[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

The temperature in England has dropped recently. After several consecutive days of heavy rain in the afternoon, there is a trend of early autumn.However, this did not seem to affect the two people in the Stuart Manor.

The world is still at peace.Mage Strange, who doesn't need to save the world, doesn't have to live in the New York Temple. He himself enjoys running between the London Temple and the Stuart Manor.Happy events come and go, and good things come in pairs.There's nothing more cheering than the combination of his hand being healed and Winnie being relieved.

Well, maybe there are.The supreme mage thought to himself that it might be better to get the recognition from the portraits of Winnie's ancestors earlier, which would make him feel very happy now.

This expressive mood seemed to have infected the weather, and the weather that had been gloomy for several days finally cleared up.After staying indoors for several days, Winnie saw that Strange never left his book most of the time, she thought about it, and suggested: "Let's take a walk outside the manor in the afternoon, Stephen, didn't you say that you still want to see him?" Is there any other means of transportation for the wizard?"

This topic aroused Strange's interest, and he put the hardcover book aside.

"Oh? What is it?"

Winnie directly pulled him up from the sofa and led him to the storage room.

"I'm going to see if it still works."

Strange, who knew nothing about it, couldn't help showing a bit of bewilderment on his face, but even so, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth when he was pulled away by involuntary explanations.As long as it is not an invisible person, one can see the obvious joy on his face.I have to say that no matter how arrogant a man is, he is extremely cute when he talks about love.

Then Strange saw a broom.

The archmage suddenly thought of the images of witches in school-age children's picture books: a pointed black hat, a black cloak reaching to the feet, a pot of strangely colored potions, and a flying broom.

He himself kept silent, and even suspected that this classic template was actually drawn by ordinary people who accidentally saw the wizard and hadn't forgotten about it.

Of course, Strange knew that the actual situation was that the reason why wizard legends are so long and this image is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people is that it cannot escape the real conflict between ordinary people and wizards several centuries ago.

Strange had seen the photos of Winnie left in the manor, not only the photos taken by her mother Violet in Philadelphia when Winnie was young, but even her student days.

Winnie in the magic photo frowned, but she couldn't control her expression well, even her nose was wrinkled, and her small mouth was raised in aggrieved manner, which was really not deterrent.This little Winnie wore a black pointed hat on her head, and a long cloak over her school uniform.

Now that Strange saw the broom that Winnie found in the storage room, he felt that the images of wizards in popular picture books were actually too accurate.

Although the potion that Winnie boiled did not require the flesh of a child, there was no shortage of meat from any monster lizard.

Strange stared at the broom in Winnie's hand with a strange color in his eyes: "So it can fly?"

Winnie nodded: "Only special brooms can be used as a means of transportation. They are called broomsticks. I haven't ridden for a long time. I can try it this afternoon."

After Winnie said that, Strange, who was already somewhat curious, would naturally not refuse.

The two went outside on the lawn, and Winnie demonstrated to Strange the process of calling a broomstick.The one in Winnie's hand was just a classic sweeping series, and she yelled "up" and it flew into her hand smoothly.Winnie was only so-so in flying, so when she didn't lose face in front of her lover who was paying attention to her, Winnie was more or less relieved in her heart.

She turned around and smiled at Strange in embarrassment, and explained: "Actually, my grades in the flight class were not particularly good, and I haven't used it for a long time."

Strange responded with interest, and took Sweep from Winnie's hand.

"Can I make it fly?"

So far, Strange has also researched out some things of wizards that ordinary people can use, but more can't.The difference is whether or not it requires the magical power of a wizard.

Seeing Winnie shaking her head, Strange knew that the broomstick belonged to the latter category, and there was no regret on his face.The world I have seen has expanded, and I have seen many strange things, and sometimes my mentality is more stable and correct.

Strange let go, but the broom was still floating in midair.Winnie straddled it, turned around and said to Strange, "But I can take you."

Winnie held her usual tone, but Strange could hear the slightest hint of a smile in her tone.

What made him happy was that Winnie really let go of her heartache and gradually became cheerful.

Strange raised his eyebrows and stepped up.

"Then I can't justify it if I don't experience it once."

Feeling the man's body temperature sticking up, Winnie couldn't help shrinking forward.But she immediately realized that the person next to her was her lover, and she didn't need to feel restrained or coy.

It has to be said that after Strange's invisible thinking twists several times, Winnie's thinking has changed a lot.

Seeing that Stephen realized what she had done just now, Winnie stretched her waist pretending to relax, and leaned back quietly.

After the rain, it is a comfortable temperature for wearing a thin long-sleeve alone. Even if the skin touches each other through each other's clothes, it will not feel uncomfortable.The air also carried the unique smell of rainwater and soil mixed together, and more closely was the faint scent of hair rushing into the tip of Strange's nose.

Strange sniffed lightly, very satisfied with Winnie's silent and leaning back.

Winnie didn't see him and smiled like a trick.

She pursed her lips, remembering her first flight lessons and watching Quidditch at school, and reminded Strange, "You have to hug me, Stephen."

Strange raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Feeling the opponent's hand on her waist, Winnie rushed to the sky with Strange.

"Because it makes you feel like you're actually flying—!"

Because of inertia, Strange's body was thrown back when they took off, and he had to hold Winnie tightly.It was as if the archmage was afraid of heights so he hugged his lover in front of him tightly, Strange grinned with mixed feelings.

They walked around the manor several times before they came down. Winnie noticed that something was wrong with Strange's face, she immediately frowned and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

This question kept Strange silent for a while, and he had already changed his second stance after getting off the broom.Strange stared at Winnie's caring expression, paused, and said, "Is this a sport that is highly sought after by wizards?"

Winnie nodded because she didn't understand.

"We also have Quidditch, which is played in the air, and every player has to ride a broom."

Strange retracted his stomach and changed to a more upright stance.

"Oh, that's a hard time for them."

Winnie, who didn't feel the unspeakable pain of a male friend at first, was at a loss. After realizing Strange's meaning, her brain froze for a moment, and she didn't know whether she should greet her lover or not.

Never say:

"Stephen, is your [beep——] all right?"

The author has something to say: la la la (づ￣3￣)づ╭?~ I love you guys, let’s fill in the short stuff first. In fact, there are still a lot of content in the back. I have to work hard to write it, and I want to finish it quickly and smoothly.