Winnie lined up in the line, poked her head anxiously and looked around, her golden ponytails swaying around behind her head.

‘One, two, three, four, five, six, there were six people in front of her.’ She counted silently.

From her perspective, we can see Felix Happ sitting behind a table with a stack of materials stacked on it - that was handed over to Mr. Happ by the witch who received them this morning. Mr. Happ occasionally wrote and painted on it, and there was a bell on the table.

"Dingling."

Winnie raised her head suddenly and stared at the man in front. More than one person did this like her, and the next picture was really magical enough... Mr. Happ pointed to the right, and the wizard in front of him, Mr. Archil, who was in his forties, was bald in his hair, carefully poked out one foot, as if there were invisible unknown traps on the ground.

No one urged him, and everyone widened their eyes to see something from him, but like the previous few times, he disappeared out of thin air after taking a few steps.

Winnie once again lamented that the magic of magic was even more magical than she had seen before.

She recalled carefully that just over ten minutes ago, this man who was almost the same age as her waved his hand and closed the huge wooden door more than twelve feet high, and even the wand was useless. This hand shocked the people present. One of them was counted as one, and most of them could not even control the wands, and the rest - there were no wands at all.

Winnie stared at Felix's black hair and blue eyes. He was working - should be considered a job? - and seemed very serious and asked questions slowly. She didn't know how much it would cost to hire a wizard like Mr. Hepp. She couldn't even think about it. This hasn't happened in reality.

She only knew that the "Extraordinary Adult Magic Premium Course" not far from the Sword Castle requires fifteen Jin Jialong for a total of two weeks of guidance. She went to ask herself, and she didn't even have the qualification to think it was expensive. Because she was a squib.

Apart from the gloomy mood of the day she was sent to a foster home, Winnie didn’t have much memories of her childhood. And as so many years passed, she had already successfully gained a foothold in Muggle society, now working in a law firm, and occasionally publishing a few short and concise articles in magazines.

She would not tell others that her excellent imagination comes from another world - a world with magic.

Her colleagues only knew that she liked reading and listening to music, and she liked to visit various bookstores and record stores in her spare time. Therefore, Winnie never kept saying that every time she went out, "I want to go to Chaling Cross."

Her friends would ask her for niche books or ask about the most popular records on the market today, and she could always give answers.

"Dingling."

Winnie suddenly woke up and there was no one in front of her. She walked a few quick steps, stood at the table, and carefully looked at the outline of Felix Hepp, a person who was almost the same age as her but had achieved great success, and she could not even feel jealous.

Felix and Valen raised their heads together, feeling the girl's eyes a little dazed.

"Winnie Valentine, 24, graduated from... Queen Mary University in London?" Felix asked with his head raised.

"Yes, that's right." Winnie said in a trembling voice, "You're right."

“…it’s all written on paper.”

Valen looked curiously at this person with a similar pronunciation to its name, with amber eyes, a little natural curly hair, and an artistic black and white key-shaped badge on his chest.

Winnie blushed slightly, not looking at the light blue eyes, and lowered her head to stare at the platypus next to her - no, it was Sniff. It was so strange... She had strange thoughts in her mind. If she asked her to take a photo of Sniff and send it to the magazine, it would probably cause a sensation.

Felix knocked on the table, and Winnie immediately stared at his fingertips. A picture flashed in her mind: it was this hand. With a light wave, a gilded letter "O" in the hall display cabinet twisted and jumped down, turning into a table in front of her, and the other letter "K" turned into a dark green table flag embroidered with gorgeous patterns.

If it is in a knitting supplies store, it will probably be sold for a lot of money.

But it was completely unnecessary, Winnie thought. She found another place where magic and technology were different: technology convergence, magic was alternative. Then she sighed, and these ideas were completely impossible to share with others.

Felix found that she was distracted again and snapped her fingers in front of her. Winnie was startled.

"You seem a little nervous? Then I won't ask the question and go straight to this side." He pointed to his right hand.

Winnie breathed a sigh of relief and then felt a little regretful. Did she behave too badly? After a few steps, she suddenly turned around and looked behind her - the table, along with the young man behind the table, the sniffing, the ringing bells, and the people in line... were gone.

It turns out that what people saw before were like this. Winnie thought.

"Hip Nine is here for you." A voice suddenly said, and Winnie was startled. She turned her head and looked at Felix, "You—oh," she said excitedly, "Are you magical?"

"It can be understood so." said Haipu Nine.

Realizing that the person in front of her was not a real person, Winnie was not afraid, but her nervousness dissipated a lot. She had seen many magic props that could speak. For example, the poster of the Quidditch team that would shout "Come on", urging her to drink all the drinks quickly, and put it on the wall to remind her that there were dirty things on the tip of her nose...

The strangest thing she's ever seen is a delicate dresser, mirror, perfume bottle, drawer, stand lamp, each with its own ideas and also devalues ​​each other's aesthetics. According to the owner, "it's become like this since a particularly picky customer tried it."

Winnie took the initiative to find the topic: "Then what did you change? Gold-plated letters, tea cups, parchment paper, ink bottles, detergent..."

"None are," said Hayp Nine, "I'm a memory."

Winnie thought for a while and lowered her voice and said, "Ghost?"

"No, it's just a temporary memory. My task is to guide you to do some tests and let the magic power in your body move slightly." said the person who claimed to be Haipu Nine.

Can memory exist alone? Winnie is confused. It is obviously not related to technology, but it is very magical, right?

She herself doesn't know much about magic. Although she has read many books, as a squint, especially a squint who has been to college, her attitude towards magic is closer to "observation", just like she occasionally observes other customers in a record store, with a natural sense of alienation.

Haipu Nine walked in front to guide her.

"Be careful not to run into other people's territory," he said.

Winnie looked around and found that she was walking on a long and bizarre road with films like soap bubbles around her, but they were enlarged thousands of times, and the things inside were blurred, but Winnie could vaguely guess based on the color and shape: she saw a quiet, deep forest river in a soap bubble; on the right was a colorful garden, but she could not see what flowers were planted inside.

Then she saw a towering castle, just with the outline, and she knew what it was.

Hogwarts School of Magic.

"What are these?" she asked curiously.

"You guys feel comfortable and beautiful memories," Haipu Nine explained dutifully, and Winnie jumped over something like a small puddle and accidentally stuck her head into a 'soap bubble'. She was frightened, worried that she would destroy the dreamlike environment.

But the quality of the soap bubbles was better than she thought. She smelled the sweet air, so sweet that it was so sweet.

There were candy and sweets everywhere. She just glanced at it and found that there were more than a dozen candies piles. A short and fat witch was so excited that she burst into tears. There was also an exact "Felix Happ" inside, whispering something quietly.

The next second, she was pulled out from outside.

"Tell you to be careful."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay." Hep Nine said, staying here for a few seconds, repairing the big hole that Winnie bumped out with her head - before that, sweet air was blowing out from inside.

"There's the one in there-you," Winnie wondered how to define their relationship, "what is the number?"

“No. 7.”

They walked for a few more minutes, and finally, Haypu Nine stopped and “arrived.”

Winnie found herself standing in front of a beautiful display cabinet, which was a shallow wooden disc with silver smoke on it. She realized that she was still in the first floor hall of Future World Company.

“What do I need to do?”

"Memories." said Haypu Nine: "Digest the strongest feelings about magic from your memory, both good and bad, but I recommend happy memories."

Winnie scoured her stomach, and after a while she and Haipu Nine stared at each other.

"Can't find it?" asked Haipu Nine. Is this girl living a miserable life? I can't tell at all.

"Too much," said Winnie.

"Then choose the one that makes you most comfortable." Haipu Nine said expressionlessly.

Winnie thought carefully that she was a squin, and she almost had no chance of magic in her childhood, and she didn't have much commendable memories. However, after going to college, she took psychology, she gradually let go of her past experiences and was able to look at the problem from a more positive side.

So one day in her sophomore year, she walked into the Broken Cauldron Bar with a nervous mood...

Hayp Nine reached out and took out an ebony wand from the air. With his help, the imagination in Winnie's mind appeared in reality. Felix, behind the table, looked up, his eyes penetrated the bubbles, and looked at the small and old bar.

Starting from the Broken Cauldron Bar, the scene changes quickly, and it's like a diagonal alley tour guide.

The wall behind the bar slowly opened, forming a wide arch bridge. The other end of the arch bridge was connected with a winding and cobbled street. There was Diagon Alley. The sun shone down, and stores came into view, including crucible shops, pet shops, pharmacies, bookstores...

Finally, they were in a trash shop, with more than a dozen wooden boxes piled up around them, and the boxes were filled with various second-hand magic items in different categories: wands with tattered wands, wobbles with unicorn hair exposed in the core of the wand, old balances that were shaking and unable to align, old crucibles with medicine stains, patches, old cloaks with suspicious blood stains that seemed to have never been cleaned, the spine of the book was loose, and the magic book that was missing even the cover...

Winnie took a deep breath and a sense of ease came out of every pore.

Felix was a little strange, but he did feel a positive, vigorous vitality and joy. From the perspective of magic, the thin magic power on her body jumped. He quickly recorded several symbols on the parchment.

"Do you like this?" asked Haipu Nine.

"Yes." Winnie said happily.

“Have any wonderful stories happened here?”

"Oh, just for me personally... I bought the first magic book, the first cauldron, and the first wand here." She said deeply, "I can't use it after spending nine Gallons. It is said that the price is the same as the first wand sold to the little wizard by Ollivand, but I am an adult and it is a little more expensive."

"Can you give this money?" asked Haipu Nine. He knew that Winnie had been in the Muggle society. Even if she was not short of money, he probably wouldn't help her exchange it casually. Those fairies had strict control in this regard.

"I have a good relationship with the owner of the thrift shop," said Winnie. "Do you know the street in the London antique market? Sometimes I buy some interesting gadgets and give them to the owner of the thrift shop..."

"Okay." Haipu Nine realized that this was still a broker. "You will soon have a real wand. Although there are spell casting restrictions, the effect is pretty good."

"When your staff came to me, I thought it was a liar, but fortunately I came over in the end..." Winnie said excitedly, "How much does it cost?"

"Oh, it's free - currently only. Your wands are specially customized. In order to match you as much as possible, various tests are needed. Let's get back to the topic. First, Miss Valentine, I'm going to evaluate your magic and rate it according to activity, quantity and quality... Don't worry, it's just a general estimate, because I haven't taken the time to figure out the rules that are passed."

One hour later.

The soap bubbles in the hall of the Sword Castle gradually disappeared, and Winnie's head turned left and right. The scenes that were said to be constructed by memory existed in the air for more than ten seconds. Then they were like ancient ruins that had seen the light again in the air, quickly fading away their colors and shapes. Winnie stared at a particularly beautiful bell tower that disappeared in front of her eyes, and slowly breathed out.

There were nineteen "Hippo" who disappeared together, from No. 1 to No. 19. Haippo 9 finally waved at Wennie and integrated into the air. Wennie felt lost, as if she had lost a friend she had known for a long time.

"Everyone, wait a moment, I need to take some time to make exclusive wands for you. You can visit the showcase."

After Felix disappeared, the hall fell silent, and then some people gathered together.

"It should be true." said an old wizard, who had taken off his scarf and showed his wrinkled face.

"Old Borg, do you think a big man like Mr. Hepp would lie to you?" another man whispered.

"Of course not!" Borg, who spoke at the beginning, blushed and retorted angrily.

Winnie did not participate in the discussion, and she began to pace around the hall's showcase. The first floor hall of the "Future World" company is occasionally open to the public, inviting some wizards to experience undefined products and modify them based on feedback. She has been here several times before, but only once was selected, and the product she experienced was a curse hat.
To be continued...