[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Mrs. Violet asked too bluntly, and Strange looked at her with a slightly surprised look.Although Violet pointed out his inner thoughts about Winnie in one sentence.

"When you like someone, there are always traces to follow. Eyes are the least deceiving place." Violet folded her hands lightly on her stomach. She sat on a velvet chair and watched with a slight smile. Not far away, Strange said, "I also loved someone, and the eyes that imply love are always so similar."

As she said that, Mrs. Violet joked with a smirk: "Isn't it better to kiss a sweetheart than a lover who falls from the sky?"

Since the other party was Winnie's mother and elder, Strange had no choice but to let Mrs. Violet speak in silence. Of course, she was far more eloquent than Winnie.

Strange's drooping eyelashes blocked most of the light in his eyes. He was half joking and half serious, and said to Willett Stuart in the portrait: "She is really the most dull girl I have ever seen."

Yes, she is so dull, she has a face so delicate and beautiful that everyone admires her, but she can't detect that others love her.Strange thought silently in his heart, could it be that his performance was not obvious enough?

But for those charming actions, when Winnie positioned him as a childhood playmate, there was only intimacy left.Sometimes Strange was overwhelmed by her brain circuit, gnashing his teeth in frustration, and then went head-on.

"Pfft." Violet laughed without any restraint, "Winnie is such a troublesome girl sometimes."

"But I would still like to stand here and talk to you about her."

Violet stared at Strange standing in the middle of the room.

"Okay Stephen, I have to update my impression of you, my God, my impression is always stuck in your early teens."

Boys at that age are more obsessed with all the cool and majestic things, and are considered naive and arrogant by the little girls of the same age, but one day, in front of the girl they love, they will become knights walking through thorns.

Violet thought gloomily, she had never had the chance to hear that her husband who passed away in his early years was not so eloquent.

Winnie came down from the second floor exhausted physically and mentally. Seeing Strange leisurely leaning on the soft sofa, Winnie compared him with what happened to her just now, feeling a little unbalanced in her heart.But when she saw the empty table in front of Strange, her concerned questions came faster than any other thoughts.

"Why don't you ask Debbie to bring you some black tea? Stephen, have you been sitting on the sofa like this just now?"

She walked over and sat down on the other end of the sofa.Debbie quickly brought a pot of Ceylon black tea. She respectfully put down the plate holding the teapot and cups, and quietly raised her eyes as big as tennis balls to look at Strange, who was as if nothing had happened.The cloak moved immediately, showing off to Debbie. Debbie's head shrank in shock, and her whole small body seemed even thinner.

Violet has portraits in the showroom and in her bedroom, and when she noticed that the conversation on Winnie's side was coming to an end, she ended the small talk with the neighbor's children early.Strange and Debbie were only a little earlier than Winnie, who had just come down.

Strange responded softly, which was understood by Winnie as an answer to the second part of her just now.

Winnie poured him a cup of Ceylon black tea, and handed him the teacup with gold and fine floral plain glaze together with the saucer.Strange still liked Winnie's appearance at this time. Compared with Winnie's impression of him, his childhood memories accounted for a large part. When getting along, I have a preconceived impression of her when I meet after adulthood.

The shy little girl spent all the happy times with their siblings when she was a child, but Strange at that time was completely clueless about relationships. It didn't matter if Ni was his former playmate or not.

Strange felt that even if Winnie was not his childhood sweetheart, he would still like her.

But Winnie didn't think so.Strange felt that Winnie was a little too obsessed with the past, indulged in memories and unwilling to come out.

The causes of all characters can always be traced back to the root. When talking about Winnie with Winnie's mother, Ms. Willett Stuart, Strange vaguely guessed some of them from the conversation.

Pure blood, mixed blood, Muggle, these definitions seem inexplicable to Strange, an outsider, and he is also confident that if he is in such a rule, he can also become a successful person above this rule .

But Winnie was not his kind.

And a person like him just fell in love with someone who didn't have a similar personality or way of thinking to him.

Why think that love is about finding someone like you?Fate doesn't want you to compete in love.

"How did you drink so fast..."

Winnie looked at Strange in a daze as he drank the black tea she brought to him in one gulp. You must know that there was still steam floating on the surface of the cup.

Strange's Adam's Apple moved up and down, and his calm expression concealed his somewhat scorched throat.

"Well... I'm just a little thirsty."

That's right, he just had a long chat with Ms. Violet about Winnie.

Winnie's eyebrows trembled, and she looked at Strange suspiciously, she always felt that something was wrong.

"Stephen, I just said that I want to explain to you."

Winnie took a sip of the black tea in the cup and said.

"So you're ready to say something now?" Even though Strange had already learned a lot from other people, he still put on an attitude of listening attentively.

"My family, the Stuarts, is a pure-blood family among wizards. The term 'pure-blood' refers to a family or individual who has no Muggle blood, well... Muggles are wizards for non-magic The title of ordinary people. There are quite a few nobles in the wizarding world, and their family members have a large proportion of pure-blood wizards. Some of them honor pure blood and regard intermarriage with Muggles as a shame. Although my grandfather is not a radical pure-blood, but I think... he still rejects ordinary people."

Winnie would habitually frown slightly when she carefully organized her words. In Strange's opinion, listening to an explanation with almost the same content again was far less attractive to him than observing Winnie's frowning face. Every slight expression change.When she frowned, the outline of her double eyelids deepened, and her gray-blue eyes were as bright as the vast stars in the high latitudes.

Perhaps in front of Strange, a "Muggle", in some places, Winnie took him into consideration, and didn't go into too much detail. What she said was far from being instilled by Ms. Violet to Strange himself. comprehensive.

Strange pretended to listen carefully, but in fact he even wanted to correct some of Winnie's statements.According to Ms. Willett, there are not many pure-blood families now. Before the introduction of the "International Statute of Secrecy" for wizards, they all more or less intermarried with Muggles to ensure the health of their offspring.After all, the population of wizards is only so small, no matter how distant the family is, they can find out the blood relationship according to the genealogy, and the dangers of marriage between close relatives are well known.

Strange nodded from time to time, echoing Winnie's long introduction.Alas, poor little Winnie, who is so terrified of the pure-blood argument in her bones that she believes so firmly.

Winnie pouted and looked at him with dissatisfied raised eyebrows: "I don't think you listened carefully at all."

"I have it."

Strange repeated it in more detail than Winnie.

He really wanted to tell her what he heard from Winnie's mother, but Mrs. Violet specifically told her that even though the pure blood theory has tended to be low-key in the past few years, it has already penetrated into these generations. children's hearts.And for Winnie, she was the cause of nightmares, pulling out this thorn rashly would only make the wound bleed more.

Strange didn't agree with this point of view, but when he saw Winnie's mother's pleading eyes, he had no choice but to temporarily suppress the thought in his heart.

Before the two returned to New York the next day, Winnie took Strange to Diagon Alley.

The previous time when Winnie returned to the UK by herself, she took a flight and arrived in London, precisely because if she used the port key, she would not be able to pass through customs on the return journey.So this time, if Winnie wants to go to New York in a less troublesome way, she can only go with Strange and use the mage's method.

Winnie discussed with Strange. She wanted to buy something in Diagon Alley to bring back to New York. Sometimes Eunice’s prices were too high. Investor.It happened that Strange was in a state of novelty about wizards, so he readily agreed to Winnie's proposal.

Compared with mages, the population of wizards is many times larger. The gathering of populations often forms streets and towns. The gathering places of these people with unique magical elements are completely different from modern society, and even the details of some corners still retain the atmosphere of the Victorian era. .Strange stepped on the cobbled road, looking at the various shops on both sides with interest.

"Can I go and visit?"

"of course."

Winnie was not in a hurry to buy potion ingredients, and she had no objection to Strange's unsolicited request.

While wandering around the Quidditch boutique, the two met Draco Malfoy, who had come out with Scorpius, carrying the latest version of the newly-wrapped fire.

"Chief Draco?!"

Draco was also a little surprised, and at the same time, he quickly noticed the strangely dressed Muggles beside Winnie.The adult Malfoy, who had honed his calm character over time, quickly calmed down his surprise.

"Winnie, you're back so soon? Astoria hasn't heard from you."

"There is something temporary."

Winnie's explanation made Draco change the subject wisely: "Winnie, can you introduce your friends?"

Draco, who had experienced the war, was not as aggressive about Muggle issues as his father, so facing such a scene, his expression did not change at all.

Strange was sure that the acquaintance of Winnie he met must also be a pure-blooded nobleman.

Winnie looked back at Strange, who introduced himself proactively, "Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Stephen Strange."

Draco lightly shook Strange's outstretched hand: "Draco Malfoy. This is my son, Scorpius."

Yan Kong's magic floating cloak was about to rub against Draco's body after seeing the handsome father and son, one big and one small.With sharp eyes and quick hands, Strange grabbed the collar of the cloak and smiled apologetically at Scorpius who was obviously a little scared: "Sorry, my cloak is not very obedient."

Scorpius gave him a surprised look, and after a while, imitating his father's expression, he gave an elegant courtesy to Strange.But the master of the action is still a half-grown child, which also makes Scorpius look extraordinarily pleasing.

Scorpius also called Winnie affectionately: "Aunt Winnie, good morning."

"Hello, Scorpius."

Winnie only smiled kindly at him, and didn't reach out to touch the top of Scorpius' head, which was already a young adult, which would somewhat frustrate the child's self-esteem.

"Mr. Draco, are you and Scorpius out today?"

Draco withdrew his probing gaze from Strange, raised the fire in his hand`□□: "A gift for Scorpius."

Winnie was silent for a while, staring at the fire gun in his hand with a speed of at least 300km/h, and felt that the father of the child should be reminded that it was too dangerous for a six-year-old child.

"Winnie, I'm not going to let Scorpius ride now."

Winnie looked at him in disbelief.Then why did you buy it?

"Astoria is not with you?" Winnie was a little puzzled when she saw that Astoria was not there.

When Draco heard this, he frowned slightly: "She hasn't been in good health recently."

"Have you had a St. Mungo's therapist?"

"Ah."

After the two chatted for a few words, Draco ended the topic: "Astoria misses you often, you should come to the manor to see her from time to time. Presumably you two have other things to do today, so I won't bother you It's time."

Winnie nodded, and promised: "I will go to see Astoria in a while. I can also help to take a look at Astoria's physical condition when the time comes."

"It couldn't be better."

"Good-bye, Winnie, Mr. Strange."

Strange smiled gracefully and nodded.

After saying goodbye to Malfoy and his son, the two continued shopping in Diagon Alley.After walking most of the way, Strange suddenly said, "You and that Mr. Malfoy... have you ever been told that you are a bit like brother and sister?"

With the same hair color and eye color, Strange even had the illusion that their facial features were somewhat similar under such guidance.

Winnie choked, and then the street gave him a sour look.

"Stephen, why are you so whimsical? Have you never met my father or mother?"

Strange crossed his arms and asked, "No one really asked? I don't believe it."

In fact... there are.When Winnie first entered school, Draco did look at Winnie back and forth several times with indescribably strange eyes at first.

Draco, who was young at the time, almost thought that his father had left a younger sister outside.

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