[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

In front of the oval mirror in the bathroom——

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl was standing, but her exquisite facial features were twisted together because of the extreme collapse of her heart, which was completely different from the cowardly expression hidden under the coldness of the past.She grabbed her face and hissed instantly, it was very painful.

It felt very real, not like a dream.

Strange held in his arms what seemed to be the school uniform that this body usually wears, his brows were so wrinkled that he could crush a bug to death.

Silently watching the little girl's bitterness and hatred throughout the whole process, the talking mirror in the wizarding world couldn't help twisting his body, and said in a low voice: "Oh, our little Winnie, you are the most beautiful little wave in England! Even the most handsome Sun God will bend down and kiss your cheek when he passes by the sea level in the morning. What are you unhappy about? Put on your school uniform, Astoria said, do you have a good morning? class."

The mirror is really good at complimenting people, but the one being praised is not happy at all.

Strange took a deep breath, looking at the school uniform he was holding in his hand, frantically doing mental construction.Change the school uniform, undress, and see Winnie's body.

oh!Is this playing him? !

Astoria, who was outside the door, was so anxious that she planned to rush into the bathroom immediately to see if her good roommate was sleeping in it.

"Winnie, Winnie! I'm really going to be late! Professor Snape!"

But the dressing mirror echoed: "That's right."

On one ear was Astoria's knocking on the door, and on the other was the sound of the magic mirror, which made Strange feel his head hurt.

Pulling the curtain in front of the mirror abruptly, blocking the mirror's view, and by the way, covering its endless talking voice.Strange closed his eyes fiercely, and began to unbutton the first button of his nightdress—

A few minutes later, the neatly dressed Miss Winnie came out of the bathroom.Astoria, who was already pacing in a hurry, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Winnie.

"Winnie, we both went to bed late today, and we don't have time to have breakfast, you understand. Let's bear with it, and we will only have Professor Snape's class in the morning."

Astoria found that her roommate, Winnie, behaved a little abnormally today.Not only did she get up later than her, but she also became slow.However, the courtyard uniform on her body is more tidy than before, you must know that she is not a sloppy person in the first place.Shirt collars are pulled straight, and tie knots peeking out from cardigans look better than ever.

Strange tried hard to restrain his urge to frown, trying to calmly talk to the much shrunken Astoria in front of him: "Ma...Astoria, what's wrong with me, I'm not going to be late ?”

"Ah!" Astoria held up the potion textbook in her arms, "Winnie, you didn't bring the textbook! Take it and let's go."

Fortunately, Winnie's desk was tidy, and the spines of various books were arranged vertically, which was very clear, so Strange didn't need to spend a few minutes looking for any potion textbooks.Strange took out the book, grabbed the pen on the table, and followed Astoria out.

Astoria walked in a hurry, and it seemed that she was really afraid of being late for the Potions class.

Strange didn't know enough about the world of wizards, Hogwarts, and Winnie's past, and his current situation was very subtle and embarrassing. He originally wanted to straighten out his thoughts, find Winnie and a solution as soon as possible .But now, he has to go to class first.

what the hell.

Strange walked briskly at the pace of Astoria ahead, feeling a little tired.

And that's just the beginning of the day.

The lounge of Slytherin House was in a part of the basement, not far from the Potions classroom, and the two of them were lucky enough to arrive at the classroom before class began.

And I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, the professor of their class is only one step behind them today.Just as Astoria breathed a sigh of relief after successfully arriving in the classroom, he glanced back casually and saw the Potions Professor in black robes, and almost gasped.

The Potions Professor raised his chin, his sharp eyes wandered around the two blond girls, and he frowned impatiently.

"Shall I invite you two in, Greenglass, Stuart?"

Strange turned his head and saw the potions professor whom Winnie had always admired.

Seeing the frown on the other side's face, he suddenly lost his liking for the potions professor who existed in Winnie's mouth and memory.A mean personality and unmodified appearance, none of which will make people have a good first impression.

Astoria maintained the politeness he should have, and did not lose his composure too much, but just shouted a little nervously: "Hi, professor!"

Strange pursed his lips and did not shout along with Astoria.

Residing in the body of this 13-year-old little girl is the soul of a mature, wise, and even very proud man. Strange can't do it if he really calls each other by honorific titles.

Snape didn't miss the indifference and disdain that flashed under Strange's drooping eyebrows, his already frowning brows became more obvious, secretly remembering the abnormality of the student Winnie Stuart in his heart .

"Stay here again, you two will come to my office to work and punish you tonight."

Astoria hurriedly tugged on the sleeves of the roommate beside him and walked to the vacant console at the back.

Their little movement at the door attracted the attention of some students, but none of them dared to ask Astoria in class.Professor Snape's Potions class is famous all over Hogwarts. There is no cauldron killer or savior who is always in the limelight in this grade. Everyone can't wait to spend this weekly Potions class peacefully. .

Snape strode over to the podium and snapped open the book: "Today your task is to complete the making of the shrinking potion in class. I believe that everyone who is hopelessly stupid knows that he must preview in advance, So—for you, there are a few raw materials in the shrink potion that need to be sliced."

The little lion whose name was called stood up bitterly, stuttering and reciting for a long time, but couldn't complete it.

The potions professor standing on the podium did not hide his mockery, and said in a low, elegant but malicious voice, "Five points deducted from Gryffindor, sit down."

The lit little lion sat down with a numb face, presumably accustomed to the despair he had to face this morning every week.

After routinely deducting Gryffindor's points, Snape would usually order another Slytherin student, so that those cubs who only know brute force but not thinking can study hard.

"Stuart, you get up and tell them the answer."

Shouted, Strange wanted to sew up the mouth of the old man who was dressed more Batman than Batman Bruce Wayne with surgical sutures.

Ten seconds later, the huge potions classroom was dead silent.

Astoria, who was at the same table, tried to bury her head to reduce her sense of existence, hoping that the dean would treat her as dead.

Snape forced the words out of his mouth viciously: "Sit down!"

Of course, he would never deduct points from Slytherin.

Thanks to Winnie's image of a talented, hard-working and inquisitive student left by Snape, otherwise Strange must have been waiting for an unforgettable labor service this time.

Snape ordered another Slytherin student, who had just completed the answer to the question.After Snape explained the precautions for making the shrinking potion, he let the students start by themselves, while he shuttled back and forth in the aisle, stopping from time to time to stare at a student's operation.

Strange glanced at where the Potions Professor was, and whispered to Astoria next to him, "I'll handle the materials today, and you cook."

Astoria was abnormally surprised again and again today as her partner, but she didn't have much doubts about this matter. Although she basically helped Winnie, there were occasional exchanges.Astoria is more concerned about Winnie's state today.

"Winnie, didn't you have a good rest last night?"

After the two exchanged positions, Astoria asked Strange in a low voice before the Potions Professor came over.

Strange thought about the situation when his family Xiaoying got along with Astoria, and he didn't want to be too cold, so he shook his head slightly, signaling that the other party didn't have to worry.

"A little dizzy, I think it will be fine in the afternoon."

Strange told a casual lie about his anomaly and buried himself in cutting the daisy roots.

No matter how talented Winnie is in potions, Strange really didn't inherit any related skills when he took over the shell. If he blows up a pot of potions with Winnie's body, when Winnie knows, He is also in trouble.

In the process of making the potion, Strange could only be fooled by the knife skills trained with a scalpel.

Snape walked to their table and saw Strange, who was wearing Winnie's shell, handling the potion ingredients with no expression on his face.Compared to the annoyed reaction just now, Snape's attitude softened a little with the knife skills presented to him.Seeing the two people who had changed positions today, Snape's eyes paused for a while on the heads of the students who were concentrating on processing materials, and then left without saying anything.

In the end, their group got a class result that was not amazing but acceptable.

The afternoon class also made Strange physically and mentally exhausted, he could only pretend that he was really unwell, and worked hard through the day.

Taking a bath is also a very torturous thing. Strange closed his eyes and completed the process from undressing to dressing as quickly as possible.

It was true that Winnie was his lover, but facing the thirteen or fourteen-year-old youthful body of his former lover, Strange felt that no matter what he thought in his heart, he looked like a pervert.

Heart is very tired.

Lying on the bed, Strange had only one thought left.

What's scary is that he still doesn't know how long this kind of life will last, taking those magic courses that he has no foundation, and dealing with completely unfamiliar Hogwarts professors and classmates.But he didn't know where Winnie's spiritual body was, and when the chaos caused by the time stone would end.

Strange himself tried to extract the spirit body, but found that it didn't work at all.

Astoria, who went to bed later than him, was already asleep, but Strange was still not sleepy.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the pointer crosses the grid, and a new day is coming in the night.Strange suddenly felt an invisible force pulling him out of Winnie's body, he flew out of the bed lightly, and quickly stabilized his figure in the air after realizing it.

Then, he saw Winnie lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

Winnie was still very confused, and when she saw Strange, she subconsciously called out: "Stephen?"

But she immediately found that the other party was floating in mid-air in the form of a ghost, and was also looking at her in shock.Winnie sat up from the bed abruptly, the dark night couldn't stop her familiarity with the Slytherin dormitory where she had lived for seven years.

She looked at Strange and blinked: "What's going on."

Strange looked down at himself finally wearing the normal mage's attire, and said with a headache, "That's the question I want to ask as well."

"But I'm so glad to see you're all right, Winnie."

Mr. Strange subconsciously ignored the "thing he was looking for" for Winnie during the day.

The author has something to say: I’m back—it’s necessary to explain what I’m doing recently. My relatives and friends came to me to write a manuscript for the Zuoming only exhibition.Because I played well, I went to hold a show and write an article.I originally wanted to write a word of 1w, but I ended up writing 3w... I wanted to finish it quickly while writing it, and then finished it painfully and happily.

Come back to write this article now, it is estimated that there are still 2.5w~3w words before the end

It is possible to go camping on 4.29, and there is no way to update it in time, that is, come back on the 30th to resume daily updates.Everyone has been waiting for a long time.

The little angels who left messages all sent red envelopes to express their apologies.