[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Winnie was hesitant to tell Stephen her and Draco's speculation about St. Mungo's, but she thought about it for a while. She had mentioned St. Mungo's to Stephen first, saying that it might cure his hand, If you tell him now that there may be Death Eaters who hate Muggles, and they are likely to give up this path, what will Stephen think?

He will be lost because his hope is shattered again, and even hate her who brought him this message.Winnie fell into depression earlier than she imagined Strange.

It can be said that Strange is quite familiar with the changes in Winnie's mood now. When she avoided him with a flicker of her eyes, Strange knew that she had something hidden in her heart and hadn't told him.

With Winnie's character, this kind of emotion can't be healed by her alone.However, he stubbornly surrounded himself.

But Strange sometimes thinks that maybe Winnie is not a strong enough person, and the comfort and consideration he wants to give seem so useful.

"Winnie? What didn't you tell me?"

With Strange being so sure and to the point, Winnie had no way to make excuses. After a while, she found that she had no way to deal with the man in front of her.

The discouraged Winnie frowned slightly, and finally told Strange about their deduction about St. Mungo.

"You said it too. It's just an inference. No matter how bad it is, we don't need to go to St. Mungo's. There are hospitals in the magic world in the United States."

Winnie lowered her head slightly, but she didn't feel any better because of Strange's comfort.

"The gap between American wizards and Muggles is deeper, and the relevant laws are stricter. We cannot enter the magic hospital of American wizards."

When she said this, the corners of Strange's mouth that were deliberately raised to make Winnie feel better also quietly fell.

After about a full minute of silence between each other, Strange said slowly: "That sounds really bad."

Winnie's heart ached when he said it in a flat tone.She hurriedly raised her head, wanting to refute Stephen's self-loathing, even if she wasn't that powerful, she still wanted to assure the person in front of her that one day she would heal his hand no matter what she tried.

Swear by Merlin, the most noble faith of wizards.

Winnie raised her head and saw Stephen's face without any trace of pain. There was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his usually aloof blue eyes were also bright. The appearance is misleading yourself!

Winnie instantly felt very angry, more angry than any previous verbal confrontation with Strange.This anger invaded all the cells in her body, causing her body to tremble slightly even without the control of her brain.

It came so suddenly that even Winnie couldn't understand what she was mad about.

But she didn't want Stephen making fun of his hands.

"Steven, isn't that funny, or do you think it's funny that I'm so nervous about your hands?"

The anger in Winnie's words was not euphemistically embellished, and Strange froze for a moment, this time frowning completely.

He wanted to tease Winnie so that she wouldn't be so nervous, but he didn't think of directly igniting the powder keg that was usually silent.

What was the use of being aware of her altered mood, he hadn't read Winnie Stuart's mind correctly even once!

"Why do you think I'm laughing at you? Winnie, you always try to misinterpret me too much?"

Let Strange face up to the pain caused by his hands. In all fairness, it may be difficult for him to smile lightly and truly not mind in his whole life.

But he had to pretend to be calm in front of Winnie.

A proud person always shows his sincerity later than others, and he can't tolerate a little trampling.

Strange was also a little annoyed, for a moment he felt that what he had done all these time was useless.He took two deep breaths and returned to his usual self-sufficient arrogance: "I just want you to look up and see me."

Winnie was dumb, but the other party's eyes were already full of turbulence. Winnie understood that maybe she had made this man completely angry.

Her gray-blue eyes were filled with confusion and panic, and these eyes were full of panic.All the traces accumulated over the years on her body can be blurred one by one because of these sincere and unparalleled eyes.This made her look like a naive child who has not been polished by reality, but after she made a mistake, she made others feel compassionate.

Strange looked into those eyes, less angry.

He's still soft on Winnie, but he's only flesh and blood, not invulnerable.He picked up this love, not the same as wearing down his arrogance and self-esteem.

Strange stretched out his hand to straighten Winnie's long light blonde hair. This time he did it more familiarly and gently than before, but he ignored Winnie's hesitant expression and didn't say a word to her again. The words left.

Winnie felt that her legs were filled with cement, and they were frozen in place. This illusion overwhelmingly occupied her nerves, but in fact, she clearly understood that she had not been subjected to similar For spells like the Leg-locking Curse, she still wears shoes that are easy to walk on today. She only needs to open her legs and run, and maybe she can catch up with Strange.

But she just stood there for a long time.

All the erroneous perceptions of the senses are the excuses she made for her cowardice.

Winnie vented her strength, thinking to herself that she would never be able to become a person who can make people feel happy to get along with.It seemed a good thing that she hadn't expressed her liking to Strange yet.

Astoria, who was lying on the bed, couldn't pretend anymore.

"Ahem, Winnie, that gentleman may not be far away, you have to catch up."

Hearing Astoria's voice, Winnie's body paused slightly.Immediately, she straightened her back immediately, and quickly came to Astoria's bed in two or three steps.

"Are you okay, Leah?"

Winnie concealed the bitterness in her heart, and touched Astoria's forehead with concern.

During this period of time, due to illness, Astoria's cheeks were a little sunken, and she looked much thinner. Only when she smiled and showed two dimples, she looked the same as the stunningly beautiful girl. .

Winnie felt the normal body temperature coming from her hands, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

But Astoria relentlessly continued to talk about the topic just now. She was lying on the bed with a hanging needle in her hand, so she blinked at Winnie several times, and her long and curly eyelashes fluttered. It's like flirting with someone else's heart.

"To be honest, my little Bolang still has a chance now, so don't make a bitter face in front of me later."

Winnie opened her mouth, trying to refute but couldn't. She kept her mouth slightly open, showing a foolishness that was different from her appearance.After a while, she shook her head several times and rejected Astoria's suggestion.The excuse she gave to convince herself and Astoria was particularly ingenious.

"Draco entrusted you to me, I can't leave you alone in the hospital."

Astoria was angry and annoyed, and even rolled her eyes at the ceiling regardless of the image, but she quickly and sullenly glanced at the necklace she found hanging around Winnie's neck this morning.

People's intentions are clearly on your chest, and you can actually play a good hand of cards like this? ?

"...I don't care about you anymore."

Winnie's already unhappy mood was made worse by Astoria's words. She simply stared at Astoria. Of course, this staring stare may not really have much An intimidating aura.

When they were at Hogwarts, this kind of scene happened between the two of them from time to time.

After the first day or two of intense back and forth, Draco had finally found the balance between his usual work and visiting his wife.

Although this made him pinch the time to the minute, the whole person also lost weight with Astoria who was bedridden.

"Honey, I feel sorry for you like this. You should not come tomorrow, and take a good rest at home. The Muggle doctor told me that I will be discharged from the hospital after a while."

Winnie had just packed dinner for the Malfoy couple in the ward, when she heard the crooked conversation between them.For the first time, single Winnie felt such intense sadness.

Winnie put the dinner for the two of them on the table, and then said to Astoria's words just now: "Leah, even if your husband doesn't come to see you, he has to go to the Ministry of Magic to go to work. Malfoy's The Patriarch will never have the chance to take a good rest for a day at this time."

Astoria took the tableware that Winnie handed over, and pursed her mouth depressedly.

Draco didn't refute Winnie's words, but touched the top of Astoria's head, and by the way, put her long hair back before eating.

"I'm fine, you need to get better soon Leah, Scorpius misses you very much."

Draco, who faced verbal interpersonal communication as an adult, did not know how many ranks higher than Winnie in the art of speaking.

Seeing Draco coaxing Astoria with ease, Winnie couldn't help feeling a little envious.

If only she could say a few nice words in front of Stephen.

But since that day, she has not seen each other for several days.Except for the first visit to the hospital once, Strange never appeared again. After all, this is the place where he used to work. Status is also of no benefit.

But this also means that if Winnie doesn't take the initiative to find him, there is not much possibility of seeing him.

The change in Winnie's expression did not escape the eyes of the two Slytherins. Draco and Astoria didn't know each other at first. When it happened, they opened their mouths in unison.

"Xiaolong, have you seen the new necklace on Winnie's neck..."

"Leah, I think the relationship between Winnie and Mr. Strange is a bit unusual..."

The two Malfoys looked at each other in silence for a while, thinking that there was probably nothing wrong with this matter.

Now that Winnie's distracted look fell into the eyes of the two, Astoria winked at Draco who kept serving her food: Let me just say it, Winnie absolutely fell in love with that Muggle.We've got to figure out a way to get this one-headed guy Winnie out of the way, or she's going to keep moping like this forever.

Draco thought to himself... well, he thought so too.But since Astoria first acted like she inferred, he was also willing to cooperate with her.

On the face of Malfoy, the young head of the family frowned as he looked at the dinner on the small table that couldn't be compared with that at home.

"I'll ask the elf to make an extra portion tomorrow, and I'll bring it to you. You're starving and thin, Leah."

Astoria looked at Draco like he had seen a ghost.Dear Xiaolong, I lost weight obviously before.

Astoria originally wanted her eloquent husband to enlighten her friends who were in negative emotions, but Draco gave him a look and said that he couldn't do this kind of work between girlfriends, so he took the leftover dinner between the two of them. Pack them together, stand up and plan to throw them into the trash can on this floor by yourself.

Astoria watched the door creak shut, knowing that Draco had cunningly handed her the task again.Astoria cleared his throat, pretending to open the topic casually.

"Winnie, who was Mr. Strange that day? I heard that Draco met you before and took him to Diagon Alley. Is this a friend you met in America?" At the end, Astor Even though Leah knew it was impolite, she couldn't help lowering her voice and asked in a low voice, "Is he... a Muggle?"

Even knowing that Mr. Strange is probably the man Winnie really likes, Astoria will inevitably feel awkward as long as she thinks about the identity of the other party's Muggle, even though she and Draco are very old. To a certain extent, he changed his attitude on Muggle issues, unlike most other Slytherins who saw Muggles as superior.

But that's a whole different story than her best friend falling in love with a Muggle.

Astoria didn't even need to put himself in the situation, and he could guess the reaction of the old Patriarch Stuart if he knew about it.The Stuart family has only one direct line left, Winnie. What if they find a Muggle who can't do magic and give birth to a squib.

Thinking of this, Astoria sighed with a headache.

Could it be that Winnie herself is of mixed race, so this issue has never been within her scope of consideration?

Winnie hesitated for a long time, and the gap of silence almost made Astoria's heart ache.

"He's supposed to be a Muggle."

……what?

should?

For a moment, Astoria felt that she had heard it wrong. Muggles and wizards, yes and no, why is there such a thing as "should"?

Looking at the confusion on her friend's face, Winnie thought silently, is she going to say that besides wizards, there is another group of people in the world who also use magic?

She didn't want the second wizard who knew to face the painful truth.

And... Stephen's identity is not something that can be casually mentioned on the street, so she should stop making him angry.

Winnie lowered her eyes sadly.

Astoria stretched out the hand that hadn't received the needle and attached it to the back of Winnie's hand.

"It doesn't matter whether Strange is a Muggle or a wizard... Winnie, are you really unwilling to apologize to him?"

The quarrel between the two, the information that Astoria could piece together was nothing more than sporadic fragments, but she knew that Winnie was willing to tell that Mr. Strange about St. Mungo and the wizarding world. , and because she is so worried about gains and losses in one sentence, she cares so much about the other party.

Although the way she expresses it is so unflattering.

Just like there are so many roads leading to the end, she foolishly chose the most tortuous and thorny road.

Winnie blinked, feeling that the tiredness accumulated in the past few days made her eye sockets the first to be overwhelmed and dry.Sometimes when Draco was here at night with Astoria, she would go back to the apartment.

And Winnie's only pastime at night is to bury her head in reading Strange's medical certificate.

She had thought of several ways so far, and ruled them out in her mind.

There may be a potion prescription for regrowing broken nerves, but it will take a lot of time to search for it. Winnie even thought about using alchemy to forge the nerves in her hands.

"He was really angry that day, and I'm afraid he won't forgive me."

Astoria took a breath: "But you didn't even dare to apologize to him face to face!"

Winnie gave her a radiant look back at Astoria's raised voice, but she stuck to a point she had absolutely no way of proving.What a proud person Stephen is, when he is really angry, how can he forgive someone so easily.And Winnie has no confidence at all that she will be an exception for the other party.

Astoria thought for a moment: "Maybe be more tactful? Oh, no, no, not too tactful." She almost wanted to reach out her hand to gesture.

"Find a way to sincerely express your apology without having to say it directly?"

Winnie was persuaded by Astoria and fell into deep thinking.

In a world where superheroes gather, the earth will never be peaceful for too long, and the long-lost peace is often more like the calm before the storm.

The council case against Superman goes awry.

But it turned out to be worse than anyone expected.

Superman did not use his ability, and was willing to accept the arbitration trial of human society as an ordinary person. As he approached the House step by step, the behemoth Hulk appeared at the main entrance of the House out of thin air, and he The mood looks very irritable.

Just when Superman wanted to stop Hulk from retreating towards the House, the two of them huddled together, soaring flames and explosions engulfed the entire House.

The Avengers wanted to fly to Washington immediately.

By the time Winnie saw the overwhelming reports on TV, the Avengers and Hill, the head of S.H.I.E.L.D., had already headed to Washington.

The original conspiracy against Superman became more and more complicated because of the sudden appearance of Dr. Banner.

Astoria winked at Winnie.

"Miss Winnie, don't you think about saving the hero?"

The author has something to say: There are still a lot of plots... If I write it down, I won't be able to update it tonight.I look at Winnie now as I look at my stupid son, let's look forward to how the stupid son will please the reserved heroine tomorrow (???)

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