The clothes look pregnant?"

The female employee of the Damage Control Bureau who proposed to call 911 just nodded: "Yes, buttoning up the windbreaker is indeed more pregnant."

"Oh." Claire nodded, untied the windbreaker, greeted the employees, and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment." The female employee yelled, and Claire turned around and saw that she took off the scarf around her neck, handed it to Claire, and said with a smile, "You are still pregnant, please pay attention Don't catch a cold, many cold medicines are forbidden for pregnant women."

Claire froze for a moment, stretched out her hand towards the not-so-thick scarf, stopped in mid-air again, frowned and said hesitantly: "But you..."

"I don't care. I'll be off work later." The female employee said, "Are you looking for your husband? It's cold at night, Jean, keep warm. The battle between the Avengers and Magneto surprised you Hurry up and adjust your mood, the baby in the womb can also feel the mother's emotions."

Claire smiled, took her scarf, and wrapped it around her bare neck: "Thank you."

The female employee smiled, and several other employees said something like "Please be careful and safe in New York". Then they took their notebooks and found some people sitting on the ruined walls to register their information. Those people are probably the real sufferers. .

Claire walked out of the range of the Woolworth Building and looked back. Under the light of those lights, she saw that this area had almost become scattered ruins. The surrounding bricks and stones were scattered, and the steel bars were twisted. It is full of rubble and broken glass, but the Woolworth Building has only a few windows on the upper floors that have been shattered. Very weird.

Some people were sitting on the ruins and weeping, while others were struggling to remove the ruined walls. There was a lot of noise around them, mixed with some sighs.

"It was obvious that Magneto killed Apocalypse yesterday, why is he trying to destroy these buildings again today?"

"Sure enough, mutants are not trustworthy!"

"Fortunately, no one died because of this..."

"The Woolworth Building is amazing, only a few pieces of glass shattered."

"Magneto didn't play hard, did he?"

"Why did Magneto let go of the Woolworth Building alone?"

"..."

Claire didn't listen any more, she covered the lower half of her face with a scarf, lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and quickly stepped out from the ruins. There was no feasting on the streets of New York this day, but the Woolworth Building The surrounding accidents caused the entire road to be paralyzed in traffic, the sound of car horns was endless, and occasionally drivers could be heard cursing with accents, and the news on the LED screen on the opposite building changed from "Magneto Destroys Apocalypse to Save Humanity" to It became "Magneto strikes again, and the people of New York are in crisis".

Under the news headline is Eric in armor and a helmet. His face looks blurred on the monitor, and his eyes are only a touch of perfunctory blue.

Claire only took one look, then lowered her head, she walked to the hiding place under the building, and whispered the apparition spell.

After a burst of air bursting in her ears, the car horns suddenly disappeared. She heard a rapid flapping of wings, subconsciously raised her head, and saw a sparrow flapping its wings from the garden wall of Banner House. flew up.

She returned to her former home.

Compared to the noisy streets of New York, the small town of West Chester is still completely silent. Only a few weakly lit street lamps are left on the lonely road, and one of them emits the sound of electric current, and the light trembles slightly. with.The garden of Banner’s house was no different from the previous few days. Through the apple tree in the garden, she could still see the warm yellow light from the window, and she could still faintly hear the sound of the TV in the house.

At this point, Aunt Carly must be watching some TV series.

She thought so, and then heard a voice not far away: "Madam, are you looking for Mrs. Banner?"

She turned her head and saw Johnson, her former neighbor, carrying a black garbage bag and looking at her through the courtyard wall.

She shook her head with a smile and said, "It's just passing by."

"Oh." Mr. Johnson nodded, threw the garbage bag into the garbage bin at the gate of the courtyard, clapped his hands, then turned and left, looked back at Claire before entering the door, and read again, "You should leave quickly, If Mrs. Banner sees you, maybe she will hold you back and not let you go."

"Huh?" Claire was stunned, "Ka...what's wrong with Mrs. Banner?"

"Since yesterday, Mrs. Banner has said that her niece who works in the UK has disappeared. When she meets a young lady, she will drag her to let her go home with her. But Mrs. Banner has no niece at all." Mr. Johnson shook his head, "Poor Mrs. Banner's son is not with her, and she lives here alone. It must be lonely...Hey, lady, what's wrong with you?"

Claire smiled, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand, and said, "Probably... I sympathize with Mrs. Banner's experience..."

"It is indeed worthy of sympathy..." Mr. Johnson sighed, shook his head and went back to the room.

And Claire stood outside the courtyard wall outside the garden of Banner's house, looking at the light shining through the window, stretched out his hand several times, trying to push open the wrought iron gate, but always stopped halfway.

Aunt Carly hadn't quite forgotten her, and might be able to remember her beyond the curse of the Winged Demon's venom.

... and possibly, like those young ladies, being dragged home by Aunt Carly as the niece who "doesn't exist."

While she was so hesitant, she suddenly heard a cat meowing. She suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised her head, only to see that the window of her original room on the second floor was opening to the outside, with orange light peeking through the curtains, a small light Ling's figure jumped onto the window sill, then yelled at her a few more times.

It's Elena!

Claire opened her eyes slightly, it was Elena!

Elena is the magic cat, don't forget her!

She was about to use Apparition to go back to her room, when she suddenly realized that since Aunt Carly was watching TV on the first floor, who turned on the windows and lights on the second floor?

Who is in her room?