[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Strange finally understood who Winnie's awkward personality resembled.If the members of this family have inherited this kind of personality in one continuous line, I don't know how tiring it would be to communicate.Thinking about it this way, it seems that the only alternative is Violet who dares to break the stereotype.

After discovering that the old Patriarch was actually a bit hard-spoken and soft-hearted like Winnie, Strange's attitude towards him seemed to have eased a lot because of this similarity.

However, he did not miss a single rebuttal to the old Patriarch's words.

"You seem to be saying that Winnie must marry a wizard to give birth to a child who can be a wizard."

The old master was at a loss for words, but he insisted on that. Even though he knew that the words of this arrogant foreign man contained ridicule, the old master did not open his mouth to refute.

"if not."

Strange made a gesture, and the candlestick that was originally placed on the dining table floated in front of him and the portrait.

"If that's the case, how does that explain the birth of magical baby wizards from the Muggle world with both parents being Muggles?"

Squibs can happen even between wizards and wizards, so in Strange's view, this is not an absolute conclusion.

The old Patriarch was left speechless by what he said.

The inherent thoughts also exist in the mind of this shrewd old man. Even if some facts are so simple, wizards are always blinded by the narrow-mindedness that has always been self-styled.

In Strange's words, he has a good understanding of how wizards call ordinary people who don't know magic. He is a person who has the spirit of tirelessly studying new things.In terms of intelligence, Strange is indeed inferior to true geniuses like Tony and Banner, but he is more calm and absorbs knowledge than most people.While Winnie was out looking for potion ingredients for his hands, Strange had already read the books in the study one by one.

The old Patriarch compared the two, but found that he didn't know much about the characteristics of the group of "mages".

The old man in the portrait lowered his gray-blue eyes and sighed faintly.

He thought that the other half chosen by a child with a meek personality like Winnie might be somewhat similar to her in character, but he didn't expect that the other party showed his sharpness, he was a man with a flamboyant personality, arrogant but smart enough, and he didn't care at all when they talked. The method is to suppress the opponent with the momentum of the elders.

At the same time, the old Patriarch couldn't help being annoyed, he was really a kid who didn't know how to respect and comity his elders.If it was true that Winnie married him in the end, the family would have to be angry with him again.One daughter, Violet, has kept him in his brows for half his life, but there can be no more "Villette".

No, no, he still won't let go.The old Patriarch secretly made up his mind.

Eunice was very trustworthy, and when Winnie went to find her the next day, she got another potion ingredient.Money fanatic Eunice received more money than she expected, holding the money bag in both hands, her lips trembling when she looked at Winnie.

If Winnie hadn't gathered all the ingredients for the potion and hurried back, Eunice would definitely hold the big benefactor's leg tightly and would not let go.

If it was in the past, Winnie was required to go back and forth between Gotham and Stuart Manor every day, she was a wizard who had already mastered apparation, and it would not be very comfortable to use the door key with this frequency.

At this time, Winnie felt that Stephen's method was unbelievably gentle.

Winnie felt that she probably discovered another reason why Draco was so thin some time ago.

Winnie came and went very quickly, and she met Strange who was waiting for her outside Sinister Lane.

The man crossed his arms and stood lazily and nonchalantly in the narrow and narrow alley of Gotham. In such a tall and narrow alley, even the brightest sunshine can hardly fully illuminate it.

The sunlight only illuminated the upper half of his face, and the color of his eyes changed from blue to a slightly transparent blue-green due to the refraction of the light.And below the straight and tall bridge of the nose is silent in the shadows.The subtle fusion of light and shadow presented on Strange's face, giving him a unique and quiet beauty.

In Winnie's eyes, beauty is like a painting.

"Stephen, we got the things, we can go back."

Hearing the sound, Strange turned his head and walked in front of Winnie in two or three steps.Winnie's palm was empty, and Strange knew that she must have put away the things properly before leaving the magic pharmacy.Strange didn't ask too much about potion ingredients, he didn't know anything about it, so he might as well trust Winnie, who was better at it.

In comparison, the fact that Winnie didn't have any potion ingredients in her hand, Strange's first thought was that he could just hold Miss British Shorthair's hand in his palm.

"Oh, I can't help but praise my potions master."

Winnie's face froze, she pursed her lips and put on a serious expression: "I just went to get a potion ingredient, what's there to brag about."

Someone said: "Praise you for your strength. In my opinion, everything about Miss Winnie is worthy of praise."

Winnie blushed when she was praised by the serious and nonsense Mr. Mage, but she was secretly very happy with this kind of nonsense sweet talk.

She thought that after confessing her thoughts to the other party last night, she would feel temporarily uncomfortable, but after seeing Stephen's face the next day, Winnie didn't think of what happened last night at all.

And Strange didn't mention it at all.

Such a tacit understanding.

"OK then."

Winnie, who was holding each other's hand, kept a reserved look with her chin slightly raised and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. She also looked very serious, but the sweetness in her eyes could hardly be hidden.

When she got home, Winnie couldn't bear the desire to run to the potion room.Although he knew that she cared about him wholeheartedly, the Supreme Archmage who was left out was still a little unhappy.With a long leg, he insisted on going into the potion room with Winnie.

"Are you sure? The process of making potions is quite boring."

And Winnie followed the potion classroom in her student days, and arranged the potion room at home in the cellar in the basement.However, this arrangement is indeed beneficial for the preservation of potion materials.But Winnie thought that if Strange stayed with her in the dark and cold cellar without sunlight for several hours, she was afraid that he would be uncomfortable.

Strange waved his hand: "Just do your own thing and leave me alone."

Seeing that he persisted, Winnie didn't stop him.Strange followed Winnie down the stairs with a few books he had brought himself from the Karma Taj library.

There was a hint of earthy smell in the potion room located underground. The only light source in the room gave off a dim but not dim light. The profile of Winnie who was concentrating on handling potion ingredients in front of the stage.

Before brewing the potion, all the potion ingredients must be processed. When he made a mistake and was caught handling the potion ingredients, it was the second thing that Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, left for the students besides his poisonous tongue. something people fear.But this process cannot be skipped. Whether the potion materials are handled carefully or not sometimes affects the final product.So even though Winnie didn't like to deal with these strange materials, she still handled them with complete patience for the success of the potion.

It is said that men are the most handsome when they are serious, but Strange actually thinks that the subject of this sentence is also suitable after changing the gender.Yes, this kind of Winnie, holding a small silver knife, made Strange feel extremely handsome no matter whether she was picking shells, chopping feet or extracting juice.She left all her fierce and sharp aura in front of the potion table.

The magic book in Strange's hand turned more than half of the pages in the afternoon while looking at Winnie while reading the book, during which Strange never interrupted Winnie's movements.

But soon, the mage realized that he should interrupt Winnie!

Winnie has been concentrating on the task at hand since she entered the potion room after lunch and stood in front of the workbench. Midway through dinner, Strange asked her to stop. The materials are processed.As a result, he kept procrastinating and procrastinating. Seeing that the hands of the magic clock on the wall were approaching midnight, Strange couldn't bear it anymore.

He put down the book that had been closed for a long time, and walked quickly to Winnie: "Alright Winnie, it's getting late."

Hearing the voice, Winnie kept moving her hands: "Stephen, I'm almost done, but I almost missed it. Go up and rest first."

Strange heard this sentence several times in just one afternoon and one night, and Strange, who finally watched Winnie making the potion with his own eyes, understood Winnie's usual way of working and resting at this time.He folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, and said in a cool tone: "Then do you remember that you haven't had dinner yet?"

And just a few hours ago, I don't know who was the one who promised to eat it. Strange estimated that Debbie upstairs had heated Winnie's dinner countless times.

Strange, who originally had a mentality of understanding and consideration, now feels that he should not have indulged Winnie in the first place.

Winnie's body froze for a moment, and she could already hear the coolness in the man's words.In the end, she still stiffened and straightened her back, and nodded as if nothing had happened: "Really, I'll finish it soon."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he was carried out of the potion room by the waist.

"Stephen—!"

Strange patted the buttocks of the disobedient and struggling British shorthair cat with a straight face, and said with a sneer, "You are no longer trustworthy with me, Miss Winnie, go eat supper now."

After being educated by her love, Winnie blushed slightly and could not make a sound. After struggling, her feet still couldn't land on the ground. In the end, she simply gave up on herself and buried her head in the opponent's shoulder.

After this experience, Strange finally understood Winnie's usual way of disregarding potions.Get up early the next day in case Winnie sneaks into the cellar early in the morning.

And after dealing with all the remaining potion ingredients in one morning, Strange asked Winnie to have lunch with him on the first floor before letting them go.

Then came the main event.

Strange accompanied Winnie in the potion room as before.Maybe it's the performance that Winnie attaches so much importance to, or maybe it's because he can't really be indifferent in his heart. As time goes by, he himself can't help but start to get nervous.

Strange stared at the figure of Winnie brewing the potion without blinking his eyelids.At this time, she had a serious face, her mouth was tightly drawn, and she seemed unwilling to even show a faint smile, and she was strictly following the recipe in an orderly manner.

Winnie told Strange in advance that this potion requires concentration and concentration, so even if the cauldron no longer needs to be stirred again and is quietly boiling the ingredients at dinner, Winnie is unwilling to leave the table to eat dinner.The look of pursing his lips was even more difficult to persuade than before, Strange rubbed his eyebrows, feeling completely helpless in his heart.

So he didn't go upstairs for dinner either.

Winnie's eyes were on the cauldron, and Strange was on her and the cauldron, and the two of them didn't speak much throughout the day.

The minute hand passed two laps, and Strange had a stomach problem, and his stomach began to ache, but he frowned and didn't say anything.

The potion was finally ready.

Winnie stopped the flame and bottled it quickly and surely, and when it was done her fingers began to tremble.The high tension in the past few days and the incomparable importance attached to this matter in her heart made it inevitable for Winnie to make such a layman's mistake.

She looked back at Strange, her eyes were full of hope and nervousness.

The emotion in Winnie's eyes was completely sensed by Strange. He paused, walked up to Winnie in his usual casual manner, and took the potion bottle from her hand.

Winnie stared closely at Strange's face: "Drink, Stephen."

Winnie didn't tell the other party that everything would go well, she just added silently in her heart.

Strange finished his drink decisively.

Winnie did not dare to improve the taste of this bottle of potion in order to ensure that there would be no mistakes.When the first potion slid down his throat, Strange felt the long-lost choking taste, and his brows wrinkled.

At this moment, Winnie didn't dare to let go of any slight expression on his face, but Winnie had to fight back the intense tension that couldn't help bursting out from the beginning.

Gradually, Strange's brows became more and more wrinkled, and Winnie's heart tightened accordingly.

Regrowing a severed nerve is not a pleasant experience, but it is not so excruciatingly painful.Time seems to pass extremely long, but it seems to pass so quickly.The scar on his hand was still there, but Strange felt more and more that his hand was full of strength and returned to the way it was before.

Strange knew his hand was healed until the clenching of his fingers felt exactly the same as before.He stretched out the palms of his hands in front of Winnie, and just when Winnie was in a panic and was not sure about the final result, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

God returned to him what had been taken away.

No, not God, but her.

He held Winnie's face in both hands, and Winnie clearly felt that the hands covering her face were still warm, but they no longer trembled faintly.

Winnie didn't dare to blink, but tears suddenly came to her eyes.

"Great, great..."

She murmured, and also hugged Strange tightly.

Strange stroked her light blond hair close to her ear and said, "Maybe we can have a potion for scar removal?"

Winnie jumped out of Strange's arms when she heard it, and she even forgot about it.She hurried back and took a bottle of the improved scar removal potion from the inventory and handed it to Strange.

The man held her hand, and pulled her other hand with the other, allowing Winnie to hold the bottle of potion in both hands, while his hands clasped her hand and the potion around his palms.

"My hand is healed, so I hope Winnie's scar gets better too."

Winnie's eyes widened suddenly.She looked at Strange's eyes full of tenderness for her, and tears could not stop streaming down at this moment.

The tears evaporated and carried away the nightmare that haunted her from beginning to end.

The shadow left by the injury can never be rewound and erased, but she has the courage to look directly at it.

On this day, Miss Winnie drank her modified potion full of milk tea flavor, which healed her long-standing scars.

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