[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Winnie became anxious when she heard Strange's words, she hurriedly caught up with the man in front, reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to make Strange stop.

"Stop, stop, Stephen, why don't you read it?"

After the Selwyn farce just now, quite a few wizards on the first floor have noticed the two of them, and know that Strange is a Muggle, but their attitude towards Muggles is not as extreme as Selwyn .

But wizards, a relatively closed group, basically have difficulty getting in touch with real Muggles. The only understanding of Muggle society may only come from the Muggle Studies courses at Hogwarts and those wizard classmates who came from Muggle society. .

Even the eyes that they think are hidden will become very conspicuous once they increase in number.Winnie was annoyed by the gazes of these wizards who were bored while waiting to see a doctor, but she was so preoccupied with Strange's reaction that she had no time to pay attention to them.

Also because so many eyes were watching, Winnie lowered her anxious voice a lot.

"why?"

She asked Strange again, and now they had all moved to the original position of the information desk at the door.Seeing that she was about to be dragged out of St. Mungo's by Steve's footsteps, Winnie really became anxious, and the strength she pulled on Strange's wrist unconsciously increased a lot.

Strange stopped in his tracks. He raised the hand that Winnie was holding, and his deep gaze turned to Winnie's eyes following the position where she was holding his wrist.She was really in a hurry, all the stingy emotions in the past were revealed in her eyes, and she would only be like this when her emotions fluctuated violently.Strange looked at Winnie, and his heart softened a little. He easily pulled his hand from the position where Winnie was holding his wrist, and instead he held the other's palm.

The cold temperature passed along the palm lines of her palm, and Strange squeezed her hand even tighter, but it didn't hurt her hand.

"You don't feel happy, and I don't feel happy. And we have other ways."

But Winnie opened her mouth but wanted to say something more.Strange and she maintained this posture for a while, and the mage relaxed his brows and frowned again, but it looked more like he gave in helplessly.

"Then another day."

It's really not easy to make someone with Strange's personality let go of his compromise, and Winnie thinks that maybe this is the only way to go at present.

Immediately afterwards, she noticed the slight red mark on the man's wrist.She didn't even realize just now that in order to hold Stephen back, she exerted so much strength that it left marks on his wrist.

Winnie was stunned, and looked at the red marks that were very glaring to her with some remorse, and even wanted to reach out and try her best to wipe them away.

Strange laughed softly, took Winnie's hand and covered the red mark again.

"Cover it so you can't see it."

This kind of deceiving behavior made Winnie dumbfounded, but she didn't object at all. The two of them maintained this action and walked out of St. Mungo's gate.

Before returning to Stuart Manor, Strange changed back to his usual mage attire, and finally put on the cloak he left in the sanctuary.

The magic levitating cloak circled him awkwardly twice before putting it on his back.

Because of what happened in St. Mungory, Winnie contacted Draco as soon as she returned to the manor, hoping to get the potion formula that could connect the broken nerve as soon as possible.

It didn't take long for Draco to come from the fireplace with the potion formula.He shook the ash on his robe with some disgust, and reminded Winnie: "Winnie, there is too much ash in your fireplace."

Winnie responded perfunctorily, but the expression on her face clearly revealed that Draco should hurry up and hand over the potion formula.Seeing it, Draco almost looked up to the sky and sighed, he just wanted to go back and tell his wife what Winnie looked like now.He really felt that Winnie was going to be seduced by the man named Stephen Strange behind him.

Draco took out a piece of yellowed parchment from his pocket, and shook it to flatten it.Winnie quickly took it over, looking at everything with one glance.

This is a long-standing potion formula. At that time, potion was not a shared product. Except for those basic shared formulas, only the wizard who developed it knew how to make a potion.Of course, this was also related to the closed and backward environment at that time, so that most of the rare and stingy potion formulas were lost in the historical inheritance.It wasn't until several far-sighted potion masters spontaneously formed the predecessor of today's potion association that potion formulas slowly spread and became popular.

Winnie looked at the name on the head. It was a potionist with a weird personality hundreds of years ago. The name was written in history books and there was not much information about him personally.And this potion formula originated from the cruel massacre of wizards by Muggles at that time. Some wizards who were lucky enough to be rescued had their wands broken and tendons in their hands. This potion master came up with such a formula.Winnie read it from beginning to end. Except for one or two potion ingredients that are not very common, brewing potion itself is not particularly difficult. At most, it requires concentration in the process.Winnie breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.

Draco observed Winnie's expression, and seeing her like this, he added: "I can only make a preliminary judgment on whether it is true or not, and whether it is effective or not depends on you."

Winnie thanked Draco solemnly: "No, Chief Draco, I'm sorry to trouble you, I really appreciate your help this time."

Draco didn't mention much about the process during this period, but Winnie wanted to know that besides luck, to find such a worn-out parchment prescription in Knockturn Alley, it also took a lot of effort to make those money-grubbing shopkeepers willing to let go.

Draco frowned slightly, twisting the ring on his finger, and smiled slightly.

"Malfoy is always willing to invest what's worth it."

It may sound realistic at first, but Winnie understands how much truth there is in it.And when Draco said this, it meant that he had something to ask for. This kind of mutual benefit between you and me really made Winnie a little easier than the relationship of friendship at the beginning.

During the conversation between Winnie and Malfoy, Strange was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Compared to Winnie's urgency for this potion formula, he himself seemed calm.The dim sum that Debbie brought out today seemed to refer to the taste he showed at the table last time, and what was finally presented to him was the American-style afternoon tea that he had learned and made now.

Strange was holding the book in the library of the manor, which happened to talk about the history of the goblin rebellion, and he couldn't help but feel that house elves were really a magical species.Especially when Debbie shrank when she saw him followed by the cloak, it was obvious that it possessed stronger magical power than an adult wizard.

Strange turned his head and noticed that Draco Malfoy had gone back, so he said to Winnie, "Are you done talking?"

Winnie came over, nodded to him, and handed him the potion formula in her hand.

"I'll try it tonight."

After hearing this, Strange couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you in such a hurry?"

Winnie looked back at him with her eyes wide open, with an expression of "Of course I'm in a hurry, aren't you in a hurry, how can you not be in a hurry".The expression on Winnie's face was so rich, Strange found that he could understand many layers of meaning at once, he felt a little amused, and at the same time felt unreasonably relieved.

He watched Winnie, who had a single expression and didn't want to get in touch with the crowd, gradually became cheerful, with various expressions on his face, and he seemed to be a witness of this process.

Sometimes he even felt that he might have played a part in it.

Strange is like all men who love, he hopes that his lover is safe and happy, and hopes that she will become better.

Strange read the potion formula in his own hand very perfunctorily, and he really couldn't understand the contents of it.This thing that Winnie regards as extremely important was casually stuffed back into Winnie's hands by the other party. Before Winnie could say anything, Mr. Mage, who was sitting next to her, took her hand. Shoulder, gave her a light kiss on the corner of the lips.

"I have a lot of confidence in Miss Winnie's potion level."

He spoke so frankly, as if he really wasn't worried that Winnie wouldn't be able to make potions.

Strange's completely trusting appearance made Winnie a little ashamed. Of course, a considerable part of the factor was due to his kissing and hugging when she was not prepared at all.

Winnie, who was already in the opponent's arms, stretched out her hand and pushed, but this strength did not push her out of the generous embrace.Holding her shoulders to create a space beside her, Winnie rubbed Strange's shoulders against her own forehead, and said with some embarrassment and reluctance: "Stephen, why didn't you tell me Just kiss."

Strange looked at Winnie with raised eyebrows.Otherwise, it was the first time he heard the saying that if he wanted to kiss his girlfriend in private, he had to say it in advance.This would not even have house-elves in the living room.He couldn't help but wonder what Winnie's last relationship with the famous playboy Bruce Wayne was all about.

Suddenly there was a violent cough in the hall where Strange thought no one was there, and Winnie shoved the person away quickly in embarrassment, and Strange, who really hadn't expected it, was just pushed away unprepared.

On the blank picture frame hanging in the hall, there was an old Patriarch of the previous generation glaring at Strange.

"Winnie!! You two come up to me now, I want to explain!"

Oh, it seems that in the wizarding world, those places that seem to be empty have to be careful to distinguish which are moving magic portraits.The reality taught Strange a vivid lesson.

Winnie and Strange, who went upstairs to the portrait exhibition room, faced a room full of portraits staring at them. This sour feeling far surpassed that of three interrogation sessions.

Strange didn't expect that the first time in his life that he stood in the middle of the room and accepted the baptism of all eyes was at Winnie's house.What you are facing is not a living person, but a portrait that can move and talk.

Strange straightened his back and twitched the corners of his mouth calmly.

This feeling... is indescribable.

The scene was said to be comparable to a multi-party trial, but in fact the two of them had to face the old patriarch of the previous generation, Winnie's grandfather.The predecessors of the other Stuart family were too far behind Winnie's generation, and it was far less effective than letting the previous generation of Patriarchs come forward.

As a result, the old man was busy blowing his beard and staring, but before he started scolding, his daughter, Winnie's mother, Ms. Violet, spoke leisurely first.

"Good afternoon, Stephen, I'm so glad to see you again, the manor is quite lively today."

The old Patriarch was so angry at the words of his daughter Violet who was obviously on the side of the two juniors that his usual indifferent tone suddenly rose several times.

"Lite! You still know this Muggle?!"

Violet was not at all intimidated by the old master's angry tone, but winked slyly at Winnie and Strange who were standing in the middle of the room, and said to her father.

"Of course, when I was in the United States, Stephen lived next door to our house. The two of them grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and now they are not only reunited, but also together again, um... But this is what Merlin meant."

What Merlin said almost didn't silence all the portraits.However, the fact that Violet suddenly went to another continent without saying a word and married a Muggle almost made all their portraits dizzy. Now that I witnessed it with my own eyes, I felt a little numb.

The wife of the old head of the family looked at her husband's pale and white face, and was a little worried that he would faint from anger to his daughter Violet, who was already a portrait, so she quickly winked at Violet.

Violet quickly received it.

"Isn't that great, you guys are always urging Winnie to get married, okay...sometimes I'm also anxious, after all, when I was this age, little Winnie was already playing with the kids next door. Now Winnie Ni brought her boyfriend back, didn't she follow the wishes of your parents, didn't you?"

The old Patriarch took a deep breath: "That must be a wizard—!"

Hearing the angry roar, the portraits of the ancestors next to them consciously pulled up the black cloth in front of their portrait frames.At the same time, whispering on the other end: I can't see that the little descendant is also so emotional, Violet is really the leader of the irritating.

The scene turned into a battlefield between the old Patriarch and Ms. Violet. On the contrary, Winnie and Strange who were called to question were fine.

Strange tugged Winnie's hand, and asked in a low voice, "...was your family like this before?"

Winnie was silent for a while: "...Occasionally."

Strange withdrew his gaze, okay, he got it.

Perhaps he should have seen through her bluffing appearance the first time Mrs. Violet came to him without telling everyone, the essence of her character that was not too big a deal.

The old patriarch's gaze shifted from his daughter to the two young people in his eyes who stood in the middle of the room, he pointed at Strange and said to Violet without even caring about the etiquette: "Even if you glance away Muggle question, is the lifespan of a wizard comparable to that of a Muggle! A little injury and accident can kill this man! Would you like Winnie to be like you, Lite?!"

The old man hit the pain that Violet had buried for a long time—her husband who died in a car accident. Violet drooped her long eyelashes and said nothing.

Looking at the stagnant atmosphere, the old lady didn't know which side to persuade first, and sighed, she could only pull her husband's hand to signal that he had hurt her daughter's heartache.

In this atmosphere, the first thing that couldn't hold back was the cloak behind Strange.

The three people in the portrait looked at the magic floating cloak that was shaking themselves up, and didn't say a word for a while.The old Patriarch even wondered if he was dazzled.

Strange, who lost the label of ordinary person in this way, twitched the corners of his mouth, realizing that it was his turn to speak.

"Mr. Stuart, I must correct some errors in your statement. Otherwise my cloak will be a little unhappy."

The author has something to say: People only burst out their potential when they are at the limit of death (a trace of exhaustion in the smile.jpg) I wrote 9000 from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] now... I applaud myself?Anyway, there is no need to enter the small dark room...

My brain is already confused now, if there is a bug, just mention it, and I will change it tomorrow.

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