[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Winnie once again felt the power of action from Tony. The flower shop that was a tragic place before she left was restored to its original state, and even the maintenance staff locked the door for her.Winnie took out the key from her bag and opened the door, dumbfounded.

After two days of no watering, some flowers have shown a sluggish posture, drooping buds.Winnie quickly waved her wand and let the kettle contain water to water the flowers.

It was dark outside, and the room was lit with warm yellow lights. The long-lost quiet flower shop allowed Winnie, whose heart rhythm was not normal all day, to finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

But as soon as she finished this action, she felt that she was too cowardly.Winnie straightened her back all of a sudden, and took out her most perfect aristocratic posture on weekdays. Her slightly raised jaw made her line of sight almost equal to the position of the hook on the opposite wall. Lankey's coat even hung there once.

Whoever made her restless is still the same now.

Winnie's body weakened, and her back, which was originally straight, softened.She was stunned, and touched the aquamarine necklace hanging outside her clothes with one hand. The smooth gemstone round surface had a soft luster, just like the other party's gentle compliment.

That night, Winnie also didn't sleep well.But she sat in the potions room all night, holding in her hand the medical certificate Tony had given her about Strange's injuries to his hands.When Stephen's whereabouts were unknown, Winnie would pick up this stack of documents and look back and forth from time to time. She knew at least half of the content on it by heart.But now she almost sees through every word.

The other party hit her heart hard, and Winnie began to panic.

But I also want to heal his hand earlier.

After two consecutive days of not sleeping well, at the quietest time in the second half of the night, the sore eyes and sleepiness were all conveyed to the brain. Winnie made a cup of thick black coffee and sipped it one after another to dissolve her In the end, the coffee was completely cold, but there was still a small half cup left, and the coffee stains adhered to the inside of the cup wall.

Winnie couldn't help it, and yawned, but the lights in the potions room were on.

If even the therapists at St. Mungo's weren't 100% sure they could cure Stephen's hand, then she would do it herself, even if it took a lot of hard work.Winnie prepared for the worst.

The next day, Winnie, who was lying on the table, was woken up by the sound of the golden eagle flapping its wings against the glass outside the window.She rubbed her eyes, and when she saw the golden eagle in Malfoy's house, half of her drowsiness woke up in an instant. Winnie walked together in threes and twos, hurried to the window, and opened the window halfway to allow the golden eagle to come in .

The unfriendly character of the golden eagle and Malfoy's house are really carved out of the same template. It was locked outside for at least 10 minutes. In addition, Winnie's last residence is still a pile of ruins, and it flew a long distance After finding Winnie, the golden eagle had already become angry. After seeing Winnie, it screamed twice, and slapped the back of Winnie's hand twice with its wings as a bonus.

Winnie frowned and hid twice, but she couldn't use any spells on the tempered golden eagle, so she had no choice but to comfort and say a few kind words to it.

"I was wrong, Comet."

This golden eagle is called Comet, and it is the one that was unwilling to send a letter to Winnie the second time after sending a letter across the ocean last time.

Fortunately, the comet didn't make a fuss for too long, it flapped its wings a few times, and let go of the letter it was holding.Winnie stroked the comet twice, and neatly opened the letter that Draco sent her.

Yes, this time the sender was not Astoria but Draco, Winnie frowned after scanning the content mentioned in the letter hastily.

Astoria's health has not been very good recently. It was just a very common cold. After drinking the potion and recovering, he fell into repeated low-grade fever within a few days.As her husband, Draco, and her child, Scorpius, are very worried about Astoria's health. Recently, a rumor about Scorpius' life experience has spread in the magical world, saying that Scorpius is not a Malfoy family. Draco himself was startled when he first heard it, but heir to the dead Dark Lord Voldemort.

Draco can only keep this news from Astoria for now, for fear that she will be worried for Scorpius and make her condition worse.

After the war Draco had put in a lot of effort to downplay the Malfoy family from Death Eater status, but with the rise of this rumor, he found that all his efforts had had little effect.There are still many radicals after the war. At this time, Draco was more cautious, not daring to put all his trust in the healers invited from outside. He mentioned in the letter that he hoped that Winnie would come as soon as possible. Malfoy Manor visits Astoria.

Winnie did not delay after receiving the letter, and directly used the door key to return to Stuart Manor.But before that, she still remembered to make a portkey back to Manhattan. The process of making the portkey was very simple and didn't waste her much time.

When Debbie saw Winnie coming back, she immediately went up to greet her. After seeing that the guest in the red cloak was not following behind her master, the house-elf was almost obviously relieved.But Debbie couldn't help but feel a little puzzled... I feel that the master has been coming back so frequently recently, will he always live in the manor in the future?

"Master! Is there anything Debbie can do for you!"

No sooner had Debby shrieked than Winnie sped past her to the fireplace, throwing a handful of Floo powder without looking back.

"Debbie, I'm going to Malfoy Manor. Lunch will probably be at Malfoy Manor. You don't have to ask the kitchen to prepare it."

After the house-elf listened, his eyes, which took up half the size of his face, were almost full of tears.

When Winnie disappeared on the other side of the fireplace, Debbie started to hit her head on the floor, crying, "Debbie is really useless, she can't cook food that satisfies the master! So the master doesn't even want to eat three meals in the manor Already!"

Winnie contacted Draco in the fireplace, and then came directly to Malfoy Manor through the fireplace.Winnie shook the dust from her as soon as she stepped over the fireplace.Draka was standing by the fireplace. Seeing her coming, he led Winnie to the master bedroom on the second floor without exchanging pleasantries.

Before entering the door, Draco and Winnie whispered, "Astoria is still resting."

Winnie frowned slightly when she heard this. It will be lunch in a while, and Astoria will definitely not be so careless. Her recent health is worse than Winnie thought.

With a creak, Draco gently pushed the door open.Astoria was lying quietly on the big bed in the bedroom. Winnie came closer and saw that her friend's face was not as rosy as healthy. The repeated illnesses during this period had made her a little thinner. Winnie bent down In order to feel Astoria's gentle breathing.

"Didn't you let St. Mungo's therapist come before?"

In addition to being a master of potions, Winnie also worked as a nurse in the hospital for a period of time. Seeing the bloodless paleness on Astoria's face, she took out quicksilver from her bosom. thermometer.She greeted Draco: "Mr. Draco, give me a hand. Clamp this under Astoria's armpit. You have to clamp her arm tightly, or the result will be inaccurate."

After all, there is a specialization in surgery, and Winnie is only good at potions, and cannot be compared with a real healer. She can only choose to use the Muggle method to diagnose Astoria's condition.

Draco took the thermometer and only asked, "Muggle things?"

Winnie hummed and nodded.

Draco didn't ask much, and according to what Winnie said, he sat on the side of the bed and helped Astoria fix the thermometer.Winnie did not choose to sit on someone else's bed in the master bedroom. Such an act of intimacy would be very disrespectful even for the best friends among nobles. Winnie pulled out her wand and turned the vase on the low cabinet into a set Upholstered chairs.

Draco lowered his eyes, staring at his wife on the bed, and said something suddenly.

"Winnie, the wizarding world is not peaceful."

"?!" Winnie abruptly raised her head to look at Draco's face buried in the shadows, whose expression could not be seen clearly.Draco's flat, almost indifferent tone was extremely sharp, like a gale in winter, blowing Winnie so painfully that she fell into the glacier of the bottomless abyss.

The death of her grandparents, the death of her mother Violet, these scars will never heal with the passage of time. Winnie wrapped them layer by layer with skin and flesh, and the wounds festered from the inside out.If you want to cure completely, you have to dig out the carrion at one go, but Winnie is afraid of pain, so she is reluctant.

Now that Draco had just brought up this topic with her, Winnie could hardly contain her trembling.

Draco's eyebrows, which were the same color as platinum blonde, frowned slightly. He didn't want to take care of an emotionally unstable Winnie at this time. He kept his voice low so as not to wake up Astoria, who was lightly sleeping on the bed.

"Winnie!"

Winnie took two deep breaths and maintained a calm look, but she still spoke very awkwardly: "Because of Scorpius? Did you find out where the source of the news came from?"

Draco shook his head, there was a hidden storm in his gray-blue eyes.

"More than that." He narrowed his eyes. "I think St. Mungo has some residual Dark Lord fanatics, and what happened in Astoria is revenge against the Malfoy family."

Suspecting St. Mungo was not what Draco thought of at the beginning, but Astoria's illness has been getting better for a long time. As the rumors of Scorpius' life experience spread more and more, Draco had to both sides. Dizzy and dizzy.

"...Do you think the Dark Lord is still alive?" Winnie asked in a low voice, saving the wand in her hand.

But Draco was particularly firm in his veto: "It's absolutely impossible. Everyone present at the time saw Potter kill him with his own hands." After finishing speaking, Draco frowned deeply, "Unless someone I want to start from here and try my best to revive him.”

Time enough to take the temperature, Winnie reminded Draco to take out the thermometer that Astoria had tucked in his armpit.Winnie turned an angle and saw that the scale showed as high as 103 degrees Fahrenheit (higher than 39 degrees Celsius), and her face was not very good.

"The temperature is too high. Malfoy's house has a room for boiling potions. I'll boil a bottle of antipyretics first."

At this time, Winnie hated Modu who destroyed her apartment beyond recognition, otherwise why would she need to temporarily boil a pot of anti-fever medicine now.

Draco's eyes lit up, and he now finally felt how convenient it was in some ways for his father to befriend his potions master, Severus Snape.After realizing that there was a problem with the therapist from St. Mungo's yesterday, Draco didn't dare to startle the snake, so he could only quickly contact Winnie who had returned to the United States.Although his potion performance was quite good back then, but the other party added a lot of things to delay Astoria's illness in the potion, Draco didn't have 100% confidence that he could do it in front of the person he loved deeply.

Draco, who is now the head of the family, barely kept his reserve, and said gratefully to Winnie: "Thank you, Winnie."

"How come. Chief Draco, you watch the situation in Astoria here first, and we will talk about the rest later."

Draco nodded, then snapped his fingers, summoning the house elf at home, and asked him to take Winnie to the potion making room.

Winnie was not in a calm mood during the process of boiling the potion. Like all people who have experienced war, there was a shadow in her heart.

And now it came again, covering Winnie's heart again.

This distraction did not affect Winnie's level of potion making. Her hands were very steady and filled the bottle with the still steaming potion drop by drop.Winnie picked up the bottle and hurried back to the master bedroom on the second floor. It was time to prepare for lunch.

Draco woke up Astoria who was drowsy: "Astoria, wake up."

The woman lying on the bed was shaken awake, her eyes half-opened wearily.When Astoria saw Winnie sitting next to her, she subconsciously turned to the other side, and saw her husband Draco who was looking worriedly at her, and behind Draco, the half-closed curtain revealed Into bright sunshine near noon.

"My God...Winnie! Xiaolong, did I go to bed too late...?"

Astoria struggled to sit up, and in a hurry, she even called Draco the nickname she usually used in private.Draco's eyebrows trembled, but the young and promising Patriarch Malfoy still helped his wife Astoria very calmly, pushing a pillow behind her.

Winnie comforted her in a normal tone: "It's okay, I've watched you sleep every morning for six years."

Astoria found that this was still Winnie's comforting style, and she really didn't feel comforted at all.Isn't this a disguised saying that I didn't get up early enough when I went to school!

"Drink this, honey. The potion Winnie made for you."

Draco coaxed as he handed the potion bottle to Astoria's mouth.Astoria drank the potion for several days in a row, and now when she woke up, her mouth and nose were occupied by this strong smell, Astoria couldn't help complaining: "Oh my god, I really I hope it will be the last time. Winnie, I really think that if you improve the taste of the potion, even if the Wizarding Association will not award you a medal, all wizards will cheer loudly."

"Next time."

Winnie said perfunctorily.

The healer with ulterior motives mixed some potion ingredients into Astoria's potion before. After Astoria drank the potion that Winnie had just boiled for her, her body temperature It went down, but she was still a little groggy and uncomfortable.Winnie waved her wand at Astoria, and various lights showing her physical condition flickered back and forth.

Winnie gave Draco a look with her eyes, and Draco bent down, stroked his wife's long hair, and said softly: "Let's rest for a while, I will bring you lunch later. I Talk to Winnie about something."

Astoria nodded: "You have to serve me as a master. Oh, and don't forget about Scorpius' homework, you can ask the elf to bring me lunch."

"Scorpius is very good, you don't have to worry about him, go to bed first."

Winnie also said goodbye to Astoria softly.

After the two walked out of the door, the gentleness on their faces when they faced Astoria disappeared.With a cold face, Winnie was a little bit angry at Draco for causing Astoria's body to suffer, but she knew that Draco loved her friend Astoria wholeheartedly, and this time it happened. Totally off their guard.

Of course, what she hated more was the person who caused Astoria's body to become like this.

"Have you found out who it is?"

Draco's face was also gloomy, and he twirled his fingers once in a while: "I checked the therapist, but finally found that someone used polyjuice potion, and he himself was tied up in the basement of his house for half a month , was already half dead when he was found."

As he said that, the expression on his face was a little annoyed. Troubles were coming towards him and the Malfoy family during this time, which made Draco, who had been in a high position for a long time, feel calculated anger and aggrieved.

"He better hope he doesn't get caught by me before the Aurors, and I'll let him try my hand at it."

After hearing this, Winnie frowned and asked Draco, "Did you talk to the Aurors?"

This matter is related to the family itself, and Draco is absolutely inclined to take revenge himself instead of making this matter known to everyone when he has the ability.

Draco's face was a little uncomfortable when he was asked, he seemed reluctant to talk about this topic, but he shrugged his shoulders and quickly chose to confess.

"You know, Hermione Weasley found me when everyone was pointing fingers at Scorpius."

In addition to Draco inheriting the title of family patriarch, he also holds a high position in the Ministry of Magic.

"Winnie, you have been away from England for too long, maybe you don't know much about the current situation. In this year's change of term, that guy Weasley is already the Minister of Magic, and our savior will be promoted by his sisters to be the head of the Auror office immediately. director."

Oh, that would be embarrassing.

Winnie immediately understood why Draco's face was a little strange.Although Winnie and Astoria were one grade lower than Draco when they were in school, Draco and the savior of Gryffindor, the iron triangle, fought against each other non-stop every day, every day, every day. But almost everyone in the school knows about it.

Even after the war, several adults who were already parents eased up because of a friendship they had when resisting Voldemort, but after all, they had choked and played pranks on each other for so many years, and they couldn't hold back each other's face.

"It appears that Mrs. Weasley found out about the replacement of St. Mungo's healer."

Draco sneered, "Oh, she's a pretty smart woman after all."

Although it was a sincere compliment, Winnie felt that Ms. Hermione Weasley would never be happy after hearing it.

"And what did she say, Weasley?"

Draco snorted dissatisfiedly: "Said I haven't finished the investigation, and told me not to sabotage the Auror's actions. My God, as for Potter's mindless guy, I can count on him to find out about that damn thing before I do." people?"

Winnie kept her mouth shut silently and did not answer the words of Draco who was walking ahead. After all, when complaining about those people in Gryffindor, the head of the family, Mr. Draco Malfoy, returned to his 11-year-old sanity in an instant.

However, Draco only mentioned a few words. What he cared most about was his wife and children. He rubbed the brows that had even wrinkled in the past few days, and looked at Winnie, expecting that she would give him a lesson about Astor. An optimistic reply about Leah's physical condition.

Winnie sighed in her heart, thought for a while, and said: "Some inflammation, I'm not sure what that guy added to Astoria's medicine, is there any remaining potion residue, I will check it later .”

"At present, I am most afraid that the inflammation that has not healed for so long will cause other complications. In other words, most of the human injuries can be called inflammation. Basically, a bottle of potion can solve it. In Muggle It is also very common in medicine, and it is not a big problem. But once it gets worse, it may mutate and cause other more serious diseases, so it is often very scary."

An ordinary cough, if ignored, may lead to pneumonia, and finally inflammation may be complicated or transferred to more serious inflammation in the body, and finally lead to death.When Winnie was working in Gotham Hospital, she had seen many people who were not well-off die due to such reasons.

After Draco listened, he cursed a curse word in a low voice.

"I asked the house-elf to put away the potion bottles from the previous few days. You can take a look later."

Suddenly, Winnie said something coldly: "Draco, do you want to consider the Muggle method?"

Draco, who was caught in his mind, suddenly turned his head to look at Winnie, but the suggestion Winnie gave exceeded his expectations.After this incident, Draco certainly didn’t dare to ask St. Mungo or other outside therapists to treat Astoria’s illness. Even if he watched from the sidelines from the beginning to the end, if a therapist was in the process It's hard for him to notice what he's doing.

But Draco never expected that Winnie would give him such a suggestion that was still a little scary in his eyes.

Draco opened his mouth, and managed to hold back a sentence: "Are you serious?"

"At least Muggles don't know you, so there is no reason to harm Astoria."

Draco fell silent at Winnie's words.He didn't reply right away, but was clearly thinking about its feasibility.

Draco led Winnie to the dining table, and Scorpius, who had been sitting on the chair for a long time, saw his father and Winnie who came to visit suddenly, stood up quickly, and said good afternoon to them obediently.

Draco kissed him on the head: "I have to bring lunch to your mother, Scorpius, I thought you could show your Aunt Winnie the Malfoy family's hospitality?"

Scorpius, who was suddenly given a "heavy task", was a little nervous, but at his age he desperately wanted to be affirmed by his father. His gray-blue eyes first glanced at Winnie behind Draco quietly, and then restrained himself. Excited, he assured his father, "I won't let you down, Dad. You'll also take my regards to Mommy for me."

Draco smiled, and patted his little head again.

"Astoria will be very happy. You can come up to see your mother after dinner. Haven't you talked to her today? Your mother also misses you very much."

After talking to Scorpius, Draco said apologetically to Winnie, "Then I'm sorry."

Winnie waved her hand and told Draco to just take care of Astoria upstairs.

Although Scorpius just met Winnie in Diagon Alley a few days ago, he is very kind to this elder. He knows that the other party will never forget his birthday. Anything that hurt a child was sent to the Malfoys, and Scorpius had even received Muggle toys.

Winnie reached out and hugged little Scorpius, and the two of them sat back on both sides of the long table.

"Scorpius, what have you been studying recently?"

"Dad taught me how to fly broomsticks on the lawn a few days ago!"

The kids were clearly excited about the broomsticks.Winnie frowned when she heard that, remembering the Firebolt Draco was holding in his hand at that time, she asked Scorpius: "Scorpius is riding a gift from your father?"

Scorpius shook his head, and very obediently repeated what his father said to him at that time.

"Dad said to try it for me first, let me use the small one first."

After Winnie finished her lunch, she began to check the potion residue that Draco had specially asked the house elf to keep.When Draco came to ask about the situation after taking care of Astoria without eating much, Winnie said to Draco with a mixture of anger.

"There is anticoagulant grass in it. It is estimated that it caused Astoria's cold to not get better."

The trouble is that this potion material is toxic, and if the wizard eats it by mistake, it will cause continuous blood loss symptoms or physical weakness, and it will deplete the wizard's body if it goes on for a long time.

Draco dropped those potion bottles directly.

"I'm going to develop its antidote, and I will give it to you as soon as possible."

But Winnie was also worried. The antidote could only be targeted at the anticoagulant grass, but she didn't know the extent of the current inflammation in Astoria's body.

Draco stopped Winnie.

"Winnie, I've thought about it, and I'm willing to trust you like Astoria."

Winnie was taken aback, then nodded, without saying much, just wrote down the potion ingredients needed to understand the potion and asked Draco to find them immediately.

Winnie stayed busy until the evening before using the Portkey to leave from Malfoy Manor.She didn't stay at Malfoy Manor or go back to Stuart Manor.

Now that she decided to go to a Muggle hospital for medical treatment, Winnie first chose the United States, where the British wizarding forces did not have much intersection.She hurried back to contact the hospital for Astoria.

Seeing Winnie who came to the temple in the middle of the night, Strange was also surprised. After hearing her intentions, he quickly contacted the director of the corresponding department of the hospital where he used to work for Winnie.

Winnie was a little tired, but she still smiled at Strange with the corners of her mouth bent: "Thank you, Stephen."

Strange caught a glimpse of the deep tiredness in her eyes, felt distressed, but at the same time relieved, Winnie was finally willing to choose him immediately when he needed help.

This means that the relationship between the two has finally made significant progress.

Although Strange wanted Winnie to simply stay in the temple and rest for the night, Winnie insisted that she go back to her apartment because she had other things to do.But she didn't tell Strange that she needed to keep busy not only with Astoria, but also with Strange's hands.

St. Mungo's matter made Winnie also start to have concerns about whether to take Strange with her.

Strange couldn't do it again and again, so he asked Winnie to send him a text message when he got home.

Just a few steps out of the temple, Winnie saw acquaintances surrounded by people at the roadside alley in the night.When Winnie saw the other party, her tired eyes widened in shock.

The other party was wearing a well-fitting black suit, with some gloss oil on his hair, and he looked as if he had just returned from a reception in a luxury car.And as if to confirm Winnie's guess, there was a supercar parked on the side of the road that couldn't start.

The man was surrounded by a few gangsters who had taken a fancy to his luxury car, and the sexy facial features that had fascinated countless girls seemed to exude a trace of impatience.But this impatience is also due to the fact that he himself seems a little careless and extravagant.

Winnie exclaimed, "Bruce?!"

But her voice was too small to be noticed by Bruce Wayne in the first place.

Obviously the other party didn't agree with each other. One of them spoke viciously, and then he directly raised his knife to teach this rich man who didn't know good and evil a little lesson.

Just when Bruce Wayne frowned and wanted to bring these people down.

Following a flash of light, the dagger that was about to stab at him was sent flying down several meters.

"Except your weapons."

Bruce, who had already touched the gangster's wrist and wanted to throw him over his shoulder, froze. He saw Winnie standing not far away holding a wooden stick.

"...Winnie?"

Now it was Bruce's turn to be surprised.

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