[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

The post-operative scars on her body disappeared completely after Winnie drank a bottle of scar-removing potion when she returned home.

Winnie is not like those who criticize the weakness of Muggles. She has a considerable understanding of potions and Muggle medicine. Many problems that wizards have not yet overcome in medicine have already gone far in modern medicine. But Winnie has to say that there are still many times when the level of healing of wizards is far better than that of Muggles.

For example, now, Muggles don't have such an effective scar removal potion.

Thoughts were growing freely in Winnie's mind, so that she would not always think about the unbearable taste of the potion down her throat.Winnie's ability in potions is already higher than her talent can match, but even so, she still can't improve the taste of every bottle of potion when she makes it.

Any tiny change in the dosage in a potion can cause a potion to fail completely.Any little bit of innovation takes more effort than it seems insignificant.

Not even the youngest master of potions, the head of Slytherin, ever improved the taste of potions.Of course, Winnie felt that Professor Snape was more lazy to spend effort in these useless places.

There are not many potion ingredients left in Winnie's hand. Due to the limitation of where she lives now, Winnie has no conditions to store a large amount of potion ingredients.This time, the brewing of the potion has been stuck without progress for a long time, and it has spent most of the materials that Winnie bought back last time.

Winnie had to run Gotham again.

Eunice, the owner of the Covert Potion Store, just gave herself hands filled with alchemy products. She waved her wand and pulled out several drawers in the cabinet high into the dark room, with a rare lighthearted expression.

"Foy, look, besides what you asked for this time, there are a lot of good things in the store."

Eunice rubbed her newly installed hands, with a smile on her old-fashioned face, and the corners of her eyes were carefully fawning.

Winnie slightly bent the corners of her mouth, and stretched out her shiny fingertips to point to the so-called good things in Eunice's mouth.

"that's it?"

It is estimated that this pair of alchemy products cost more than half of Eunice's net worth, and now she is so poor that she can only find a few more gold masters to trick them into buying more expensive potion materials.And Winnie has always been the most talkative of her generous customers.

"Yes, yes. You must know the goods, so I won't introduce more."

Winnie looked at it, and knew that Eunice had not lied to her, and finally picked out some prohibited materials that were usually difficult to sell in the market, and Eunice smiled.

Eunice's purse was bulging, and her attitude towards Winnie was more enthusiastic than the previous few times: "By the way, England sent you a letter again, and I'll get it for you."

Winnie didn't say a word up front, and when she got the sealed envelope, she said to Eunice, "You didn't remember to give it to me until I was leaving?"

The flat tone made Eunice feel a bit guilty.

"Foy, are you British? We've known each other for so long, but you've never said anything about yourself. I don't even know your full name. Maybe it's fake."

As Eunice spoke, she became more righteous from a guilty conscience, and at the end she glanced at Winnie, who couldn't see her face clearly, as if complaining.

Winnie was nearly knocked out by the volatile shopkeeper.Fortunately, she was a good-natured Slytherin, letting the other party mutter.

"Foy is the real last name, and you only told me the name Eunice."

Eunice stopped complaining.

But she obviously didn't know that there was such a thing in the set of arguments of the Slytherin nobles: the truth doesn't have to be told too fast and too completely, at least it should be used to its greatest value.

Winnie didn't lie, but when she followed her mother back to England as a child, she changed back to her mother's family name - Stuart, and Foy was her father's surname as a Muggle.

On the return trip from Gotham to Manhattan, Winnie opened the envelope that still had a faint scent, and took out the parchment paper inside.The sender was her best friend and roommate at Hogwarts.

Miss Waves:

You don't know how long it's been since you came back to see your best friend.She thought sadly that maybe Little Bolang had forgotten her and was at ease in a distant place.Of course, Xiaobo's best friend still cares about her, fearing that she will be wronged in the barren land far away from her hometown.

Scorpius was old enough to be exposed to the outside world, and Draco planned to invite others on Scorpius' birthday this year.I know you don't like that, so there's a little private party after the banquet, and we all really want you back.

Astoria

There is no surname in the letter or in the signature, so as not to see it after opening the letter.At first, Astoria and Winnie had the same contact information as all wizards, but when Malfoy's golden eagle crossed an ocean from England to the United States, he was unwilling to give it away next time.And Winnie's address was always changing. Winnie finally made a compromise and asked Astoria to send the letter to Eunice's potion shop, and she would pick it up regularly.

The signing date was a week ago, and Winnie thought about Scorpius' birthday... about half a year away.I don't know if it was like the tradition of those nobles who always start preparations very early in advance or Astoria deliberately used this excuse to urge himself to go back.

Winnie couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, and a slight smile came out of her eyes.

As for Astoria asking her to go back earlier, Winnie's thoughts paused, so let's wait.

Afterwards, life remained the same, Winnie continued to run her flower shop that did not make money at all, and lived a very leisurely life.After another failure, the potion brewed on hand to sort out the memory confusion caused by the trauma of the spell has made a lot of progress, and I believe it will be a complete success next time.

Winnie calculated the materials in her hand, and it was just enough to make up a portion.Recently, she has spent a lot of money on potion materials. Winnie plans to take a few bottles of potion and send them to Eunice when she goes to the Koft potion shop next time. The black market transaction should be able to make up for part of the recent expenses.

After thinking about it, Winnie pushed open the door of the restaurant in a good mood, and saw that Strange was already enjoying his lunch at his usual position.

The need to send flowers to the doctor was no longer necessary, and the number of meetings between the two did not decrease.This western restaurant in the same direction as the flower shop and the hospital became a place where the two met frequently.

When Winnie complained about why she ran into Strange in this western restaurant two or three days a week, the other party wiped her mouth gracefully with a napkin and said, "Miss Stuart, you should know that before you , I'm already a regular here."

The blunt statement blocked Winnie, who had only such an idea, so angry that she had nothing to say.

Even if other tables were still vacant, Winnie walked towards Strange's table out of habit.

Strange swallowed the food in his mouth, summoned the waiter to ask him to bring a menu to Winnie who was opposite him, and then slightly raised his chin at Winnie.The expression on the man's face always looked very proud but not annoying. Winnie sometimes felt that Strange's appearance was more Slytherin than her Slytherin.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, are you happy that you don't have to eat at the same restaurant as me?"

Strange teased her with what Winnie said about this question last time, and sure enough, Winnie gave him a glare.Strange smiled secretly, and at this moment, the woman looked a little imposing, unlike the usual silent and avoiding people's sight.

"I'm not very happy, but rather surprised. Strange, this is the first time I've noticed your narrow-mindedness."

Strange laughed directly, and did not continue to answer Winnie's words.

Although the two people verbally refuse to give in to each other as before, they seem to understand this default mode of getting along with each other, and every seemingly unkind verbal dispute is to the point.

After ordering and returning the menu to the waiter, Winnie asked Strange, "So you weren't in Manhattan a few days ago?"

Winnie did the math, she had indeed not seen Strange here for several days before.

"Hmm, I stayed in Washington for a few days to participate in an academic seminar."

Winnie nodded.

After the steak Winnie ordered came, Strange was about to finish his meal. He slowed down his eating speed, and finally finished eating a little ahead of Winnie. He wiped the corners of his mouth and enjoyed a glass of relaxation after the main course. wine.

Seeing Winnie gesturing to himself after eating, Strange stood up: "Then let's go."

I don't know when it started, not only eating at the same table, but also walking back together by default afterward.

Strange walked at a leisurely pace, while Winnie, who was behind his shoulder, would maintain her usual pace, walking in a place where Strange was side by side and a little behind.

Strange could see Winnie's face out of the corner of his eye while looking across the street.

Usually at this time, they didn't have much conversation, and Strange could almost look at Winnie for a longer time without any scruples.Even though she was not very active, she couldn't make people ignore her existence. By the time Strange found out, it was already in his habit to peek at Winnie when she wasn't paying attention.

His previous contacts were more or less probing. He wanted to know if the owner of the florist and the little girl who used to live next door to his house were the same person by coincidence.

But now, Strange found that he didn't care so much.

The sound of violent impact on buildings in the distance pulled the two of them back from their respective leisurely states of mind.

Strange looked back at Winnie's somewhat stiff face, he wanted to pull the corners of his mouth but couldn't smile: "Although you look like you don't want to believe it, the truth is what you think."

In the distance, on the street where the flower shop was located, the dazzling golden-red armor was fighting with the people on the other side, and countless shops and road facilities around them were damaged.

The dazzling red-gold armor throws opponents into the shop with its large glass windows.Crash, clatter, the sound of glass breaking and Winnie's heartbreaking voice intertwined.

"Wow."

Doctor Strange, who saw a superhero fighting with a villain for the first time, said that he had never seen such a big scene with his own eyes. Seeing the man crawling out of the flower shop that really suffered, he sighed dryly.

But the villain still clamored: "Stark, Iron Man is nothing more than that."

Tony Stark immediately showed him something more "beautiful".

"Ah, you really shouldn't shout at me in front of so many ordinary people."

Iron Man pushed the man on the road until he smashed a few big holes, and then dragged the enemy who hadn't recovered his consciousness away from the city center.

Leaving Winnie and Strange facing the flower shop full of shards of glass.

The author has something to say: Today is Winnie who is heartbroken and doesn't want to talk

Astoria would call Winnie "Little Wave" because Winnie means white wave and friendly friend in Welsh.

Alas... I found that the collection rate of this article is so low compared to the previous one... Is it not well written?

Thanks to jiusehuo big baby's grenade X2