[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

The cold passed with February, and the students no longer had to wear thick cloaks when they left the warmth of the castle.

On a certain day not too long after the second game, Professor Moody of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class stopped Winnie who was about to leave after class.

After waiting until there was no one in the classroom, Moody came and paced back and forth, his alchemy prosthetic leg making a rumbling sound.Winnie took a look and thought of the Winter Soldier who had taken over the dove's nest in her flower shop.

She and Stephen had been at Hogwarts for several months, and she already had a feeling of a world away from the friends of the Avengers.But Winnie knew that the time for her and Stephen to go back was not far away.

Here Moody was still walking back and forth, his magic eyes were spinning wildly, staring at Winnie.

Winnie collected herself and asked, "Professor, what's the matter?"

Moody shook his head first, but he immediately said: "Your performance in the first two games far exceeded my expectations, oh, Stuart... people with this surname are low-key and cautious, but you and yours Mother is very different."

Winnie stood where she was, without any reaction to Moody's soliloquy.In the eyes of other students, Mad-Eye Moody is weird and scary. When she is really thirteen or fourteen years old, she will be nervous and uncomfortable in such a private conversation, but these emotions will not be on her now.

While Winnie and Strange were chatting inwardly, Moody's voice, which had been deliberately paused, continued again.

"I hate those nasty and cunning snakes! Yes, they are Death Eaters! They are all such guys, am I right?" The normal eyes stared at Winnie together, "Oh, but your grandfather is not, I didn't catch him anything."

But in complete contrast to his high-pitched emotions, the girl standing in front of him had an expression that could be called indifference.

"Sorry, Professor, I don't know."

After coming out of the classroom, Strange said: [I don't think the professor of your class is a normal person. ]

Winnie walked all the way down the stairs and said: [Defense Against the Dark Arts is a cursed class, changing professors every year, destined not to be ordinary people. ]

[Besides, more than half of the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban were captured by Moody, how could such a person be normal. ]

Strange snorted.

[But I don't like the way he talks about my grandfather. ]

Maybe it's because she has seen too many people of all kinds, but Winnie always feels that the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

In the following days, Winnie still put all her energies into making a plan on how to defeat Voldemort without fail.At this time, Winnie began to regret why she didn't find a chance to find out the fierce remarks of Harry Potter, who was in the fourth grade after returning from the Triwizard Tournament, so that she could know what happened in the last level.

But now, no one can tell her the answer, and maybe even the one who knows all this best has become herself.

In the Room of Response exactly like the New York Temple, Strange was sitting on the sofa. Seeing that Winnie, who had been discussing the feasibility of every detail of the plan with him, suddenly stopped talking, Strange knew without guessing. Why is she bothered.

"Winnie, you don't need to worry about such unpredictable things anymore." Strange said, "Well, where did we talk just now?"

Winnie sighed, of course she knew what Stephen said was right.

"I just think it would be nice if I could get a little more information, forget it."

Although Winnie said this, Strange obviously noticed that her brows were still frowning.He gave up his comfortable sitting position, got up and walked over to Winnie, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"In fact, there should be another person who knows. It depends on whether you want to cooperate frankly with him."

Winnie turned her head, and she already roughly knew who Stephen was talking about.

"Principal Dumbledore." Strange raised an eyebrow at Winnie, asking her what she thought.

"You are against him?"

Now Strange also understands the rumors that Slytherin and Gryffindor have been disharmonious since the founders. He thought that Winnie didn't like Dumbledore because he was from Gryffindor.

Winnie shook her head, "...No, Stephen, you are right."

After another two or three days, Winnie finally made up her mind to go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore, but she was unwilling to take the risk of taking Stephen with her, and only asked Strange to wait for her in the Room of Requirement.

After hearing this, Strange obviously disagreed: "Winnie, this is not acceptable."

Winnie pressed his shoulders and let him sit on the sofa: "Okay, as you said, Dumbledore is the one who can tell the truth. It won't take much time for me to talk to the headmaster. Take that memory out and put it in a pensieve, and he will understand it when he reads it with his wisdom."

Strange's stature of nearly 1.9 meters was about the same height as Winnie's when he sat down, but he found that he couldn't break away from Winnie's hand on his shoulder.This shows how determined Winnie is to have him stay here, Strange was at a loss for words.

In the end, Mr. Mage leaned back, with a hint of helplessness in his smile, and he signaled Winnie to let go.

"Okay, can I bring dessert back, Winnie?"

Strange in spirit form does not need to eat, but he is still very satisfied with the afternoon tea snacks made by the Hogwarts elves.

The compromising Mr. Mage looked like a lazy feline creature leaning on the sofa, and Winnie couldn't help but curl her lips when she saw it.

"Okay, wait for me for a while."

After giving Stephen a hug, Winnie quickly set off for the principal's office.

When there was only one person left in the Room of Requirement, the pampering, compromise and helplessness on Strange's face disappeared like the ebbing sea water, replaced by the struggle and sigh in his sharp eyes.

"Winnie, Winnie..."

The Response Room imitates the comfortable September sunshine in Manhattan, shining into the room through a whole piece of colored glass windows on the opposite side, so bright that it dispels all the gloom.But it couldn't dispel the obscurity and gloom in Strange's heart.

He leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and softly recited the name of the person he loved.

"Forget it, I still don't want you to know."

What Winnie said to Strange that it doesn't take much time to talk to Dumbledore is not a white lie. For wizards, if they want to talk about something thoroughly, they only need to pull out this memory and let the other party see it. Enough.Winnie wasn't too close to Dumbledore, saying that the benevolent headmaster had no prejudice against Slytherins, which no Slytherin would believe.But as the most powerful and prestigious white wizard in Britain, Winnie couldn't think of a second person who was more suitable than Dumbledore.

After seeing the principal in the office, Winnie bluntly asked to talk to him alone.

Dumbledore let out a "huh", took off his glasses and wiped them. His deep eyes were full of compassion for others. Facing this "special" student in front of him this year, Dumbledore thought for a while and asked : "Stuart, can you tell me, an old man, what is the matter first?"

"The matter I want to talk about is too long to talk about. Mr. Principal, I have a suggestion. Why don't we just use the Pensieve."

Dumbledore was obviously taken aback by his usual gentle expression towards his students, and then his whole aura became serious.He politely asked the portraits on the walls on either side to step aside, and then took out the Pensieve.

"Son, you have to take out your memory..."

Just as Dumbledore was about to say that, he saw Winnie deftly pointing the tip of her wand at her temple, and then pulled out a small strand of silver thread and placed it in the Pensieve.There was no smile on Dumbledore's face at all, and Winnie's behavior was not like an ordinary child at all, but very much like an adult wizard.

Winnie pointed to the position of the Pensieve. Under the sharp eyes of the old headmaster who faded away from her kindness, Winnie felt the uneasiness she had not seen for a long time. Her straight back was slightly stiff and she wanted to shrink back. Winnie quickly lowered her eye.But she said what she had to say anyway.

"Please, Headmaster Dumbledore, all I want to say is here."

The Pensieve shows the original historical trend, covering the chaos of the wizarding world from the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament.

Dumbledore took a deep look at Winnie, and then threw himself into the memory of the Pensieve without hesitation.

Winnie stood at the staircase door for a while after coming out of the principal's office, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.Without any suspense, they reached a cooperation.If Winnie is a real 13-year-old wizard, then Dumbledore will not let her interfere in this matter to protect her safety.But in the face of a pseudo-little wizard whose soul has come back after suffering, Dumbledore agreed to the plan that made Winnie want to continue.

The aura of Dumbledore, who is no longer just the headmaster of Hallwarts, made Winnie even hard to resist at first, and it was only at this moment that she faced the real side of the old man who was titled the greatest white wizard of this century.In addition to the pressure of being face to face with such a principal, Winnie also has greater confidence in defeating Voldemort completely this time.

As she exhaled out of her body in one breath, Winnie felt that the pressure in her heart also eased a lot.She now had to go to the basement kitchen and ask the house-elves to make a dessert that Stephen liked.

Winnie aimed at a moving staircase and walked down quickly, ignoring the little bugs that had been circling her while she stood there just now.

It took Winnie a little time to return from the kitchen to the Room of Response, and when Winnie came back with a standard English afternoon tea dessert, the hour hand had already moved almost two ticks.

Winnie noticed the clock on the wall, her face was a little more apologetic, she put down the plate, and said to Strange: "Sorry Stephen, I'm late."

Strange waved his hand at Winnie, and the thing he was holding in his hand suddenly jumped in front of Winnie.Winnie saw clearly that what was in front of her was Stephen's standard configuration - the magic levitating cloak, and her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"How did the cloak get here?!"

Although Strange can maintain his physical state throughout the day, it is still different from his real body, so no matter how he materializes, his spirit body always looks like it is wrapped in a faint milky white.And the materialization is only for Strange himself, things like cloaks that are high-level magic items do not have the form of spirits.

Strange also looked a little dazed, apparently he didn't know what was going on.He turned to Winnie and asked if it turned out well.

Winnie replied: "Dumbledore believed what I said, and he will work together when the time comes."

The cloak just came from the cosmic battlefield, but saw that the two people present did not pay attention to themselves, and they fluttered unhappily, getting bigger and smaller for a while.

It was hard for Winnie and Strange not to be attracted by the cloak, knowing that it was losing its temper again, Strange twitched the corners of his mouth as usual, and stopped the cloak: "Okay, okay, here are the two of us It is impossible to forget you."

Winnie followed and asked the cloak who was twisting happily, "cloak, how did you get here?"

But obviously, even if the cloak could understand Winnie's words, there was no way for them to communicate smoothly.After a few minutes, Winnie sighed and gave up on her otherwise stupid idea.

Seeing Winnie's wrinkled face, Strange chuckled, poured two cups of Ceylon black tea respectively, and handed one of them to Winnie.Mr. Master is holding a teacup in one hand and a saucer in the other. His fingers are slender and his knuckles are well defined but not obtrusive. This looks very good for drinking tea.

"Winnie, you shouldn't have pinned your hopes on how the cloak can make it come here."

The cloak that understood Strange's bad words slapped the man violently, Strange turned his head sideways, and protected the teacup in his hand without losing his demeanor.

"Oh, can't you be quiet?"

Strange didn't even look at his cloak, his lips parted slightly, expressing his dislike for the cloak.

But after a while, the two of them also realized the reason why the cloak appeared here one after the other.Because of persuading Dumbledore to believe that Voldemort will be resurrected, and let the other party cooperate with them to defeat Voldemort, history deviated again, and the cloak came here.

They will be able to go back soon.

On the second floor of the familiar temple transformed from the Room of Requirement, there is now another lively and noisy cloak. The Mr. Mage sitting on the sofa is elegant but also has a poisonous tongue.

Winnie felt that the rowdy scene that had been going on every day before had begun again.

After laughing dumbfounded, she hastily pulled the cloak ready for tornado mode to her side to comfort her.

"I'm so glad you're here."

The cloak straightened up, as proud as if he had won a battle.

In response to what Winnie said to appease the cloak, Strange didn't make trouble. He just calmly took a sip of the tea that was at the right temperature after being fanned by the cloak, and covered the smile on the corner of his mouth by lifting the teacup. .

A few days later, on the way to the auditorium for dinner, Winnie noticed that many of the students she encountered were quietly staring at her.These gazes made Winnie frowned habitually, and it was only after Astoria asked the other Slytherins in the auditorium that she learned the reason for these gazes.

Astoria took the "Daily Prophet" borrowed from another Slytherin and said to Winnie angrily: "That woman Rita Skeeter writes some messy news!"

Winnie stopped eating, and glanced at the place Astoria pointed out to her. The title was specially bolded and read: "Triwizard Tournament Warrior Winnie Stuart's Ego Hype".In addition to the title deliberately used to attract people's attention, the words and sentences in the text are also very spicy.

"Winnie Stuart, a girl who was originally withdrawn, has become a contestant in the Triwizard Tournament this year. She is even a grade younger than Harry Potter, our boy who lived. The curiosity-seeking mentality of wanting to win everyone's attention has led such a young girl to embark on a dangerous road to competition... But to our surprise, Winnie Stewart's results in the first two competitions are very good , Is there any unknown secret hidden in it...Even, a few days ago, our lovely Winnie went to the headmaster, Mr. Dumbledore alone, and whether the secret conversation between them was consistent with The next third game is about..."

A Triwizard Tournament gave this reporter, who has always been skeptical, a lot to write about. In several issues of the "Daily Prophet", news about the Triwizard Tournament occupied a large section of the page.

"What's more interesting is that although our Winnie is only 13 years old, she has already had a rich love history. The one who is currently fighting is Draco Malfoy from the same college. In addition, the author understands that the relationship between the two has not yet been confirmed. The direct reason is Winnie's roommate, Astoria Greengrass. Two charming Slytherin flowers, Mr. Malfoy must be quite conflicted at the moment..."

Astoria didn't finish reading the second half, she was already blushing with anger, and slammed the newspaper on the table: "What the hell is this written!"

Draco, who obviously read the report not far away, had the same reaction: "I'm going to make that woman Skeeter lose her job!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, he heard Astoria's voice not far away.The original anger was like a muted cannonball, stuck in his throat and couldn't move up and down, which was very embarrassing.

Astoria saw the male lead in the report, snorted coldly and turned his head away, not giving him a good face at all.

Draco, who was still thinking about how to say hello, put down his hands that were frozen in mid-air, glared resentfully at Winnie, who was held by Astoria's arms, and gritted his teeth, making up his mind that he must let his father give Rita Skeeter is a reporter looking for trouble.

Winnie, who was said to have a "rich love history", hadn't expressed anything yet, but her real boyfriend Strange opened his mouth coolly, showing that he actually has a super high sense of presence.

[This reporter really dares to write casually. ]

Winnie was disgusted with the reports of this woman before, and after becoming a player in the Triwizard Tournament this time, she was forced to accept several interviews.

[Even if I hadn't said anything, her quill would have filled this issue. ]

[She saw Dumbledore last time? ]

Hogwarts has always been forbidden to enter, and apparition and other methods cannot be used under special magical barriers. Winnie can't figure out how Ritter Skeeter slipped into Hogwarts.

[Unclear, but 'ask' the next time you see her and you'll know. ]

And Strange also had this intention, and his originally frowning brows relaxed.

And Astoria was still angry. Her best friend was slandered by others, and Astoria was even more angry than when she was scribbled into the report.

Winnie poked her angry face and said, "Actually, Skeeter did not make mistakes in some places."

Astoria's eyes widened suddenly: "What?!"

"For example, I did go to Headmaster Dumbledore...but not for the Triwizard Tournament champion."

Astoria, who was still nervous at first, breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Winnie's whole sentence, she complained and moved Winnie's finger on her face: "Winnie, can you talk without panting so much, scared me."

Hearing what Astoria said, Winnie thought, but she didn't continue to say: Leah, you and Draco are really a couple in the future.

She must not tell this secret until Draco chased Astoria in his life.

Otherwise, the result could be predictably tragic.

After Astoria took off her good friend's hand, she saw that there was no obvious expression on the other's face, but she just looked at her calmly, as if she had something on her mind.Astoria thought that Winnie had misunderstood her actions, and quickly explained: "Winnie, I'm not angry with you."

"Huh?" Winnie found that she couldn't keep up with Astoria's train of thought after she was stunned for a while.

Astoria opened her bright eyes wide, and wanted Winnie to see the seriousness in her eyes: "Winnie, you are my little wave. I know what kind of person you are, and I know you, so I can't help you." I won’t distrust you just because someone says something without any basis.”

Winnie froze for a moment, she didn't expect that she would receive comfort and vows from the young Astoria at this point in time.But what Astoria said was so sweet, Winnie pursed her lips and laughed.Lovely people always give you a surprise when you are caught off guard.

"Thank you, Leah."

Astoria laughed too.

Rita Skeeter's report did not bring real trouble to Winnie and Astoria, but gave them a chance to show their hearts.

Before going to bed at night, Astoria lay on the bed, chatting with Winnie without any connection.

"Fortunately, we are roommates, Little Wave." Astoria turned over, "I have a hunch, if we were not lucky enough to be assigned to a dormitory, I wouldn't know my Little Wave is such a cute one people."

On the other side, after hearing Astoria's words, Winnie didn't know which heartstring was suddenly touched.She paused for two seconds before responding softly.

"So, the friendship between the two of us is a fateful encounter." Astoria said with a smile.

I don't know if it was because of what Astoria said to her before going to bed, Winnie had a very suggestive dream that night.

In the dream, after she actually defeated Voldemort, all the nightmares were over.She hugged Violet and her grandparents, weeping with joy.

Later, she successfully graduated from Hogwarts.After the grandfather got older, the position of the head of the family naturally fell to the mother Violet, not her who was not decisive enough.

Her life is smooth sailing, and her relatives and friends are all close by her side.

He will no longer choose to go away because he is too cowardly to bear the pain in his heart, and there will be no possibility of meeting a man named Stephen Strange again.

Winnie woke up suddenly from the dream.This peaceful dream, devoid of any horror elements, blew a hurricane in her heart, blowing away the illusion of peace and revealing a bloody underlying truth that she hadn't noticed until now.

When a little bit of time has changed in the past, the direction of the future is no longer the one we know.

With no reason to escape her heartbreak, would she still go to America?Also open a flower shop in Manhattan, meet Stephen?

What Astoria said before going to bed echoed clearly in Winnie's ears at this moment.

It turned out that it was really a meeting of fate.

Strange was still resting, and did not notice that Winnie woke up from the nightmare.

And Winnie didn't have the courage to ask Stephen, did you realize this possibility a long time ago, but you never told me.

The author has something to say: There are about 1~2 chapters left to finish the main text, and two extra episodes are initially scheduled.

Don't be afraid! The ending is definitely a perfect HE!