A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 582: Miss Winnie’s magical journey
Winnie stood in the queue, looking anxiously out, her golden ponytails flicking back and forth.
'One, two, three, four, five, six, there are six more people ahead. ’ She counted silently.
From her perspective, one could see Felix Hemp sitting behind a desk with a stack of documents on it—it was given to Mr. Hemp by the witch who received them this morning. Mr. Haip wrote and drew on it from time to time, and there was a bell on the table.
"Jingle bell."
Winnie raised her head abruptly, staring closely at the person in front. More than one person did like her, it is really amazing that the next picture is enough. . Mr. Hype pointed to the right, and the wizard in front of him, Mr. Archer—a Squib, to be precise, in his forties, with half his hair bald—cautiously put out one foot, as if there were peepers all over the ground. Unseen unknown traps.
No one urged him, and everyone stared wide-eyed 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 the magic of magic, which was more magical than anything she had ever seen before.
She carefully recalled that just ten minutes ago, this person who was about her age waved and closed the huge wooden door over twelve feet high, without even using a magic wand. This hand stunned the people present, one by one, most of them couldn't even handle wands well, and the rest - they didn't have wands at all.
Winnie stared at Felix's dark hair and blue eyes, while he was at work—should that count as work? ——appeared to be very serious, and asked questions unhurriedly. She didn't know how much it would cost to invite a wizard like Mr. Haipu. She didn't even dare to think about it. This kind of thing has never happened in reality.
She only knew about the 'Extraordinary Adult Magic Course' not far from Sword Castle, which required fifteen Galleons for a total of two weeks of instruction. This is what she went to ask in person, and——she doesn't even have the qualifications to think it's expensive. Because she's a Squib.
Except for the lingering gloomy mood of the day she was sent to a foster home, Winnie doesn't have many memories of her childhood. And as the years went by, she had already managed to gain a foothold in Muggle society, now working in a law firm and occasionally publishing a few short articles in magazines.
She won't tell people that her brilliant imagination comes from another world - a world where magic exists.
Her colleagues only know that she likes to read and listen to music, and she likes to visit various bookstores and record stores in her spare time. Therefore - every time Winnie goes out, she never hides, "I'm going to visit Charing Cross Road."
Her friends ask her for niche titles or the hottest record on the market right now, and she always has the answer.
"Jingle bell."
Winnie woke up suddenly, and there was no one in front of her. She walked a few steps quickly, stood in front of the table, and carefully looked at the outline of Felix Hep, a person who was almost the same age as her but had made great achievements, and she couldn't even feel jealous.
Felix and Varen raised their heads together, feeling that the girl's eyes were a little dull.
"Winnie Valentine, 24 years old, graduated from... Queen Mary University of London?" Felix asked, looking up.
"Yes, that's right." Winnie said with a trembling voice, "You are absolutely right."
"...It's all written on paper."
Valen looked curiously at this person with a similar pronunciation to his name, with amber eyes, hair with natural curls, and an artistic black and white piano key-shaped badge pinned to his chest.
Winnie blushed slightly, and instead of looking at those light blue eyes, she lowered her head and stared at the platypus next to her—no, it was Sniff. It's so strange... There are weird thoughts in her mind. If she is asked to take a picture of Xixiu and send it to the magazine, it will probably cause a sensation.
Felix tapped the table, and Winnie stared at his fingertips immediately. A picture flashed subconsciously in her mind: it was this hand, with just a slight wave, a gold-plated letter "O" on the display cabinet in the hall twisted and jumped down, turning into a table in front of her eyes, and another letter "K" "It turned into a dark green table flag embroidered with gorgeous patterns.
If it is in a knitting goods store, it is estimated that it will sell for a lot of money.
But it's totally unnecessary, Winnie thought. She found another place where magic and technology are different: technology converges, magic is different. Then she sighed, these thoughts were completely unshareable.
Felix noticed that she was distracted again, and snapped his fingers in front of her. Winnie was taken aback.
"You seem a little nervous? Then I won't ask any questions, just go this way." He pointed to the right side.
Winnie breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a little regretful, did she behave too badly? After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her—the table, the young man behind the table, the sniffing, ringing bell on the table, and the people in line... were all gone.
This is what people saw before. Winnie thought.
"Hip Nine is at your service." A voice said suddenly, and Winnie was startled. She turned her head and looked at Felix. "You—oh," she said excitedly, "you are Made by magic?"
"It can be understood in this way." Haipu Nine said.
Realizing that the person in front of her was not a real person, Winnie was not afraid, and her nervousness dissipated a lot. She has seen many talking magic props. For example, the Quidditch team poster that shouted "Come on", the cup that urged her to drink up the drink quickly, and the mirror that was pasted on the wall to remind her that there was something dirty on the tip of her nose...
The strangest talking thing she has ever seen is an exquisite dressing table, mirror, perfume bottle, drawer, standing lamp, each has its own ideas, and will belittle each other's aesthetics, according to the owner's Saying, "It's been that way since a particularly picky customer tried it."
Winnie took the initiative to find the topic: "Then what changed you? Gilded letters, teacups, parchment, ink bottles, detergent..."
"Neither," Haipu Nine said, "I am a memory."
Winnie thought for a while, then lowered her voice and said, "A ghost?"
"No, it's just a temporarily constructed memory. My task is to guide you to do some tests and let the magic power in your body activate a little bit." The person who claimed to be Haipu No. 9 said.
Can memory exist alone? Winnie can't figure it out, this obviously has nothing to do with technology, but it's magical, isn't it?
She herself doesn't know much about magic. Although she has read a lot of books, as a Squib, especially a Squib who has gone to college, her attitude towards magic is closer to 'observation', just like she occasionally There is a natural sense of alienation in observing other customers in a record store.
Haip Nine walked ahead to lead her way.
"Be careful not to run into other people's territory," he said.
Winnie looked around, and found that she was walking on a strange and narrow road, surrounded by membranes like soap bubbles, only magnified thousands of times, and the things inside were blurred, but Winnie vaguely She can roughly 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 couldn't see what flowers were planted in it.
Then she saw a majestic castle, just the outline, she knew what it was.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"What are these?" she asked curiously.
"A memory you find comfortable and beautiful," Hyp Nine dutifully explained, as Winnie jumped over what appeared to be a small puddle and accidentally poked her head into a 'soap bubble', she was terrified , Worried that I would destroy the dream-like environment.
But the quality of the soap bubbles was better than she had imagined, and she smelled the sweet air, so sweet that it choked.
It's full of sweets and sweets. She only took a cursory glance, and found a pile of more than a dozen candies, a short and fat wizard with tears in his eyes, and an identical 'Felix Hep' inside, quietly whispering talking about something.
The next second, she was pulled out from the outside.
"Tell you to be careful."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay," said Hap Nine, and he stayed there for a few seconds, repairing the big hole Winnie had hit with her head—before that, the sweet air had been blowing out from inside.
"You in there," Winnie pondered how to define their relationship, "what's the number?"
"Number Seven."
They walked for a few more minutes, and finally, Haipu No. 9 stopped, "Here we are."
Winnie found herself standing in front of a beautiful display case in which was a shallow wooden disc covered with silver smoke. She realized that she was still in the lobby on the first floor of Future World Company.
"What do I need to do?"
"Memories." Haipu Nine said: "Dig out the strongest feelings about magic from your memories, good or bad, but I recommend happy memories."
Winnie scratched her head, and for a long while she and Hai Pu No. 9 stared at each other.
"Can't you find it?" Haipu No. 9 asked, did this girl have a miserable life? I can't see it at all.
"Too much," said Winnie.
"Then choose the one that makes you most comfortable." Haipu Nine said blankly.
Winnie thought about it carefully, she was a squib, she almost had no relationship with magic in her childhood, and she didn't have many commendable memories. However, after going to university and taking psychology as an elective, she gradually let go of her past experiences and was able to look at problems from a more positive side.
So one day in her sophomore year, she walked into the Leaky Cauldron with a feeling of apprehension...
Hip Nine reached out and fished out an ebony wand from the air. With his help, the imagination in Winnie's mind appeared in reality. Felix behind the desk looked up, looking through the soap bubbles at the small, old bar.
Starting at the Leaky Cauldron, the scene changes quickly, almost like a guidebook for Diagon Alley.
The wall behind the bar opens slowly to form a wide arched bridge that leads to a winding, cobbled street at the other end. That's Diagon Alley. As the sun shines down, shops come into sight, such as crucible shops, pet shops, pharmacies, bookstores... one after another.
In the end, they found themselves in a junk shop, surrounded by a dozen wooden boxes piled up in disorder, containing all kinds of second-hand magic items in different categories: tattered, the unicorn hair in the core of the staff was exposed Wands, old scales that wobble and never align, old cauldrons stained with medicine, old patched cloaks that seem never to have been cleaned with suspicious blood stains, spellbooks with loose spines and missing covers... ...
Winnie took a deep breath, and every pore revealed a sense of relief.
Felix, who was sitting behind the table, was a little strange, but he did feel a positive, vigorous vigor and joy. From the perspective of magic power, the thin magic power on her body jumped. He quickly recorded a few symbols on the parchment.
"Do you like it here?" Haipu Nine asked.
"Yes." Winnie said cheerfully.
"Is there any wonderful story here?"
"Oh, just for me personally... I bought my first spellbook, first cauldron, and first wand here." She said emotionally, "It took me nine Garen, I can't use it yet. It is said that the price is the same as the first wand Ollivander sold to the little wizard, but I am an adult, so it is more expensive."
"Can you afford this money?" Haipu Nine asked. He knew that Winnie had been staying in the Muggle society, even if she was not short of money, but he guessed that Gringotts would not just exchange it for her. In this regard very strict control.
"I have a good relationship with the owner of the thrift shop," Winnie said. "Do you know that street in London Antique Market? I sometimes buy interesting knickknacks and bring them to the owner of the thrift shop." ..."
"Okay." Haipu No. 9 realized that he was still a broker. "You will have a real magic wand soon. Although there are restrictions on casting spells, the effect is not bad."
"When your staff came to me, I thought it was a liar, but fortunately they finally came..." Winnie said excitedly, "How much does it cost?"
"Oh, it's free - for now only. Your wands are all custom-made, and you need to do various tests in order to match you as much as possible. Let's get back to the topic. First, Miss Valentine, I want to Assess your magic power, scoring according to activity, quantity and quality... Don't worry, it's just a general estimate, because I haven't had time to figure out the general rules."
An hour later.
The soap bubbles in the hall of Sword Castle gradually disappeared, and Winnie turned her head left and right. The scenes that were said to be constructed from memory existed in the air for another ten seconds, and then they were exposed like ancient ruins that had been rediscovered. As if in the air, the color and shape quickly faded. Winnie stared at a particularly beautiful clock tower disappearing in front of her eyes, and let out a slow breath.
Nineteen Haipus also disappeared together, from number one to number nineteen. Haipu Nine finally waved to Winnie and blended into the air. Winnie felt lost, like losing a long-time friend.
"Everyone, wait a moment, I need to spend some time making 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 to reveal a wrinkled face.
"Old Borg, do you think a man as big as Mr. Hemp can lie to you?" another man called out.
"Of course not!" Borg, who started to speak, blushed and retorted angrily.
Winnie did not participate in the discussion, and began pacing around the display cases in the hall. The lobby on the first floor of the "Future World" company is occasionally open to the public, inviting some wizards to experience products that have not yet been finalized, and make modifications based on feedback. She had been here a few times before, but she was selected only once, and the product she tried was the anti-spell hat.
That thing is simply unbelievable, as long as you stare at the person who is chanting a curse, you can make the curse bounce back, it's a completely spontaneous reaction. She also seriously gave her opinion, well, she couldn't find any faults, but she hoped to have more styles, so she specially drew a few stick figures of women's hats.
Ten minutes later, Felix appeared again.
He came prepared, all kinds of materials are ready-made, but the magic frequency needs to be corrected. Once proficient, the speed will be very fast.
He lined up a row of wands inlaid with small colorful gemstones, and looked slowly across a pair of longing eyes.
"Everyone, most of you actually signed up for the introductory magic course from the newspaper, but Keremy should have told you the truth earlier, right?"
Everyone present nodded.
"At present, this research has not been made public, so you need to abide by some agreements."
"There are two confidentiality contracts, one is from the Future World Company, which prohibits the disclosure of this research to the outside world; the other is from the Ministry of Magic, which prohibits performing magic to non-magic people. Report to the Ministry.”
"In addition, because this work is of a research nature, you don't need to pay extra money, but you have to cooperate with some tests, and the staff of Future World Company will observe your spellcasting data to make improvements. In the long run Look, this will advance the product..."
"Is there anyone who disagrees with this?"
Felix waited for a while, "Very good." Wands flew towards them one by one, "The magic above is fixed, but they are all practical. The Levitation spell alone has dozens of application scenarios... You have half an hour to familiarize yourself with your wands, and then we will start testing."
Winnie stroked her wand, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. From the curved arc of the wooden stick to the small gemstones inlaid on it, it is like an outstanding handicraft. She stared at a dark red gem, which seemed to hide a vortex, spinning slowly.
Following the guidance of the disappeared Haipu Nine, she tried her best to mobilize her emotions, so that the desire to successfully cast the spell filled her whole body, then she raised her wand, and said the spell: "Luminescence flashes." The tip of the wand released a beam Light.
Winnie was out of breath, she raised her head in disbelief, looked around, someone had successfully released the Levitation Charm, making herself suspended three feet above the ground, he was frightened himself, like a frog with two legs pedal hard.
"Think about what you are going to do, don't limit your imagination." Felix reminded from time to time.
One morning passed quickly.
Winnie and others reluctantly handed in their wands, and Mr. Haip will make adjustments according to their spellcasting performance today~IndoMTL.com~Winnie left her thoughts on a small note, and she hopes that the exclusive A movement spell can be added to the wand, and this magic can make objects move.
The way Mr. Archer directed the two shoes to dance next to her made her very envious.
She was walking towards the door when she suddenly heard someone calling her name.
"Miss Valentine?"
She raised her head, met Felix's gaze, and pointed at herself in surprise.
Felix nodded at her, which means "Yes, it's you."
Winnie walked over anxiously.
"I checked your profile again, you study law at university?" Felix asked.
Winnie nodded.
"So—interested in making some extra money? Short-term kind." Felix asked mildly, and Winnie stared at him. "I have some industries in Muggle society, not many, but I need advice from people with professional background..."