[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 80 Overtones

While Winnie was observing the practice room, Draco walked slowly behind her, lowered his head slightly, and the soft hair brushed her side face indistinctly, like a feather gently rubbing Had the same feeling, itchy.

Draco leaned close to Winnie's ear, and said in a low voice: "Take out your wand, and let me see your spirit guard."

Winnie trembled all over, as if aware of her reaction, Draco raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at Winnie's pocket, revealed the wand at the beginning, stretched out his hand and pulled it out, and then stuffed it into Winnie's pocket. In the palm of his hand, he surrounded the little hand with his hand, held it tightly, and then spoke again in the sensitive ear, rubbing his nose against the small ear, "Don't be dazed."

Winnie frowned slightly, a strange feeling rose in her heart, she pursed her lips, suppressed the strange feeling, and broke away from Draco's hand.

Draco was not angry, but waited leisurely for Winnie to cast a spell next.

Winnie raised the wand in mid-air, and said in a tepid tone: "Call for protection."

The wand drew a half circle neatly in the air, but as usual, there was no reaction.

This is a very perfect movement, even more standard than his.

After thinking about it seriously, Draco pursed his lips and said, "What's going on in your mind when you're chanting the spell?"

"Albert Einstein." Winnie said it truthfully without thinking about it.

Draco: "…"

Seeing Draco's sudden silence, Winnie turned her head and found that Draco's expression was a little weird, so she asked suspiciously: "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm assuming you should know that when you use Spirit Guard, what you want in your brain is some lucky and happy memories." Draco frowned slightly, he didn't believe that an unrelated Muggle would be lucky and happy source of memory.

"I know." Winnie looked at Draco, and she knew that using the Soul Guard required some happy things to think about in her mind. According to Betty, it was some favorite things and memories.

For her, reading is her favorite thing, especially with Albert.Books about Einstein.

"That's just an irrelevant Muggle." Draco frowned unhappily. He didn't expect that an irrelevant Muggle would be Winnie's happy and happy memory, but then he thought of Winnie again The spell was unsuccessful, so he calmed down a little. He straightened up, walked up to Winnie, and said calmly, "Do you know what happiness is?"

Winnie's failure was obviously related to her emotional memory, so Draco thought, doesn't this little idiot know what happiness is?

"Happiness is a kind of spiritual pleasure, because the soul is satisfied, so happiness is produced." Winnie did not hesitate, just like an endorsement, and stated the definition of happiness.

Draco had the feeling that his guess might be right, the little idiot seemed genuinely confused about what happiness and happiness were: "By definition, you're right, but that damn Muggle can't be Your happiest source of memory."

Winnie paused, thought for a while, and asked Draco: "What should that be?"

However, how could Draco know that he was not Winnie's brain.

Draco pursed his lips, and said after a long time: "Only you know this."

Winnie looked at Draco in a daze, trying to figure out what was her happiness if it wasn't something she loved.

She thought Albert.Einstein is the answer.

But Malfoy said she was wrong.

So what is happiness?

"Imagine your parents." Draco looked at Winnie's blank expression, and gave a suggestion, "Now, close your eyes and think about the picture of getting along with the Einsteins."

Winnie looked at Draco with puzzled eyes, and when she saw Draco's eyes beckoning her to close her eyes quickly, she finally closed her eyes obediently, thinking of the figures of Brett and Selina in her mind—the three of them stayed in the picture together.

"Now wave your wand and say Invoke Guardian." Draco directed from the side.

"Call for protection." While casting the spell, Winnie's mind was thinking of the expressions of Brett and Selena smiling at her—the kind of eyes that mixed tenderness, love and doting.

Suddenly, a feeling like an electric current rushed through her whole body, bringing a slight tremor.

Even though the wand still didn't summon anything, but this time, she really felt the difference.

Winnie opened her eyes suddenly, looking at the wand in her hand, a feeling of surprise and excitement rose in her heart.

Although Winnie's expression still looked calm, Draco still caught a trace of strangeness on that face, so he asked, "Did you feel it?"

Winnie looked at Draco and nodded vigorously.

"Fine." Draco frowned.

"Next, think about other people and try Betty White." Draco waved his wand, summoned the sofa, walked around Winnie, sat lazily on it, rested his chin on his hand, and said flatly, " continue."

"Call God to protect." Winnie once again focused on the practice, thinking of Betty, and then waved the wand, and this time, she felt the same feeling as before.

After that, Wen Ni continued to practice as if she had found a direction, while Draco watched silently from the side without saying anything, and the two stayed like this for the whole afternoon.

Although so far, Winnie still failed to summon the Patronus, but at least she didn't gain anything. She seemed to have found a little feeling.

Draco looked at the time while holding his pocket watch, and said lightly: "This is the end of today's practice."

Winnie, who heard the voice, looked at Draco suddenly, and only then remembered the existence of the other party.

But it's no wonder, because Draco didn't speak after that except for the beginning, and stayed quietly on the sofa all afternoon, and Winnie had completely forgotten the existence of the other party.

"Come here." Draco didn't know what was going on in Winnie's mind, but hooked his fingers towards her, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Winnie hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over, and sat next to Draco under the signal of Draco's eyes.

"Is there something wrong?" Winnie looked suspiciously at Draco who had been staring at her but remained silent.

Draco stared at Winnie without saying a word, and then moved his lips after a while: "Do you want to go to the Muggle world tomorrow?"

Winnie was stunned by Draco's remark, followed by more doubts.

Seeing this, Draco raised his eyebrows: "Don't you want to?"

Winnie never thought that Malfoy would take the initiative to make such a request. Although she was a little surprised, she still nodded honestly: "Yes."

"Very good." Draco stared at the maroon head, and stretched out his hand in a mysterious way.

The soft touch suddenly fell on the top of the head, but it only stayed for a while and then disappeared.

"The hair is messed up." Draco naturally concealed his behavior just now, of course he didn't say it directly because he couldn't help it.

Winnie rubbed her head, believing what Draco said without the slightest doubt.

During dinner, Draco and Winnie came out of the practice room and went downstairs, only to find Narcissa alone at the table.

Winnie turned her head, looked around, and tried to find Brett, but she couldn't see Brett no matter what.

"Father has gone out?" Draco did the same, looked around and found that Lucius was not there, so he asked his mother sitting at the table.

"There is something wrong with the coal mine in San Francisco. Your father and Brett rushed over as soon as they received the news. They are expected to stay there for several days." Winnie and Draco, explaining for them.

Draco nodded in understanding, strode his long legs, and was about to walk towards the seat when he suddenly found that the people beside him had no intention of following up, so he turned his head and looked at Winnie with a dazed expression on his face.

Draco thought for a while, and when Winnie was not paying attention, he held her hand and pulled her to the dinner table.

Narcissa watched all that happened in front of her eyes calmly, the corners of her mouth that were slightly raised suddenly came down, she gave Draco a faint look, then looked away in the next second, without saying anything Said, the expression on the face is elusive.

The atmosphere of the whole meal was subtle and eerily quiet. Although the Malfoy family didn't talk much during the meal, they never tried to say nothing.

However, Winnie has always been used to talking less when eating, so she doesn't have much feeling or thought about the current silence.

But Winnie couldn't feel it, and it didn't mean Draco couldn't feel it either, he knew his mother, he could feel the change.

It's just that Draco didn't understand why his mother's feelings suddenly changed when he was fine at the beginning, and seemed to be a little strange to Winnie.

"Winnie." Narcissa deliberately ignored Draco's frequent glances at her, and instead focused on Winnie.

Winnie who heard the shout looked up at Narcissa.

"Did your father know someone for you?" Narcissa asked casually as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

Draco paused, his gray eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't quite believe what he heard.

Winnie froze for a moment, and saw Narcissa's calm face, even though there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she was not as close as she was at the beginning, and only then did she notice a little strangeness.

"You are about the same age." Narcissa put down the knife and continued to use a calm tone, "Like Draco, we also helped him recognize a few targets early in the morning. After all, Mrs. Malfoy is not just a random one. People can be."

"Am I right, Draco?" Narcissa cast her eyes on Draco nonchalantly, and saw Draco's lips pursed tightly, with a trace of patience on his face, and the hand holding the knife and fork was very With all the effort, he was even more convinced that his son was indeed interested in the daughter of the Einstein family.

Draco almost used all his strength to suppress his unstable emotions, and with difficulty he could force out a sentence: "Mother."

Wen Ni pursed her lips tightly, feeling like she understood something and didn't understand it, but in any case, the only thing she knew was that she didn't like this feeling.

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Believe me, Narcissa doesn't hate Winnie, she just doesn't think Winnie is a suitable candidate for Xiaolong's wife.