[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

The moment Winnie successfully researched the potion that could cure the sequelae of Cruciatus to a certain extent, she thought that this bottle of potion would provide greater healing for certain patients in the Department of Curse Injuries on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's possibility.Winnie took the initiative to contact Astoria and mentioned in the letter that she would return to England soon.

For several days, she traveled back and forth between Gotham and Manhattan, even apparating across such a distance to save time.The owner of the potion shop saw that half of the Galleons came from Winnie, and his eyes narrowed with a smile every time he saw Winnie.

"God Foy, your pretty face is emaciated, what are you up to lately...need so many potion materials?"

Eunice squeezed her throat and switched to a soft voice, the sincerity in her eyes seemed to be overflowing, but she couldn't help being curious as she spoke, and asked with a smile.

"I have a new potion on hand. I plan to go to England in the next one or two months, and I probably won't come here. You don't need to bring me too many materials this time. Also, is there any shop in Sinister Lane that resells defenses?" alchemical products."

Eunice yelled, "Alchemy products? You're making bombs in the potion room!"

Winnie choked, and turned her face completely, as if she didn't want to pay attention to Eunice.

"Uh, ok, ok, walk into the alley after you go out, and the second one on the left after you see the sculpture. There should be something you want there."

Seeing Winnie's actions, Eunice quickly changed to a friendly attitude.This is her big benefactor, if she is offended, she will never want to come to the store to buy things again!

"New potion...Foy sees that I give you a discount every time I buy it, let me reveal it in advance? What kind of potion? Are you going to the Potions Association when you go back to England?"

Eunice thought to herself, if such a promising and talkative potion master can establish a good relationship, she can make a lot of money by selling potions that have a fixed supply channel and quality assurance when there is no market outside. It's a sum.

Winnie turned her side slightly, stared at Eunice, and said intentionally, "Potions related to the Unforgivable Curse." Eunice likes to reverse truth and discount, don't think she doesn't know this and always likes to be greedy. Cheap shopkeepers will secretly increase the price to sell to themselves every time.

Eunice fell silent in shock.

Winnie couldn't help squinting her eyes happily, and every time she dealt with Eunice, her boredom was instantly reduced a lot.

After leaving the potion shop, Winnie put on her hood again to mix among the wandering wizards, and walked to the small shop that Eunice said occasionally sold alchemy products.

Although Winnie was talented in potions, she knew in her heart that she was far inferior to the youngest potions master in Europe and the dean of her college, Professor Snape.Especially in the innovation of potions, although Winnie has been working hard in this direction, she always has to blow up a few crucibles every time to gain anything.

In the end, Winnie picked out an alchemy product that she could afford and had a defense level that was eye-catching. She didn't stay long under the gloomy gaze of the shopkeeper. After walking out of Sinister, she teleported back to the apartment.

Next, Winnie began to pack the luggage to be brought back to the UK. When she came, she didn't go through the Ministry of Magic's international flyway network, and when she returned to the UK, she could only choose the Muggle way—by plane.After packing up all the things to bring with her, Winnie put all her energy into the flower shop.

She had conservatively estimated that it would take at least a month before she left this time, but she didn't want to sell her apartment and flower shop in Manhattan yet.Winnie prepaid the water and electricity for the apartment and the flower shop, and set up several small magic spells for automatic constant temperature and humidity and watering the flowers at regular intervals in the flower shop, and added an alchemy product of automatic lighting to ensure that even During her absence, the flowers she took care of will not wither because no one takes care of them.

It took Winnie an afternoon just to do these things.It was raining heavily outside, and Winnie happened to test the alchemy product that simulated the sun.The test came back normal, so Winnie turned it off and turned on the lights in the flower shop.In view of the spells and alchemy products in this room at that time, Winnie put a confusion spell on the door again, so that what Muggles saw after she left Manhattan was the normal temporary business closure.

After doing this, Winnie suddenly felt a lot lighter.The rain outside was really heavy, Winnie thought about it, and decided to stay in the store until the rain subsided before leaving.

Only Strange, Winnie never saw.

Could it be that he is still in Los Angeles?

Winnie thought for a long time, and finally took out a card that usually comes with sending flowers, and wrote a message for the other party on the blank card.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to meet Mr. Strange at lunch time in the next period of time. I need to go back to England temporarily. It was always a coincidence that I didn't meet before. If I have the opportunity to meet after returning from England, I have some I want to talk to you face to face."

Winnie hesitated for a while. What was written on the card was not a direct reminder of past memories.In the same way, after careful consideration, what I wrote down was Mr. Strange's title, not Stephen, which she often called in my memory.

She still felt that it would be better to explain all this in person.

Winnie pressed the card on Strange's desk. At this moment, his office was pitch black and no one was there. Winnie only thought that Strange had left after get off work.

Winnie's focus was all on the potions during this period of time, so she didn't notice that things in this office had quietly changed a lot.

She didn't watch much TV, and she didn't even notice the news that the prestigious surgeon had been involved in a car accident.

The plane finally landed at London Airport after a long transoceanic voyage. Winnie walked out of the airport with her suitcase and asked the taxi driver to leave her in the city. After getting off the car, Winnie walked to a remote corner and took out a Necklace worn on the chest since.The necklace itself is an alchemical product that resists black magic. After it lost its effectiveness, Winnie made it into a door key back to Stuart Manor.

An invisible force hooked Winnie's navel like a hook, pulled it suddenly, and then the feeling of spinning around surrounded her.

When Winnie regained her footing, she had already returned to the gate of Stuart Manor.

The ancient manor was protected by a spell, and Winnie stood in front of the iron gate of the manor for quite a long time before she sighed softly and reached out to touch the gate.

The protective barrier of the manor recognized her identity. Starting from Winnie's outstretched hand, she gradually melted into the transparent barrier.The manor, which looked silent from the outside, completely revealed its true appearance.The garden in the courtyard was neatly manicured, and Winnie walked quickly through the garden. Before she could walk up the steps, the gate was opened from the inside.

"Oh! Master Winnie is back! Debbie... Debbie is so excited!"

Before Winnie saw the appearance of the house elf, the shrill voice rang around her ears first.Winnie has lived in modern society for so long that she almost didn't get used to it and wanted to frown. Fortunately, she held back in the end, otherwise the elf would start to punish herself tearfully.

That is definitely more terrifying than just hearing a sharp voice.

Winnie walked up the steps, and Debbie, one of the house elves in Stuart Manor, was standing at the door, her eyes about the size of incandescent light bulbs filled with tears.Winnie passed by it, straightened her expression and tried to present a majestic demeanor with aristocratic aura.

"Debbie, you've done a good job while I'm away. Dinner will be prepared as usual, and now take me to see my grandfather."

When Debbie heard the order, she immediately answered Winnie. Because she answered too quickly, her voice was not only higher than before, but she also trembled a little when she listened carefully.

"Yes! Master! My God, Master hasn't come back for a long time. There are no ingredients in the kitchen. It's Debbie's fault! Debbie is a bad elf."

Just when Debbie was about to start hitting the floor, Winnie coughed and stopped in time.She rubbed her forehead, feeling that she had been stabbed in the head by the noise-like voice of the house elf not long after she came back.

"Okay Debbie! Stop! Take me to my grandfather now."

"Okay, okay! Debbie will take the master right away."

After tossing for a while, Winnie followed the calm house elf Debbie to the room where the portraits of Stuart's ancestors were displayed.

This is an aristocratic family with a long enough history. Generations of portraits were hung here after their deaths. In this huge room decorated with typical aristocratic tones, there is only one living person, Winnie, standing in the center of the room. .

Winnie coughed lightly, and told Debbie: "Go Debbie, go prepare dinner with the other elves, and don't disturb me until I come out of the room."

"Yes!"

Debbie shook her ears, responded quickly, and hurriedly ran out to prepare a sumptuous dinner for the only owner in the manor.

Facing these cloth-covered portraits, even though Winnie was the only one here, she still felt extremely cramped.She took several deep breaths before slowly walking to the side wall, reaching out and removing the thick black cloth from one of the portraits.

"Grandfather."

The old man in the portrait originally had his eyes closed, but he slowly opened his eyes after hearing Winnie's address in a low voice.

Winnie's maternal grandfather was the previous head of the Stuart family, and he was like a perfect template for all the traits of the aristocracy under the inheritance of a long family history.When Winnie first returned to England, she needed to learn most of the aristocratic etiquette, and her grandfather was the one who checked her homework most of the time.

This made Winnie always feel more in awe than love for this grandfather in the past.

"You're back. So you've got the determination not to make your heart waver and back down?"

The gray-haired Stuart family of the previous generation appeared in the portrait as an old man in his twilight years. Only the clear look in his eyes made him completely different from ordinary old people.

He questioned her just like he used to check Winnie's homework.

Going back in time, the chapters of the years are turned forward in this heavy and dull room. He is still the strict head of the house, and Winnie is still the child who just came to a strange environment and was anxious all day long.

Winnie lowered her head almost subconsciously in front of her grandfather. After a while, she shook her head: "I'm ashamed."

Almost following her words, Winnie heard her grandfather snort coldly, and his words revealed obvious indignation and usual disappointment.

"Winnie, you still haven't made any progress."

Winnie will no longer be scolded by him with a face full of panic and fear. Time has indeed changed her, at least she will no longer be scared to cry by her grandfather's last sentence.

But when Winnie faced the old man, she still felt the same shame.

She smiled wryly and said, "You are right, I have shamed my family."

This time, the old Patriarch simply twitched the corners of his mouth, and after a while he sighed in a somewhat complicated way: "I'm calling you a scolder? You have learned to misinterpret meaning after going out for so long? A worthless guy." After a few words, the old Patriarch simply changed the subject, "Why did you come back this time?"

He knew his granddaughter very well. Unless she was pushed into a hurry, she would always show weakness.And her feelings for the wizarding world are both loving and timid. After confessing to him, who was already a portrait, for various reasons, she gave up and ran outside. She would never come back if there was nothing special.

Winnie looked at this old man who had accumulated power all the year round. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be engraved with the introverted aura accumulated over the years.

Winnie's eyes flickered, and when she spoke again, she was more determined.

"I developed a potion for myself to treat the sequelae of Cruciatus, and I plan to use the name of Stuart and other nobles with status in the wizarding world to promote it in the wizarding world."

The old Patriarch's eyebrows trembled, and he looked in surprise not far away at Winnie, who always had a weak personality in his impression, but at this moment she straightened her spine.

Perhaps, the child has changed a little bit.

"You're doing pretty well. But if you're the only one taking it, there's no way to prove that it's effective for all wizards afflicted by the Unforgivable Curse. You can't convince others."

"I haven't tried it on other people... so I have to find a few to see if it is really effective. I will go to those people from the Wizarding Association."

Seeing her grandfather mentioning it, Winnie replied not very confidently.After she was hit by a black magic like Cruciatus, the consequences were relatively light. This was due to the necklace that her mother wore around her neck at the moment of life and death, so that she would not turn into a corpse. Or become those patients on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's.

The Stuart family is not a family that is particularly good at potions. It can be said that they have never thought of such a strange talent as Winnie.

The old patriarch didn't have much enthusiasm for the newly developed potion itself, what he valued at first glance was the benefits and reputation it could bring to the family.It's a pity that no matter how much he cares, he is already a dead person, and he can't really decide everything for the living.The old man waved his hand, indicating that he was not interested in listening any further.

"You must have your own ideas when you come back. I won't care about you. You can figure it out. Apart from this, there is nothing else?"

Winnie thought for a while, then shook her head affirmatively.

The old man snorted coldly and let Winnie go out.

Winnie was so ashamed that she blushed a little. She couldn't help but look up at the frowning of the old man in front of her. The awe of him for many years was still in her heart. Winnie resisted the thought of asking why. He obeyed his grandfather's words and withdrew silently.

She stood in the long corridor on the second floor, the window at the end reflected the setting sun, and the golden red light sprinkled on the cold floor.

On the eve of the long night, Winnie suddenly fell into a trance in the face of the last light on the horizon. For a moment, she was a little uncertain whether she would stay in such a closed manor all the time, or she would appear in Manhattan the next moment. The corner of the street where her flower shop is located.

Debbie shows up to her and tells her that dinner is ready.

"Wait a little longer, I'll talk to my mother and I'll go down."

Winnie started again. This time, instead of going to the room full of portraits, she walked to the room on the second floor that originally belonged to her mother.

Winnie has always felt that her mother is a very smart person, this combination of foresight and recklessness, before it suddenly exploded, no one noticed that there was anything wrong with her.

Her mother successfully graduated from Slytherin with such a gesture, and disappeared from the eyes of the public after the era when the entire wizarding world was divided into camps and everyone was in danger.And after a few years, he surprised the pure-blood wizards, and suddenly brought back a half-blood child.

And then, she was so prescient that she had a portrait of a wizard done when she was young for a wizard.

Not long after the painting was finished, she died.

Winnie opened the door of her mother's bedroom, and the elf cleaned every corner of the manor diligently even when Winnie was away.There was no scene of dust blowing in front of Winnie.

There is a portrait of Winnie's mother in the portrait room, but Winnie prefers to talk to her mother in this room.

The portrait in this room was not covered with a cloth, and the woman in the portrait first showed a gentle smile to Winnie.

"My only baby, how are you doing outside?"

"It's fine, Mom."

Winnie moved a chair and sat in front of the portrait. The appearance inherited from her mother made Winnie look like the soft-looking woman in the portrait when she smiled.

"I heard what you said to your grandfather, Winnie has become so powerful."

Winnie laughed lightly.

"By the way, Mom, since I recovered my memory, I found that I actually met the child of that neighbor's family in Philadelphia. Do you remember that family?"

The woman in the portrait thought for a while, and obviously there was a picture in her mind, and she smiled with nostalgia: "That's really a coincidence, I remember that it was a very friendly family, you and their two children also Had a great time."

"When I saw Strange again, the brother and sister were the only one left, and his parents and sister had passed away."

Winnie's mother was obviously stunned by her daughter's words, and the originally completely happy atmosphere also faded a lot.

"Is that so..."

The woman smiled regretfully, but didn't say much.

But Winnie understands the regret that her mother didn't show, there are too many regrets, and for Winnie, it's just like now, she chats with her loved ones in the painting through a picture frame.

Going back to Stuart Manor gave Winnie a more exhausted state of mind.Winnie felt that the words her grandfather reprimanded her were justified. Her cowardice made her unable to bear the exhaustion, otherwise she would not have left the manor at that time.

Winnie can only rely on the delicious food made by the house elves to comfort herself a little.

The letter sent to Astoria earlier, Winnie estimated that it should have been delivered to her, and Winnie sent another visiting letter with a beautiful curly script that night, and this time the letter was addressed to Mal Foo's current head, Draco Malfoy.

The next day, Winnie lazily postponed the time to get up. In the manor she was in charge of alone, no one would take care of her, and there was no flower shop for her to worry about. Winnie indulged herself in a rare late sleep .When she sat down at the table and started eating breakfast, Debbie delivered the reply letter from Malfoy Manor to Winnie.

Winnie opened it on the spot, and the letter said she welcomed the visit of the current Patriarch of the Stuart family, which also belonged to the ancient noble family, and the time was set in two days.

Two days later, Winnie arrived in front of the Malfoy manor according to the time, and the Malfoy couple who were the hosts stood side by side in front of the house to welcome her.

The couple, both blond, are as delicate and compelling as the estate.When Winnie saw a friend she hadn't seen for a long time, the expression on her face softened a lot.

"Good day, Senior Malfoy, Astoria."

Astoria, who is already a mother of a child, shows her long-lost girlish look when she sees her best friend from school days.She was even faster than her husband, and walked forward in three or two steps, hugging the coming guest affectionately.

"Merlin, my little wave, do you know how long we haven't seen each other?!"

Winnie couldn't bear the condemnation implied in Astoria's eyes.Astoria was quite opposed to the fact that she ran to the United States without saying a word, so Winnie had to turn her eyes to the third person present, hoping that the man with an elegant smile could say something.

Draco cleared his throat: "Okay, Astoria, we can go in and talk about more."

Astoria's health has not been very good recently, and Draco worried that she would get sick again after blowing too much cold wind outside.

Her husband's words reminded Astoria that she was no longer as excited as before, and she resumed her aristocratic modesty and etiquette.Instead, she patted the back of Winnie's hand softly: "Come in, dear, I saw that you forgot for a while, Draco was right, let's go in and talk."

Winnie shot Draco Malfoy an admiring look.

The three of them walked towards the living room.

The layout of Malfoy Manor is far more luxurious and high-profile than Stuart Manor, and it is also far more popular than Stuart Manor.Draco and Astoria's child, Scorpius, is about to be six years old. Together with the former head of Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, and his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, the family of five can be counted as It's busy.Although the old Malfoys were dissatisfied with the children's attitude on Muggle and pure-blood issues, they still maintained a harmonious family relationship in face.

Lucius and Narcissa went to the north for vacation these days.Winnie really relaxed a lot after knowing the news.

On the issue of the position of the Malfoy family, everyone was tacit, Winnie hated and feared the Death Eaters, she didn't think she could pretend to be innocent in front of Lucius Malfoy. Flawless calm appearance.If it wasn't for Astoria's marriage to the Malfoys, Winnie would even feel the same way about Draco.

Draco called the house-elf: "Black tea."

The other party's reserved and indifferent attitude is very different from the arrogant Slytherin at Hogwarts back then.When the change of time is reflected in familiar people, Winnie has a feeling that time has obviously passed.

"Winnie, since you came here in person today, I want to hear your specific thoughts on the things you mentioned in your letter."

Draco folded his hands on his knees, forming an elegant sitting position that looked relaxed but not sloppy.

Winnie replied very directly: "If this potion is really 100% effective in treating the sequelae of people who have been tortured by Cruciatus, I would like to pass the potion association and let them certify this bottle of potion. Potion I'll give you the production process, and the people under the Malfoy family are responsible for the production and sales, and the Stuart family only needs one-third of the profits, and you take the majority, but Draco, you have to indicate that it is a cooperation between the two."

After hearing this, Draco didn't express his opinion in a hurry. Instead, he raised his brows with interest: "What are you looking at, Winnie?"

"It's not too much to gain a good name for the Stuart family, isn't it?"

Winnie knew that she was unlikely to be a person who dealt with fake smiles at banquets like most aristocrats, but she was the only one left in the Stuart family, and Winnie didn't want her reputation to be in her hands forever. did not fall.Winnie can only choose to do it in her own way.

Draco couldn't help but look at the former school girl who didn't have much friendship when he was a student, thinking about the value of what Winnie said in his heart.

Even though the war had ended many years ago, the pain it left to the wizards cannot be erased in a short time.A considerable number of wizards were hit by the Unforgivable Curse during the confrontation with the Death Eaters, and either became cold corpses or now half-dead patients.

If the potion newly developed by Winnie is really useful, it will be a great thing to gain both fame and fortune.

This kind of potion has strict requirements for wizards who make potions, and it is destined that not many people will need to use it.This instead convinced Malfoy, once he bought the formula, that he would hold the lifeblood of the sales channel for this bottle of potion.

Of course Draco was moved, but on the surface he just raised the corners of his mouth more sincerely, and didn't say it now: "This idea is good, I will think about it carefully."

Winnie nodded, not caring if Draco replied to her now.

The reason why Winnie did this was that she had another purpose besides what she and Draco had said.The war itself will end one day, but the pain it brings to people's bodies or hearts may not be healed in a lifetime. Only those who have experienced such pain know how painful it is. Winnie hopes that this potion It's good to help some people in the end.

"Where's Scorpius?"

Astoria smiled and said, "Do your homework in the study, and you can see him when you have dinner."

Half an hour before dinner, Winnie met the little prince of the Malfoy family.When the other party saw her, he was a little cautious at first, but he quickly adjusted his state, and he assumed the posture of a very elegant little gentleman.

"Aunt Winnie, I'm glad you came to the manor as a guest."

Scorpius, who combined the exquisite looks of both parents, made Winnie's heart soft.

As for the child's address to her, there is nothing wrong with it. Strictly speaking, which nobleman is not related by blood and marriage?

After dinner, Draco, the head of the family, kindly left room for the two women who had been roommates to talk.

Astoria's keen intuition as a woman made her keenly aware of the differences in Winnie over the years from her day-to-day relationship.

"My little wave, I'm so happy to see you back. Really."

"Me too, Astoria."

Draco was finally moved by the benefits offered by Winnie, and coupled with the friendship between the two, the cooperation developed quickly.But even so, continuing to experiment with the credibility of potions and dealing with the Wizarding Guild took time.Fortunately, the result was what Winnie wanted to see. She let out a long sigh of relief, left all the follow-up to Draco, and lay down in Stuart Manor for several days.

With the Potions Association coming forward to confirm that this newly researched potion can indeed effectively treat or relieve the aftereffects of Cruciatus on the wizard's body, Draco did not have a big obstacle in promoting the potion in the market.Many families of patients just try at first, because it can't get any worse for them.

Winnie also waited for several days, seeing that everything was slowly getting on the right track, before she was ready to return to the United States.

"Can't you not go?"

Astoria expressed great incomprehension of Winnie's behavior. Could it be that there is something special in the United States that can fascinate Winnie?

Winnie looked at Astoria with some embarrassment and regret, but she didn't change her decision.

On the other hand, the grandfather did not feel as disgusted with Winnie leaving again as shown by Astoria, he just lowered his eyes and said: "Let's go, I hope to see my child that one day you really have the courage to take on the responsibility of Stuart. time for responsibility."

When Winnie returned to Manhattan, it was almost summer in Manhattan.Before she left, her impression of the city was still in the gloomy and heavy rain, but when she came back, it was shrouded in bright sunshine almost every day.

Winnie's flower shop still maintains its original appearance. The empty vases are left after the withered flowers have been automatically cleaned up after the flowering period has arrived.

Winnie herself did not notice that she breathed a sigh of relief.

Not smashed, not robbed, very good.

Who said she was unlucky, she has been away from the flower shop for so long and nothing happened.

But after returning to her original life for several days, Winnie did not see the man who said she had an unlucky physique.Counting back to before she left for England, Winnie found that she hadn't seen Strange for quite some time.

There is no him in the western restaurant that you can meet from time to time, and Winnie has never met him on this long street.Winnie suddenly became uneasy.

She immediately found the hospital where Strange worked.

As soon as she got to the surgery floor, Winnie met Nick, the doctor who had several impressions.Winnie didn't care that the eyes of many strangers might fall on her later, so she hurriedly stopped Nick.

"Hi, hello. Dr. Nick, I would like to ask, has Strange come to work recently?"

Nick also froze for a moment when he saw Winnie's recognizable and delicate face. After such a long time, Nick never thought that there would be the possibility of meeting him again, and the question Winnie asked was also different. A reason that caused him to be completely stunned.

"……do not you know?"

"what?"

"Strange has been out of office for a long time."

Seeing the extremely shocked expression on Winnie's face, Nick sighed, and said slowly: "He had a car accident. That car accident made his hands no longer able to pick up the scalpel. No one can do this for him." Nerve repair surgery...he disappeared afterward.”

Winnie only felt that Nick's words made her ears ring and dazzle, and subconsciously said in a low voice: "Sorry?"

Winnie couldn't believe that the things Nick described happened to such a proud person as Strange. There was no possibility of another start in his life. Winnie knew clearly in her heart that she would only fall into the abyss completely .

This thought made Winnie shiver from the cold air.

She quickly ran to the door of the office I was familiar with, and Strange's name had already been withdrawn.The disappearance of the name seemed to be ripped away along with something in Winnie's heart.Winnie took a breath.

Winnie directly used Apparition to enter Strange's house, maybe this is no longer his home, Strange mortgaged this high-end apartment in the later days in order to raise funds to cure his hands Lost, but it has not been resold for the time being.

No one has lived in it for just a while, and the elegant furniture is covered with a thin layer of dust.

Winnie turned around, only to find that the photo frame that was originally placed on Strange's desk was empty.

The other party left with only one photo. Where is he going?Winnie can't know through the spell.

Winnie thought about the decision she made to go to England, whether she happened to miss it with the other party from then on.This realization squeezed Winnie's internal organs, making her almost out of breath.This miss, like all the regrets she experienced in the first half of her life, was firmly imprinted in her bones.

It became a scar that she might never heal.

Winnie continued to live the same life as before in despair, but she began to feel tired of the city in her heart.Just like when she couldn't accept that her loved one died in front of her, she couldn't sleep well all night after taking over the Stuart Manor, and finally left England, Winnie planned to leave Manhattan and go to the next place.

If it wasn't for Tony Stark coming to the door.

Winnie has a little impression of the superhero who caused the glass of her flower shop to be smashed. She doesn't think Iron Man came to buy flowers in the flower shop.

Tony loosened his tie, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a glass of vintage wine.

"Hey, I want to talk to you, beautiful lady."

"what?"

"I'd like to ask you a favor," Tony added before Winnie refused. "You're different, I know. A... wizard?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Winnie's sudden change of expression, and laughed as he spoke.

"Sorry... Poof, I still think this title is very fairy tale."

"If you're just here to comment on this identity, Mr. Stark, you can go back."

Winnie was not in a good mood, which made her look straight into the other's charming eyes, and responded bluntly.

Wow, the beauty's temper doesn't look very good.

Tony remembered that the last time he saw Winnie next to Natasha was his first impression of Winnie's calmness but gentleness, and he felt that maybe it should be overturned.

"I would like to ask Miss Stuart for a favor. According to the information I found, you are a wizard who is very good at making potions. A friend of mine needs your potion to heal him."

Although Tony still had a smile on his face, his expression gradually became serious.

Winnie didn't notice that she was more inspired by Tony's words.After a moment of silence, Winnie nodded in agreement: "Yes, I have a condition."

"Help me find someone."

Tony Stark laughed briskly in an instant: "This happens to be the part that doesn't need to use my brain the least for me."

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