On the streets of London, sitting on a seat next to a large bookstore, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy was carrying an old but clean crossbody bag and holding a large newspaper, burying his expression between the lines.
"I can't believe that magic really exists in the world."
The boy was not reading the newspaper just now, but was thinking about the events of the past few days. He spread the newspaper on his dangling legs, his pure black eyes flashed with excitement, and of course there was a hint of worry. After all, this It was so inconsistent with his memory, and it also subverted his current life.
Twisting his thin, shiny black ear-length hair, the boy lowered his head and covered his eyes again, as if he was thinking about something.
And at this time——
"Mr. Ode?"
A dignified and elegant lady wearing a dark green shawl walked up to the boy with elegant steps.
The boy looked up. He had a distinctive oriental face that was very handsome and very soft. Especially when he chuckled, it was like a gentle breeze and drizzle, which made people feel good.
He said: "Is it Ms. Vance? I am Ode, Brie Ode, well, you can call me Brie."
The lady nodded without making too many expressions, but there was pity in her eyes, and she said kindly: "Well, it's just like Betty said, he is a polite child."
"I'm Emmeline Vance, you can call me Emmeline."
Emmeline Vance, Betty's niece, is also a witch, but Betty doesn't know about witches because Betty is the director of a London orphanage. Not long ago, she just asked her niece to handle Bree's admission. things.
Because Bree had been adopted by Betty since she was a baby, and was Dean Betty's favorite child. Unfortunately, Betty just passed away some time ago, and the letter asking Emmeline to do something became a last resort.
Emmeline looked at Bree in front of her and thought of the request letter. After reading it, she understood that Betty wanted Bree to go to Stonewall Middle School; it was not a good school, but for Bree, the welfare director, it was a family It was a nice place to go, but shortly after Betty's death, an owl arrived carrying a letter announcing her admission to Hogwarts, disrupting Betty's arrangements.
"Sorry Brie, Betty has given you plenty of arrangements, but I have to take you into the magical world because you are a little wizard."
After touching Brie's little head, Emmeline felt inexplicably happy at the extra soft black hair.
"Come with me, honey, I think you're ready."
Bree pursed her lips, and the confusion and worry in her eyes disappeared, leaving only excitement and yearning. No one can refuse magic.
"I think so, Emmeline, but I don't know much about Hogwarts. To be honest, I never thought there was magic in this world."
Emmeline nodded and fell into memories. At that time, she had never thought about magic and Hogwarts.
"You will learn that being at Hogwarts can give you the most amazing seven years."
Emmeline took Bree's little hand and walked into the Leaky Cauldron, a very shabby and old-looking bar between the bookstore and the record store. The people walking around turned a blind eye to this place. This is where the magic begins.
And Bri thought to herself: I originally thought I could rely on that memory to get a better life.
Bree has always had a secret that he dared not tell anyone, lest people say he is a monster, but because of this memory, he appears more mature, well-behaved and lovable than his peers. This is why Betty cares about Bree and will The reason why Brie became her own child.
This memory belongs to a Chinese young man named An Qing, and the memory includes his short 22-year-old life. It lives in Brie's mind like a ball. As long as Brie has what she wants in her heart and tries to contact it, it can take Brie on a memory journey and bring her a lot of knowledge. Perception of the world, but this memory is obviously from the East, and it is not 1991. You still have to rely on Bree to adapt to everything in the UK.
At the same time, when exposed to memory, the memory will also feed back a special power to Brie.
Brie calls it a force of nature.
This power made Brie loved by nature, and small animals and plants were very kind to him; he also gained a healthy body because of this power, and he never got sick, even if he was accidentally injured, under the breeze of nature It also heals quickly.
Of course, there may be other functions, but Bri has not discovered them yet.
Brie used to think that her body had mutated due to memory. It seems that it was caused by magic, and the source of Brie's magic was that memory...
If there was no memory, Bree thought, she would just go to Stonewall Middle School and live like an ordinary person, never knowing the magical world, just like Betty didn't know magic. Emmeline never told Pass her.
Betty and Bree said that in Betty's eyes, Emmeline is an elegant lady.
Before knowing about magic, Brie did not dare to fully come into contact with this memory. Not only because the memory made him different from ordinary people, but also because he was worried that after accepting all the memories, it would be like taking away his body. Li is no longer Brie, but has become An Qing.
Therefore, Brie will only cautiously access memories when necessary, and will always be vigilant about memories.
Now Bree doesn't dare. Before it is safe, even if reading the memory can gain magical power, Bree will not approach stupidly. Bree is not so hungry. Compared with power, he does not want to become another person. people.
But what Brie didn't know was that after years of contact, Brie had already been affected by memory, and she was getting closer to An Qing in terms of temperament and behavior.
Just like Bree's name: Breeze (Breeze), slowly changing him.
When she didn't know about the magical world before, Bree's dream was to successfully graduate from Stonewall Middle School, learn useful knowledge, become a great person qualified to immigrate, and then go to China to settle down!
No one can tell the relationship between Brie and An Qing.
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"Ding Dong."
The bell on the bar door rang softly, but because the bar was already noisy, no one paid attention. Even those who paid attention glanced at it for a moment or two and then left. However, Bree felt some inquiring eyes on her. he.
Who made him have an oriental face? There was nothing Brie could do about it.
When Bree raised his eyes and looked back, he saw many strange people wearing wizard robes whispering to each other. The gaze he just stared at disappeared instantly, as if what he felt just now was an illusion.
But because after obtaining the magic power given by memory, Bree's perception was very sensitive, and he did not think that what he just experienced was an illusion.
Bree thought unnaturally: Is the wizard so strange? Emmeline looks pretty good.
Emmeline seemed to sense Bree's uneasiness. She frowned and nodded to the bar owner Tom, then led Qing through the crowd and walked towards the backyard.
In her opinion, this place is a mixed bag and not a good place to stay.
When she saw some old women wearing rag-like wizard robes drinking sherry and feeling dizzy, Emmeline felt even more uncomfortable and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Tom, the owner of the bar, is a haggard old man. When he laughs, he can count how many teeth full of yellow spots are left in his mouth, but his eyes are full of light, and he just glances at Emmeline and Bree. Continuing the conversation with a scruffy man at the bar.
The man said with excitement and the hoarseness left by the scream just now: "Oh, that was Harry Potter just now. Oh my god, the Boy-Who-Lived has finally returned to the magical world."
The man scratched his head, and the dry hair on his head kept falling. It seemed that this man had not taken care of himself for a long time. He scratched his head and said, "But this is different from what Dumbledore said, Harry Potter." Why is it so, um, I mean weird...if it weren't for the scar on his forehead, no one would recognize him."
Tom chuckled, but there was something strange in his eyes, but he calmly wiped the man's fallen hair with a rag without saying a word, obviously wanting to end the topic.
There was a lot of chatter about Harry Potter in the bar, mostly about honors, shaking hands with Harry Potter, looking at his lightning scars, school admissions, and other topics, as well as some mysterious people talking in low voices, which made Bree was confused.
There was no memory about Harry Potter in Bree's mind, and neither did An Qing, but he didn't think about it because this is the magical world, and it's understandable that there are always some differences. Bree felt that this Harry Potter should be like It must be a celebrity, he has seen it in An Qing's memory in his mind. In that era, celebrities could always cause a fuss, and their fans were even more crazy. Passers-by also used all kinds of trivial things about celebrities as topics of conversation, well, and in bars. The people here are pretty much the same.
Emmeline has already brought Bree to the backyard, which is a small patio surrounded by walls. There is nothing but trash cans and weeds. Of course, the magical world cannot only be seen on the surface.
Emmeline took out her wand and said: "Count three pieces from the top of the trash can - then count two pieces from the side -"
"You need to remember this formula. This is the passage from London to Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is the commercial street for wizards. We need to buy your school supplies and wands here. You will need to do it yourself in the future."
"If you hadn't refused my adoption, I could have brought you here every time."
Obviously, Emmeline considered and took action to adopt Bree before, but Bree refused, and Emmeline had second thoughts after her brief contact with Bree.
Who wouldn’t like a well-behaved boy who looks handsome and cute?
"Dong dong!" As Emmeline finished her words, she tapped the brick three times with her wand without waiting for Bree to answer.
As the sound of banging bricks ended, the brick he knocked shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became larger and larger. Soon, a path appeared in front of them that was large enough for Hagrid to pass through. A wide archway leads to a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.
There are many shops on the left and right sides of the street, and the sun shines slowly on the eaves. It is very lively below, and the voices of talking come and go. However, not many people pay attention to them, because this wall has been opened many times, and they have already learned to ignore it. , and turn their attention to those products that attract them.
