[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Winnie looked at her lover floating in mid-air, then looked down at her young and immature upper body sitting on the familiar soft silver-green mattress, and saw that her soft flesh had not faded and became slender The back of her hand, Winnie realized, it wasn't the place she was with Strange anymore, it wasn't even the body she had right now.

She looked at Strange, her lips parted slightly: "I..."

The bright moonlight does not illuminate the Slytherin lounge under the Black Lake. What can give the room a little glow is the reflection of the moon in the lake and the lighting source under the magical blessing of the castle itself.

Winnie looked at him softly, with a little panic and panic that she didn't even notice, Strange felt that his heart was pricked by dense needles, and the full swelling was deflated at once.This feeling is crisp and numb, neither good nor bad.It's just that he rarely felt this emotion.

Although in his mind, he has always compared Winnie to a small British shorthair cat that can be wrapped in two hands, but Winnie does not show such weakness.

This was one of the few times he had seen Winnie with this look on his face.

Strange felt very distressed, and wanted to solve all this for her, and also hoped that she could curl up in his arms like a spoiled kitten at this time.

Strange turned the notebook on the desk into a mirror and let it float in front of Winnie.

"Yes, Winnie, this is your young body."

All that Strange did completely confirmed Winnie's guess.She opened her mouth, her eyes were full of astonishment: "Oh," Winnie wanted to pull out a smile, but the others looked very reluctant, "Damn it, Merlin is playing with me."

In extreme shock, she even revealed the peculiar mouth fetish of a wizard.

Strange, who was in a spirit state in mid-air, froze, "Damn it" is very suitable here.

Strange changed the mirror back, floated in front of Winnie, looked at her face to face and said, "Winnie, I'm afraid we need to talk about the current situation."

Winnie nodded, grabbed the wand next to her pillow, and cast an ear-blocking spell.Astoria on the opposite bed was already asleep, but Winnie didn't want to wait for her roommate to be woken up by her conversation with Strange.

Imagine being woken up from a dream in the middle of the night, and when you opened your eyes, you saw a male ghost on your roommate's bed... Winnie didn't want Astoria to fall into a psychological shadow.

Winnie reached out to touch Strange's hand, and she passed through his translucent palm.

Strange noticed that Winnie's expression was even more aggrieved.

Is it because she is only thirteen or fourteen years old on the outside, her gray-blue eyes are small, round and bright, and there is a sparkle in them.

"What's going on here? What about your body?" Winnie asked, looking at Strange's current situation.

"Perhaps it's because of the Time Stone. I only brought my spirit body to Hogwarts with you, but I forgot to bring my body with me." Strange spread his hands and smiled casually. "Today during the day, I found myself occupying your body, but your soul doesn't know where it is... As a result, I have to face a bunch of messy things, and my head is getting bigger."

At the end, Strange gritted his molars sincerely.

Winnie was still a little uncomfortable at first, but seeing Strange's expression, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What class is it during the day?" She asked.

"Oh, the class of your most revered Potions Master. Staring at people one by one, just like looking at enemies." Thinking of Snape's jet-black robe and calling him out of his seat, he felt dizzy. Strange smiled angrily.

Winnie imagined the daunting cold face of the former potions professor and the way he used to teach in the past. Stephen was asked questions by the professor in all likelihood in the morning.Winnie held her forehead, and couldn't bear to think about it anymore, but she still struggled and said, "Did the dean say something, for example, asking me to go to labor service or something?"

Strange snorted, "He dares."

Of course he dares, he is my professor.

But Winnie also breathed a sigh of relief. It sounds like she didn't hit the Potions Professor's gun and be taken to labor service today.

Strange saw Winnie smiling sweetly with the corners of her mouth up, and suddenly coughed twice and turned her face away.

Damn it, looking at Winnie's appearance in the mirror and looking at the juicy little girl in front of me from my own perspective are two completely different feelings.

Strange began to reflect that he might really be a pervert.

Winnie looked puzzled: "Stephen?"

Strange turned his head back, the corners of his mouth were slightly straightened, and he secretly tried hard to restrain himself from showing his emotions.

He raised his hand and touched the cheek of Winnie who was sitting on the bed in front of him.

A girl who looked like thirteen or fourteen years old, her face hadn't gotten rid of her childishness yet, but it was delicate enough. Strange compared it with his palm, and he could easily cover Winnie's entire face.

Winnie pressed her face against his translucent palm.

Obviously they can't touch each other, can't feel the temperature of each other, but it seems that they have already felt the induction.

Strange smiled suddenly, and the negative emotions that had been boring during the day immediately dissipated.

Back to the point.

Winnie got off the bed and walked to the desk in slippers of the same style as her nightdress.Strange followed her.Winnie's move must have her purpose, but Strange didn't rush to ask.

Winnie whispered the fluorescent spell.

After she flipped through several textbooks for this year, she took the initiative to answer Strange.

"This is my third grade textbook, it's 1994 now."

Strange refused to look at the Potions textbook that made him sad during the day, and he leaned over from behind Winnie's shoulder, light and weightless, but very real on her shoulder.

Although the two of them are somewhat discordant in terms of their current body sizes, they can't stop the warmth and peace that surrounds the two of them.

"Yes, at least we have the first clue."

Winnie nodded softly.

"At the moment, what we need to figure out is nothing more than how we can go back."

"And how to deal with a situation like we have now."

Is he occupying Winnie's body like in the daytime, and Winnie's spirit body is unknown; or is it like now, without a body, he can only appear in the form of spirit body.

Strange frowned.

Winnie woke up from a coma a whole day later than Strange, and it was impossible for her to know more than Strange, so when Strange asked these words, she could only watch silently. other side.

But she didn't like to see men frowning.

Winnie turned around, her gray-blue eyes stared at Strange seriously in front of her, and raised her hand as if trying to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

"Alright don't frown."

Her body has shrunk quite a bit, but the expression of pursing her lips has remained the same since she was a child, and she said her caring words in such a way that she would inevitably wind them into a ball of wool.

Strange took the initiative to squat down, pretending to push his forehead that Winnie complained about a few seconds ago against her.

"Okay, listen to you, Miss British Shorthair."

The body naturally couldn't feel the contact with the spirit body, but Winnie couldn't help but leaned back and took a small step back, as if the force used to touch the forehead was not as strong as Strange, and he pushed back .

But actually feel nothing.

Winnie let out an ah, lowered her eyes and didn't continue talking.

She suddenly realized that being able to see but not touch, turned out to be such a painful and difficult thing.

The early morning sun slowly illuminated the Black Lake, and the girl curled up in the center of the big bed trembled her eyes. She no longer overslept like yesterday, but woke up on time according to the biological clock her body had long been used to.

Staying up late made the brain feel dull and tired as soon as it started to work. The girl sat up from the bed, and all the quilts that were originally covering her shoulders were piled up on her waist and below.

She paused for a moment—

"Fuck."

The first moment Strange woke up, he just wanted to utter such a swear word.

He was back in Winnie's body again.

[...Steven, don't say bad things about my body. ]

Hearing another familiar voice from inside his body, Strange stabilized his mind: "Winnie? Are you still awake? Can you hear me?"

[Well, I don’t know why I’m not forced to sleep today, but I tried just now, but I still can’t control my body. ]

Strange rubbed the aching forehead of this body.

"Are you feeling sick?"

He occupied Winnie's body, and he didn't know if it would affect Winnie herself.

[It's okay, except that I can't control my body, there are no other problems. ]

"That's good. If the two of us can talk during the day, it will be much better than yesterday." At least in case of emergencies, he can also ask Winnie, and make corresponding responses based on the information Winnie gave him, and It's not just random guessing.

[That's true.Stephen, you can try to talk to me in your heart, like I do, or it will be troublesome for others to find out. ]

Strange paused: [So? ]

[Um. ]

After confirming that there was no problem with the communication, Strange relaxed a little.

He squeezed the quilt in his hand: [Now, what should we do? ]

[It's time for me to get up, first change out of the nightgown, wake up Lia from the bed after washing. ]

Strange nodded, picked up his clothes, got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

After the bathroom door was closed, the two of them instantly realized a problem that they both ignored unintentionally——

Strange's body was stiff, holding the clothes he was going to change in his hands, staring at his current appearance in the mirror, pursing his lips tightly.On the surface, Mr. Master looked so calm that he couldn't be more calm, but his heart was already close to the edge of shame and embarrassment.

a long time.

[...Stephen...]

Winnie's voice was squeezed out little by little awkwardly, obviously she also realized that Strange probably had seen all of her body yesterday while changing clothes.

[Winnie, why don't you try again, can you change it yourself. ]

Strange coughed twice, and said boldly.

[...I can't control my body! ! ]

When Strange heard Winnie's angry voice, besides being extremely embarrassed, he also had a faintly beating heartbeat that began to agitate restlessly.

The most honest response of the body is felt by both spirits that inhabit the body.

Winnie held back and shouted: "Stephen!"

After that, he was ashamed and unwilling to speak out again.

The result was naturally the same as yesterday, with Strange closing his eyes and taking off his pajamas and putting on clothes again.

Yesterday it was embarrassing for one person, but today it is embarrassing for two people together.

Astoria was not angry when she was woken up from her dream, she rubbed her eyes, and when she saw her roommate who had returned to normal, she breathed a sigh of relief and said lazily, "Good morning, my little wave."

When she opened her eyes completely, she found that Winnie standing by her bed was still as unhappy as yesterday.Astoria was stunned for a moment, and then asked with concern: "What's the matter, are you still in good health?"

Strange twitched the corners of his mouth, and copied the answer given by Winnie.

"I fell asleep last night and found out that I didn't write my homework, so I got up and finished them all."

Astoria was speechless, muttering and sighing.

Strange didn't use any excuses to prevaricate Astoria, because it was the truth!After they settled the matter last night, Winnie actually asked Strange about the homework after class, picked up the book to preview, and started writing the homework with a brush.

When Strange couldn't believe it, she said, "I can't let you do these homework for me."

Strange found that...he really couldn't figure it out.

In England's gradually cooling temperature, Winnie and Strange also figured out the law of their exchange of control over the body during this period of time.Strange is in control during the day, and control is returned to Winnie from midnight until sunrise the next day.

By October, it has become that when one party controls the body, the other party no longer needs to be bound in the same body, but can act alone.Although neither spirit body could be too far away from Winnie's body, it was still much better than the initial situation.

For example, Winnie's bath time is pushed directly after midnight.

Except in the bedroom in the dead of night, none of them had ever tried to separate the spirit body from Winnie's body to move freely.

On the one hand, there are ghosts in Hogwarts. Strange has secretly observed the ghosts in every college, and believes that the shapes of spirits and ghosts are very similar, and the ghosts in Hogwarts can be seen; One reason is that there are too many "living" things in Hogwarts, ghosts, murals, house elves... After discussing with Strange, Winnie and Strange did not intend to take this risk.

During this period, the days slowly passed, bringing guests that Winnie did not expect.

"It's today! I heard that Beauxbaton and Durmstrang schools will be coming in the afternoon!"

"I will definitely have a holiday in the afternoon!"

Hearing the excited or restrained discussions around him, Strange, who was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, paused with his fork.Then he felt Winnie's visibly excited emotions.

"Winnie? What are they talking about?"

Winnie paused for a while and said, "I almost forgot about it."

The author has something to say: Kiss, good night~