[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Strange let the three portraits who had not drawn the black cloth on the scene see the extraordinaryness of him as a "Muggle".

In a windless room, all the black cloth covering the portrait was blown up together, and finally even broke away from the frame. Dozens of pieces of thick black satin cloth floated in the air one by one, because of the rapid movement, there was no connection at all. It seems that these black cloths have formed a roll that is huge enough to wrap the entire room in the house.And where the edge of the cloth swept, a strong wind was blown up, and the vase in the corner was blown and smashed to the ground.When the portraits of the Stuart family who had lost their black cloth cover saw this scene, they gasped in astonishment one after another.

This portrait showroom has no windows, and all the light sources depend on the lights on the ceiling, but the black cloth has completely covered the light source.The whole room was plunged into darkness.

"Oh, I can't see!"

"Merlin!"

"I feel like I'm going to be blown out of the picture...it's so scary..."

But the darkness receded very quickly, the Milky Way nebula dispelled the endless darkness, the stars moved, the sun rose and the moon fell all happened in a blink of an eye, and the true meaning of the universe flashed in front of them.The black cloth rotating around the four walls at high speed became smaller and smaller, and finally shattered into countless pieces in an instant, and then returned to their original size, each of which flew back to the two sides of the frame they were originally on.Nothing seemed to have happened, except for a broken porcelain vase in the corner.

And the portraits are still out of state in a daze.

Strange thought in his heart that the prestige given to him by Gu Yi really shattered his three views.

"I'm a Muggle by your standards. But that's what you see."

"There are many special people in the world, and wizards are not the only species, but from a certain point of view, we are also the closest."

Facing a room full of portraits staring at him, Strange didn't look nervous at all, and finished speaking these words with a somewhat proud arc at the corners of his mouth.

The previous old Patriarch calmed down his mood, and frowned at the man standing in the middle of the room.

"Then who are you?"

"I am a mage."

The specific noun brought back memories of the old man's last conversation with Winnie in this portrait showroom. At that time, Winnie didn't bring this man up, but she revealed the identity of the opposing mage when she protected him.At that time, the old Patriarch didn't care, because he had never seen another form of magic.

Only wizards who have actually seen it will understand how vulnerable the original stubbornness is.

However, this also confirms from the side that any incident that seems to have erupted suddenly has traces to follow long before that.Look, look!The friend Winnie brought back last time to say how troublesome she was was the man who would stand here.The old man was already a little depressed, but he thought of what his daughter Violet said just now. The two of them knew each other since they were young. The old Patriarch was so depressed that he didn't know what to say.

What's more, the magic that Strange showed in front of them shook his long-standing perception of the difference between wizards and Muggles.When there is not only a unique existence like a wizard in the world, the original sense of superiority seems so meaningless.Under the double blow, the old Patriarch, who has always been rigid and strict, seemed a little depressed.

Not only him, but almost all the portraits fell silent. The first to speak was Violet, who had been in contact with ordinary people's society.

But she also looked stunned.Violet straightened the lace on her cuffs that were already flat enough, and her gray-blue eyes looked at Strange back and forth for a while with a look of scrutiny.

"Sure enough, there are still many secrets in this world that are not known to the world." She sighed.

Seventy percent of Winnie's appearance follows Violet's. It can be said that Violet in the portrait is wearing a long skirt with layers of pleats. The red cloak in the late stage of color control twirled a few times in front of her portrait. He even looked back at Winnie, who looked a lot like his mother.

Violet's casual and wise personality made her quickly accept new things, and she curved her lips and gave a very elegant greeting to the cloak.

The Stuarts, who were suddenly compared to outdated thinking, felt... felt that they had nothing to say, and they were all dazed.

The questioning of the elders who were about to come, turned into a comic pantomime in the end.The old Patriarch's world view that needs to be overthrown and restarted has not yet been established, and what he said to Winnie and the others is nothing more than thunder and rain.

Winnie, who had just stepped out of the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and she didn't even intend to hide her gratitude.

The expression on her face was so obvious Strange couldn't help but notice it.It seemed that she was very afraid of the inquiries from the portraits in that room. She must have been treated with strict standards by her grandfather when she was a child.But Strange thought about it, if he had to face the portrait of this room when he was a child, and there was no window for ventilation and light in the room, it would be normal for a child to be afraid.

Strange didn't know that he had guessed wrong.In addition to the old sternness that her grandfather left in Winnie's heart, what she was afraid of was the scene of a roomful of portraits constantly complaining about her missing half all day long.

It was only when her grandfather saw the scene of her being intimate with Stephen that Winnie realized that for her elders, it would be a huge disaster for the only heir of the family to find another Muggle!But there was no time left for Winnie to think of a countermeasure, and she and Strange were caught in the portrait showroom.

Fortunately, there was a follow-up reaction from the cloak.

Winnie couldn't help but cast an appreciative look at the cloak.

That night, Winnie did not start making the potion that could heal Strange's hands as expected.The two hard-to-find potion ingredients she saw earlier were really not found in Diagon Alley, so Winnie had to go back to Sinister Lane in Gotham to find Eunice, the owner of the potion shop.

Eunice made a quick killing and gave Winnie one of the ingredients she had on hand, and promised to find a way to get her another potion ingredient within a day.Although Europe has the longest history of wizards, North America is unexpectedly convenient in terms of trade.

However, Winnie and Strange did not return to New York, but stayed in Stuart Manor.Before curing Stephen's hand, Winnie didn't plan to return to New York. After so many incidents, she always felt that Manhattan was being targeted by criminals every day or two.

The dinner that night was no longer an English dish, but Strange's familiar dishes.Although Karma Taj's kitchen always brings out delicacies from all over the world every day, Strange is still more accustomed to eating dishes from his own country.

The picture frame hanging in the living room was empty, leaving only the background picture. The old Patriarch who appeared once did not show up at dinner that night.Strange felt that the other party was still angry and unwilling to show up, but Winnie told him: "Although there is a portrait of my grandfather hanging in the hall, he basically stays in the portrait showroom to accompany my grandmother."

Winnie's words seemed to add a bit of warmth to the old Patriarch who was a bit too strict at first impression.

Strange's bedroom was also made up after they had dinner, and Winnie took him upstairs.The guest bedroom, which has been unoccupied for a long time, has been kept clean and tidy by the house elves, and there is even a fresh smell in the air.

"There have been no guests in the manor for a long time, but it will not be bad after cleaning up. Stephen, can you see if there is any dissatisfaction?"

Strange glanced inside through the opened door. Like the hall, it was decorated in an exquisite and luxurious European style. He found that this family particularly liked to decorate the details with silver and green.Warm lights shone on them, making their own colors brighter and softening them imperceptibly.

Strange shook his head, he was not dissatisfied at all.This is not his humble speech, it is the fact that this guest bedroom is more exquisite than he expected.

"My room is next door."

Winnie pointed to the door diagonally opposite.

Winnie's words made Strange bend his lips, and being arranged to live in the room closest to Winnie's bedroom made Strange feel much happier.

He rubbed the top of Winnie's head.

"Go to bed early, my Miss Winnie. There is no need to boil potions tonight, and there is no reason to stay up late."

Strange told Winnie that even if Winnie couldn't cook the potion, he might sit at the desk and study the potion formula.

Winnie couldn't refuse such well-intentioned concern. Although she clapped away Strange's messy hand on top of her head with both hands, she couldn't bear to exert any force on her hands.

Winnie, with her disheveled hair, did not let go of the hand she held when she took Strange's hand off the top of her own head.

"I listen to you, Stephen."

In a very ordinary tone, she spoke sweet words so sincerely from the heart, Strange was hit in the heart of Winnie's chest by Winnie's straight-ball-like and unexpected way of speaking.

He watched Winnie talking to him with her hair messed up by him, the tenderness in her chest couldn't hold it anymore, overflowing from her flesh and blood, just like his laughter.

Strange suppressed a laugh, and smoothed the messy hair on Winnie's head again.

After saying goodnight in the corridor and exchanging a shallow goodnight kiss, the two went into their bedrooms respectively.

After a busy day, standing in the bedroom she hadn't lived in for a long time, Winnie subconsciously relaxed, and the idea of ​​taking a comfortable hot bath came into her mind.

Winnie picked up the silk pajamas from the closet and walked into the bathroom.

The hot water dispelled the fatigue in the body and completely relaxed every muscle. Winnie took a bath in a comfortable way.She even felt that her sleepiness would be completely aroused after lying in the bathtub for a while.

In a daze, Winnie felt as if she heard the knock on the bedroom door.And the only possible person is Stephen.

Winnie woke up, her wand was left outside the bathroom because of taking a shower, Winnie could only pick up a thick bath towel to dry off the water in a hurry, put on a long silk dress pajamas and ran out of the bathroom to give Strange opened the bedroom door.

The person outside the door was indeed Strange, and Winnie asked the person outside the door with her dripping hair: "Stephen, what's wrong?"

Strange, who was clearly dressed as a mage and hadn't washed yet, was stunned for a few seconds after seeing Winnie.He probably came out of the bathroom in a hurry after hearing him knock on the door. Not only was her hair still steamy, but the collar of Winnie's pajamas was not as neat as usual, and most of her collarbone could be seen in the low-cut, open-necked pajamas.

Strange spread his hands.

"Apparently Debbie forgot to get me a set of pajamas."

The damp moisture tugged at his heartstrings, Strange turned his eyes away, trying to calm the sudden throbbing in his heart.But also because of this, he noticed the hideous scar on Winnie's chest under the collarbone.It was so obvious under the contrast of the silk nightdress and the white skin, Strange's original charm disappeared, and the eyebrows were drawn together.

"Winnie, what is this wound?"

The author has something to say: Ah... Sure enough, I love you so late when I wrote it. After the full attendance was gone, I didn't have the idea of ​​rushing before 12 o'clock, so I wrote this bathroom meme that I wanted to write 2333