[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

12 Grimmauld Place.

Although Molly Weasley, who is proficient in housekeeping magic, led a group of girls to clean up the old house inside and out, but it is inevitable that some fish slipped through the net. When Claire was sitting on the desk writing a letter, I found a few thin spider threads between the leaves of the dying cornflower on the window sill, and a small spider was slowly crawling up the blue-purple flowers that had already shown signs of failure along the spider threads. .

Blake's old house always has a bit of restraint and darkness of the British old-fashioned aristocrats. Only this sunny window sill has such a touch of golden sunshine, which reminds Claire of the summer full of tolerance in West Chester.

She looked at the little spider and smiled. She didn't use magic to get rid of the little life, but just lowered her head again, thought about it, dipped the quill in the ink, lowered her head, and continued writing letters.

"The weather in the UK is much more humid than in the US, and the rainy season is endless. It seems that the buildings are icy black and gray stained with moisture. There is a pot of cornflowers that is dying on the windowsill where I live, which makes me I felt a little surprised, and there was some comfort after the accident.

Cornflower is the national flower of Germany. There are large blue flowers everywhere on the hillside and in the fields. I took you to Germany when you were three years old. You may have forgotten that the cornflower bloomed at that time. You are staggering and running in the mountains, giggling, I want to weave you a garland of cornflowers like Queen Louis, but I don’t have such cunning hands, I held a magic wand decades ago, Later, I held the chalk, and I thought that in the next few decades, I will hold your hand and take you to every corner of the world until your steps are bigger than mine and your stature is as big as mine. taller than mine.

But sorry, my Tom.

At that time you asked me why I took you to Germany, and I told you that your father was German.

That was probably the first time I finally revealed a little information about your father under your continuous questioning, and it was also everything you knew about your father so far.

Sorry, I didn't give you a complete family so that you can enjoy fatherly love.

Before you were born, I thought that one me was enough, I would give you maternal love, and what your father should teach you, but it turns out that I was lying. Not only did I not bring your father, but I also wanted Take your mother from you.

You are right, Tom.

I was wrong. "

There were two light knocks on the door behind her, and Claire paused her pen, causing a blurred ink mark on the parchment. She turned her head and saw Molly holding a plate, and Molly turned towards her. He smiled and said, "It's lunch time."

"What did you eat today?" Claire said with a smile, "French fries?"

"New..." Molly paused, "French fries."

"Okay, let me see what new French fries Molly has developed." Claire said, stood up, and walked to Molly. Just as she took the plate, she heard a rush of footsteps downstairs There were a few loud laughs from teenagers. Molly sighed and said, "These two guys can't be quiet anywhere."

The rowdy twins appeared to be the famous Weasley twins.

"You don't need to be too depressed before the battle." Claire said.

"That's right." Molly nodded, and glanced at the parchment spread out on the desk in front of the window sill and the quill pen stuck in the ink bottle, "Are you writing a letter to Tom?"

Claire froze for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"You have already left the magic world, why do you want to come back?" Molly was puzzled, "You already have Tom, why are you still obsessed with the past."

"The whereabouts of my parents is a hurdle I can't get past." Claire turned her head and looked at the parchment that happened to be in the sun, "Even if I knew the possible ending, I couldn't ignore it."

"What about Tom?"

"...Tom." Clareton stayed silent for a long time.

Before becoming a mother, she thought everything was too simple. It was not until she sent new letters one after another at No. 12 Grimmauld Place that she realized that it is very simple for a child to have a happy childhood. She couldn't do such a simple thing for her own children.

Now, she has left her young son behind and returns to the magic world alone, in order to find out the truth about her parents' death and save the precarious magic world.

"I don't want to be a hero, Molly." Claire covered her eyes, "I don't want to be a hero at all."

"I met your father in Krakow in midsummer. Standing on a high place, looking around, there are all pointed Gothic roofs. Because they are red, they don't make people feel gloomy. They are smooth stone slabs. On the road, the windowsills of every house are full of blooming flowers, and street performers hold violins on their shoulders and play Vivaldi's tunes, which are very gentle and beautiful.

Your father is tall, and when he walks, he lowers the hat on his head. Others can only see his sharp jaw line and thin lips.He is a Jew, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eye sockets, but at the same time, he has the outline of an Aryan man, such as deep blue eyes, and brown hair with golden luster in the sun. He is very handsome striking.

When he walked, it seemed that there was wind around him, and the hem of the windbreaker gently brushed behind him. He didn't quite match this ancient city with the warmth of Vivaldi spring. Later, I took you to Drei Only then did he realize that he was more like this ancient Gothic city rebuilt on the ruins.

It is possible that you will see him many years later. He has become a gray-haired old man. I believe he is still the same as before, his back is always straight, and his usual contempt of looking down on others is in his blue eyes, and Hidden stubbornness.

Just like you when you were a kid.

I'm sorry, I don't have love with him, it's like two lonely people who happened to have a very beautiful encounter in a not so lonely place, and he happened to take off the gentleman's hat that always covered his eyes , let me glimpse the face under the shadow of the brim of the hat, and I am happy to have such a night that I can forget who I am and let myself fall asleep in the arms of a strange man.

Sorry, Tom, I can't tell you his name.

I want your life to be more peaceful, and that's why I pushed him away in the first place. "

Tom Lagerfeld put away the yellowed letter and stuffed it close to his chest. He sat on Krakow's Florian City Wall, which had been eroded beyond recognition by wind, and looked at the devastated old city of Krakow in the distance. .

Today's Krakow is completely different from the warm town described in his mother's letter. There is no textile hall with brilliant lights, and there is no central market square with people coming and going. Then there will be the terrible desolation of ruins.

There are no human beings left here, only they, the teachers and students of the former Xavier School, came here to take a breath after traveling to many places.

He untied a bottle of wine from his waist, raised his head, and took a sip down his throat. Just as he swallowed the spicy liquid, a hand had already patted his shoulder.

He put down the bottle, turned around, and saw Logan's slightly teasing eyes.

"You still have wine left." Logan said, taking out a crumpled cigar from his trouser pocket.

"Don't you have any cigars left?" Tom laughed. He shook his head, put the bottle aside, and said, "I can't drink any more, drink..."

He stopped abruptly, only to realize that Aunt Carly, who would pinch his ears and scold him constantly when he drank too much, was no longer there.

After losing his mother at an early age, he also lost his aunt who raised him.

Seeing that he didn't speak suddenly, Logan knew what he was thinking. With the cigar in his mouth, he reached out and rubbed Tom's soft blond hair vigorously, and said in a rough voice: "Boy, a person's life is so long. There are still many things to lose, if you have to be sad for so long every time you lose someone, wouldn’t you have a few days of happy life.”

Tom clapped his hands off and muttered, "I see you're having a good time every day..."

"Hey?" Logan patted the back of his head, and then wanted to touch the match, but he was empty in his trouser pocket, and then he realized that his last box of matches was the last time he fought against the Sentinel robot. Already lost.He could only frown, and drank a cigar dryly, feeling a pain in his throat.

He took the cigar out of his mouth and said, "The professor found the phantom cat."

"If you don't use the mastermind, it will be very difficult to find someone." Tom said.

"It took some effort, but with Magneto, it was resolved." Logan said, "Now he is repairing that aircraft, and we will drive to China, where the Phantom Cat is."

"Will it work?" Tom was a little puzzled, "Go back to the past?"

"This is the only way, you have to try it." Logan said.

Tom nodded, then reached out to touch the wine bottle beside him, and was grabbed by Logan's wrist again. He turned his head sideways, only to see Logan waving with the index finger of one hand: "Can't drink."

Tom laughed and said, "Logan, you know, this is where my parents met."

"That's not very romantic."

"No, it's very romantic." Tom said, "There are peddlers dressed as knights in armor under this city gate. From the city gate to the ancient city, there are many paths paved with flagstones. The roofs are all red. The window sills are full of flowers, there will be white viewing carriages in the square, and flocks of pigeons will flap their wings and fly over the square.”

Logan responded vaguely.

"It's a pity I haven't seen it." Tom sighed, stood up, and said, "Go back."

He put the wine bottle under the city wall, turned around and was about to go back with Logan, but found a lonely figure standing in the ruins, the man straightened his back, stood silently In the twilight, it looks like a sculpture.

Tom felt that he seemed to be looking at the ruins and thinking about something.

"Magneto? It seems that the aircraft has been repaired."

He vaguely heard Logan behind him say something.

The next moment, he yanked Logan's hand violently, and before Logan could react, he released a tiny electric current. Logan stared at him, his body twitched slightly, and he said through gritted teeth, "Again... ..."

"Sorry Logan." Tom smiled, then threw Logan to Magneto not far away, and then ran forward quickly, shouting as he ran: "The Sentinels are here! Logan! I'm going to drag them , quickly protect the professor and find the phantom cat!"

Logan was firmly caught by Magneto. He gritted his teeth and stared at the athletic young man shuttled through the ruins with bloodshot eyes, facing the sentinel robot flying towards them not far away. : "Tom!"

With a cold face, Magneto grabbed his hand and said only one word: "Let's go!"

"Tom Lagerfeld!" He roared out Tom's full name, but only felt Magneto's hand shaking his wrist suddenly.

On the other side, Tom jumped forward quickly, stretching out one hand towards the sky, as if a lightning bolt had been drawn out of the night sky that had entered the night sky, and the extreme light illuminated his young and handsome body. A face, and blue eyes with a little stubbornness.

"I don't want to be a hero if I can."

He fell into the sentinel robot with the lightning.

"I don't want to be a hero at all."

At the last moment, he touched his chest, where he had treasured his mother's last letter for 20 years.